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Feb. 4th, 2005 | 07:09 am
mood: me, me, me. oh, and you

Leave a comment with a memory of me.
Good, bad, funny, embarrassing, the more the merrier.

Then post this in your journal and see what people remember about you.

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from: chimsparkle
date: Feb. 4th, 2005 01:17 pm (UTC)
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I remember bursting onto the scene at a bar during one of the santa rampages. Seeing you and then just planting a big ol' kiss right on your smacker! :) You put up with such horrid behavior like a trooper! :)

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from: triple_entendre
date: Feb. 4th, 2005 04:39 pm (UTC)
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I remember that! I found it charming. ;)

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cattnip

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from: cattnip
date: Feb. 4th, 2005 02:13 pm (UTC)
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ok, so trying to remember a not naked or sex related memory....
:)

I know, I remember us sleeping in your truck under the I35 bridge while we sobered up before driving home. I think we had gone out dancing.

Hmmm.... that truck and I35. That memory does not meet the criteria I was self-imposing. :)

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Triple Entendre

I still have that truck....

from: triple_entendre
date: Feb. 4th, 2005 02:51 pm (UTC)
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Ooo, I remember that, yes.

Hmmm.... that truck and I35. That memory does not meet the criteria I was self-imposing. :)

Also Hwy 290. And....

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cattnip

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from: cattnip
date: Feb. 4th, 2005 02:14 pm (UTC)
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What are you doing up at this hour anyway?

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Triple Entendre

Hard questions

from: triple_entendre
date: Feb. 4th, 2005 02:37 pm (UTC)
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What are you doing up at this hour anyway?

That's what I said, too.

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Time to wake up

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from: shannenigans
date: Feb. 4th, 2005 02:30 pm (UTC)
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I remember, after the TMBG concert at the Abyss, staying up all night on the floor talking & giggling and tickling, then the next a.m. kidnapping you to my house & kissing on the couch, and getting in big trouble for it. A,A, & C were so mad! But they were all just jealous. Wow, oh so long ago, we were babies.

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from: triple_entendre
date: Feb. 4th, 2005 04:47 pm (UTC)
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*giggle*

That is a sweet little memory. Yes.

Wow, oh so long ago, we were babies.

Yup. Long before we all learned to talk, you might say.

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Chef Monkey

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from: chefmonkey
date: Feb. 4th, 2005 05:46 pm (UTC)
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Jealous? Not so much. I kissed him, too, you know. :-D

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Time to wake up

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from: shannenigans
date: Feb. 5th, 2005 12:34 am (UTC)
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You've prolly kissed him more than me over the years.

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valkyriie

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from: valkyriie
date: Feb. 4th, 2005 02:50 pm (UTC)
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bacon

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from: triple_entendre
date: Feb. 4th, 2005 02:53 pm (UTC)
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*dies happy*

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valkyriie

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from: valkyriie
date: Feb. 4th, 2005 04:22 pm (UTC)
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* blush, me too. *

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Emerald

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from: sea_of_change
date: Feb. 4th, 2005 03:29 pm (UTC)
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One of my favorite Matthew memories is from that brief time when we both lived in Houston. I'm not sure I've got all the details right, but it's something like this.

I get a phone call from you one afternoon, asking for a ride to the bus station, so that you can go to Austin, which is where Audrey is. I say Sure! When? You say Well the bus is scheduled to leave in 15 minutes. I say, Huh, well I guess I'd better come get you right away!

So I do, and we rush rush rush to the bus station, and the whole thing is hilarious to me, and you tell me to just drop you off at the scary bus station, because if you miss this bus, you'll just wait for the next one, but you don't think you'll miss it because of your secret understanding of how the system works, which means you'll go straight to the bus driver and make a deal with them.

I talk to you a couple days later, and you had in fact made the bus all right. I was impressed and amused simultaneously.

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from: triple_entendre
date: Feb. 4th, 2005 04:49 pm (UTC)
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*laugh*

Yes, the way I figure it, I have such negative bus-schedule karma stored up, I show up an hour early these days just to allow for it.

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from: triple_entendre
date: Feb. 4th, 2005 04:52 pm (UTC)
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There's no sweeter feeling than being with those you love and doing whatever feels right in the moment, rather than what's reasonable or expected.

Thank you for that.

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Jenmarie

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from: jenmarie
date: Feb. 4th, 2005 04:49 pm (UTC)
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Moses' night on the town. :D

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from: triple_entendre
date: Feb. 4th, 2005 05:02 pm (UTC)
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I... don't remember much of the "on the town" portion of that evening, and no surprise, that.

I _do_ remember, while waiting for the city bus with the gang, a half-dozen friends forming an outward-facing cordon around me, blocking me from public view, so I could finish my beer.

