Lie to me

[mdlbear]

I would like all my friends here to comment on this post stating how you met me. But I want you to LIE. That's right. Just make it up. After you comment, feel free to copy this to your journal so others can do the same.

(From a couple of friends who, since they locked their posts, had best be left unidentified.)

Comments

[dsmoen.livejournal.com]

Back when I was competing in ice dancing and needed a partner for a test 'cause mine was off his game, you skated with me for my pre-silver test, which I passed.

(Ice dancing levels, at least at the time, were: preliminary, bronze, pre-silver, silver, pre-gold, gold, and international)

[phoenixpdx.livejournal.com]

It was a dark and stormy night. The full moon danced behind the wind-blown clouds. There was only the eerie glow of the CRT screen lighting the computer room, where you sat watching the debug code scroll up, looking for that bit that changed the space-time continuum. I walked in, knowing I had secrets you must know, secrets of the Beast in the Code. It was...it was...unspeakable.

[pocketnaomi.livejournal.com]

It wasn't my fault! You were busy at the registration desk at the OVFF hotel and your Cthulhu jumped out of your back pocket and tried to strangle me! It took two people to get him off, and then you wouldn't even trade insurance information. You just took me aside and started singing to me instead and I forgot about everything else, even the thing that had tried to eat my face.

[mdlbear]

Hanging around with Cthulhu one can pick up all sorts of useful skills.

[obsessivewoman.livejournal.com]

I believe it was a chance meeting in Burma, September 1994 after I completed my tour in the US diplomatic corp.

Max and I went into one of those lovely little wooden noodle houses, bedecked in colorful flags and wind chimes, during a rain shower. The smell of ozone, wafting spices, sharp and tantalizing, brought us into the restaurant (also a desire to stay at least marginally dry).

You and Colleen were sipping on a wonderful red spiced tea they served, and you immediately recognized that we were from the West Coast, US, from our conversation and accents so you and Colleen were kind enough to ask us to join you.

It's been years but I still recall the food. I think you and Colleen tried the Oh-no khauk swe (which you said settled your stomach), I tried the Lethok son, and Max had the Mohinga. We swore to see one another when we got back to the States (which we fortunately did).

[lemmozine.livejournal.com]

It was, of course, Halloween. I was in my Wimpy costume, and hanging out with my old pal Robin Williams, who was going incognito as Swee'Pea. You attracted our attention because you were in the costume of the minor E.C. Segar character O G Wotasnozzle. We were all on the pathway to knock on the door of Forrest J. Ackerman's Ackermansion, when who should we run into but Pope John Paul II, in his "Pope"ye costume! As we were knocking on the door, the entire house morphed and became, instead of the Ackermansion, Ellison Wonderland. Harlan, being no slouch, answered the door in person, dressed in a highly artistic avant-garde rendition of Bluto designed for him by a prominent Hollywood artist. Susan was with him, not enjoying her Olive Oyl costume at all. When we said "trick or treat" he opted for the trick, and you blinked, did some magic, and made his entire collection of books and stuff disappear. He seemed nonplussed.

[admnaismith.livejournal.com]

Fat Bob invited me along that time when your wife was away and you made your place available for a debauched weekend of wine, loose women and crime. I still can't believe we managed to clean up after ourselves.

[valydiarosada.livejournal.com]

It was the Midwinter Solstice celebrations at Stonehenge - you had flown over to the UK specially, braving snow and strikes at Heathrow - and the mead was flowing freely (not to mention the Aromatic Crispy Duck, which is another story altogether).

I still can't remember how we managed to make it to Castle Nyrond alive and in one piece in the drunken state we were in, but we did.

[donsimpson.livejournal.com]

It's been so many years, but I think it was the time the Plaid Martians were trying to buy the rights to clone one of your guitars for a prototype in their musical instrument foundries, and you were trying to get across that you hadn't built the guitar; but since they were featureless spheres except for their surface patterns, you couldn't tell if you were making any progress. I was at the SiliCon panel you put together to discuss the problem. I thought we were doing pretty well until the Polkadot Martians showed up with their weaponized MMoose (which certainly didn't look like anything terrestrial, much less a moose, though it _was_ a lumpy-looking, long-legged quadruped with branching stalks on what seemed to be it's head) to try and outbid their traditional rivals. It looked bad until you came up with the solution that saved the day. Or maybe it was that time with the electric snails. Ages ago, anyway.

[chatworthy.livejournal.com]

It was that time at Edinborough Fringe Festival. I was performing waay outside my comfort zone as "Pointy-Haired Boss" and you stepped in - on no notice - to portray Dilbert, after the original actor in the role (Jeff Hitchin) was trapped in a parade of street mimes.