It gets kinda fuzzy after that. ;-)

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Pace

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from: ubiquity
date: Feb. 4th, 2005 04:49 pm (UTC)
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I remember when you got "REMORA" in Boggle. (:

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Triple Entendre

Oddly enough, so do I

from: triple_entendre
date: Feb. 4th, 2005 04:56 pm (UTC)
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OK, If this were a contest (which of course it isn't), you'd be winning. ;) Or more precisely, we'd need to make a special category, just for this.

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Adrienne

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from: hanzatsu
date: Feb. 4th, 2005 05:02 pm (UTC)
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Aww well that's easy- great massage and good cuddle after the night of drinking at the cake party.

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Triple Entendre

You give good cuddle!

from: triple_entendre
date: Feb. 13th, 2005 06:55 am (UTC)
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Of course it's a little easier to pick one memory when there are only a few to choose from! ;-) But we'll create some more, I'm sure.

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from: uujenna
date: Feb. 4th, 2005 05:48 pm (UTC)
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You seem to be someone in my life who just "shows up" from time to time. And I have so many wonderful memories of being at a party or a retreat or BM and turning around to see your intense, smiling face.

Loveliness.

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Chef Monkey

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from: chefmonkey
date: Feb. 4th, 2005 06:04 pm (UTC)
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Jesus. Where to start.

There were all the late nights building furniture out of Omagles, setting up all kinds of Commodore equipment on them, and hacking away until we fell asleep. In fact, we built in crash bars to keep our heads off the keyboard in case we just fell asleep sitting there (which did happen from time to time).

I remember an incident in Lousiana when we had several computers set up a pop-up camper, and -- unable to convince you to turn the lights off -- I reached down and threw the breakers and had a table of computer equipment dumped on me. ;)

I recall extremely long phone conversations. I remember a "Catalina Madaline Hooten Totten Wotten Totten Hogan Pogan Logan" song incident in which we both collapsed into helpless tears of laughter for several minutes.

I remember a complete non-sequitur in a conversation we had in which I, for no good reason, wished you a happy birthday -- to which you responded, "It's not my birthday." And, spontaneously, we burst into song: "It's not todaaaaaaay! It's not my birthday, so why do you lunge out at me?..." and we proceeded to finish the entire song.

I remember a TMBG concert in Houston that you were supposed to drive down for, but it got later and later... lacking contact from you, I was about to go inside (with your ticket), when you come bounding out of a cab. I asked, "How did you get here?" Your only response was to reach inside your jacket, grab a small packet marked, "Southwest Airlines," hold them out, and offer, "Peanuts?"

Then, there was that time at the Catholic Youth Conference when we were milling around in the lobby with several hundred other teenagers. A voice calls out from the crowd: "Does anyone have a scredriver?" Without missing a beat, you reach down, grab four from your knee-pocket, hold them up in the air, and shout back, "which kind?"

I recall the time when I promised I would get you to call Tami, despite my not being there. She bet me I couldn't. I replaced nethack with a program that would bring up "Call Tami" in screen-filling letters. She got the call. I won a case of Spam in that bet.

I remember a long arguement down in Galveston when we were playing Scrabble, and I insisted that "Chugs" is not a word. I recall playing Scrabble and posting the results to alt.religion.kibology. Several times. I recall playing Scrabble and clearing my hand twice during a single game -- which would have been a truly impressive accomplishment, had you not done the same thing three times.

Many more, but I have work to do, have forgotten my power supply at home, and am running out of batteries.

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from: avice
date: Feb. 4th, 2005 08:48 pm (UTC)
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This cracks me up coming from you, because I know you probably need the memory recordings!

For, lets see, there are so many. I remember you being the first person to stay with me at my place in Los Angeles when you came out for that New Years and took me to Theory Labs for the very first time. I was sick at the time, but you didn't care, and you actually managed to make me feel sexy sick and all (no small feat). But what I will always remember the most about that visit is watching you in the morning, completely naked cooking steak in my kitchen. I didn't even have a curtain yet then so we were surely visible to anyone who cared to look up, but at that moment I didn't think anyone could think negatively of the view.

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Tanjent

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from: tanjent
date: Feb. 4th, 2005 09:10 pm (UTC)
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staying up late in the kitchen in the pink palace, talking about assembly programming and C64s.

-tanjent

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from: marconiplein
date: Feb. 4th, 2005 09:19 pm (UTC)
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i remember being 21 (imagine!) and coming to your room at the co-op and you being sort of, kind of asleep and i was talking, talking, talking and you saying to me, "matt's brain is asleep. you are talking to the sleeping part of matt's brain" which i sort of took to mean "go away." i think that's a wonderful memory. very funny and sort of like a haiku version of our entire friendship.

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from: krystiegoddess
date: Feb. 4th, 2005 10:30 pm (UTC)
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the "road trip network"
The look of adoration on your face for a happy lady

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Kat

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from: ellisbell
date: Feb. 4th, 2005 11:00 pm (UTC)
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Trip, in the Santa Claus suit, offering me McGillicudy's (or was it Rumplemintz?) in a flask at a bar in Austin.

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from: triple_entendre
date: Feb. 5th, 2005 11:41 pm (UTC)
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Rumplemintz.

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spanky pants!

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from: delia_deville
date: Feb. 4th, 2005 11:45 pm (UTC)
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The third thong.

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Bean

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from: fulguritus
date: Feb. 5th, 2005 07:47 pm (UTC)
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the back rub. i'll never ever forget the backrub.

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there are many, but....

from: anonymous
date: Feb. 5th, 2005 09:36 pm (UTC)
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Reading it back, this whole post is really geeky and involved so you might want to skip it if you aren't the second party.

One thing that I think is symbolic somehow is when I was really into playing Dune 2 at the coop. For some reason I was interested in building bases which were configured in such a way that no enemy units could attack it, because there was a flaw in the AI that prevented them from simply attacking walls instead of real units and they couldn't path find a way to the real units if the base was totally enclosed in such a way that no real unit was within range from outside the wall. Anyway, I think I was trying to verify that such a base that you had constructed had the property (with respect to the range of the enemy tank unit) and you handed me a small cutout of graph paper that reflected the grid squares which a enemy tank could attack relative to it's square. "Well, here", you said, "use a tank", or something like that. It was possible to verify the property by simply superimposing the graph paper on the base, IIRC.

Perhaps it is hard to understand from this example many years later and given my poor communication skills, but I remember thinking that that was appropriate, clever, and reflected a certain dedication to detail that I enjoy in others and myself. This dedication to detail is a aspect of respect and love for the world.

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from: webnesto
date: Feb. 5th, 2005 09:51 pm (UTC)
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Man... there's so many memories... I wouldn't even know where to start...

I guess I'll put the first one I remember: I was visiting X in the co-op in Austin that I had dubbed "The ewok village" (I don't know which one it was). She introduced me to you in a ... t.v. room? or something like that. I remember some sort of carpet covered risers that you/we were sitting on.

I was terribly uncomfortable as I knew that you and she had been dating and you were the first person she dated after we'd broken up that I met. I had a hard time looking at you, and don't remember any of the conversation at all.

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jade

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from: humanitics
date: Feb. 6th, 2005 09:35 am (UTC)
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demanding and examining your signature in my sketchbook by the blue grey light of a headlamp and texas predawn sun filtered through tent walls while blazing on the trails of neurochemical rocket launcher scrutinizing for the truth of you your self in fine point pigma micron ink

sorting through colors and numbers
reveling in the traces you leave
streaked a hot blue across the space time continuum

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from: spumoni
date: Feb. 7th, 2005 06:09 pm (UTC)
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I remember that you are the most gracious host I've ever imposed upon (and it's quite a list)
Waking up next to you & K in the poolhouse, shortly followed by breakfast in bed. I'd known you for about ten hours at that point.
You provided towels to keep us warm when we had no blankets in the new apartment.
You drove us home when we were incapable of standing upright.
In general, I remember your great kindness.

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Bean

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from: fulguritus
date: Feb. 8th, 2005 02:20 am (UTC)
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i remember the many times you've beaten me in scrabble.
doing things "for science!"
rescheduling a scrabble game due to what i suspect was a booty call...
knowing that you knew exactly what our silly litle giggles were about...
you being a transparent ghost of a houseguest.
naked plumbing!!

i'm hungry, wanna do something about it?

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vodka & sex

from: witchety
date: Feb. 9th, 2005 07:52 am (UTC)
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I remember we were hanging out at game night a long time ago and in between vodka and you walked me home next door to the co-op and with the lights out around 2am we had sex. Something about that night sticks out in my head, one of my happier memories of you. I think because it was the one time we had sex just the two of us, without anyone else around. It felt hidden and intimate.

-Ingrid

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Re: vodka & sex

from: triple_entendre
date: Feb. 13th, 2005 06:48 am (UTC)
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That's a very strong and happy memory for me also. Time and memory in general are a bit askew for me, but I believe that was our first time, and there were all-too-few times after that. (but remarkable!)

I lived at 21st Street Co-op, and you at Prentis. The game night at 21st Street was a direct ancestor of Sasona's game night, although there will likely never be as much drinking as there was then (I guess we were all younger...). Unless of course someone challenges me to a match of Drunken Scrabble!)

There was a lag between the end of game night and the time I came over to your room. Maybe I walked you home, then returned to game night, then came over when game night ended? One thing I very much recall is not being entirely sure if it was appropriate for me to knock at your door so late, and that I wasn't sure of the hints you'd dropped. I remember asking Audrey for her opinion (and of course her blessing).

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