Fine, all right, okay. *succumbs to peer pressure*

[jedusor]

As you read this, if your eyes are passing over this right now, even if we don't speak often, please post a comment with a memory of you and me. It can be anything you want, either good or bad.

When you're finished, post this little paragraph on your blog and be surprised (or mortified) about what people remember about you.

Also, if anyone sees any evidence whatsoever that I am on IM or LJ tomorrow, give my ass a thorough kicking and yell at me about never making it through college if I don't apply myself. (Oh, and GIP- I know, I'm a bad vegan, but I couldn't resist. Quote lifted from McSweeney's.)

Comments

[slightly-wrong.livejournal.com]

Ben Is Not A HotDog will forever be in my mind. it was hilarious at the time, and still is when remembered at two AM.

[burlesquebunny.livejournal.com]

"HELLO PERSON I DON'T KNOW!!!!! *glomp*"

[jedusor.livejournal.com]

Ah yes. That was a fun night. Morning? Night.

[jedusor.livejournal.com]

*ksplorfle*

[g4n0nd0rk.livejournal.com]

even DAD can do a cartwheel! and he's what, 40?????
HAAAAAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!

[draughanten.livejournal.com]

The day we broke up and you let me fret for a week with worry over NOTHING!!

I'm still pissed about that btw... not really.

Oh well. :P

[jedusor.livejournal.com]

Hey, dude, I didn't let you do anything. If you'd told me why you were worrying, maybe I could have done something about it. Or maybe I'm just mean.

Oops, not supposed to be on LJ. *scampers off*

[draughanten.livejournal.com]

[vito-excalibur.livejournal.com]

I remember you at the Halflab New Years' party. You were so funny & hyper. :)

[great-scotto.livejournal.com]

i remember you giving me directions against your will and morals to a McDonalds at 9pm so i could get myself some cheap food for dinner.

[sittingwalnut.livejournal.com]

When I picked up your whip and you said "DO NOT TOUCH THE WHIP! PUT IT DOWWN." For some reason the way you said it made me giggle on the inside. An internal giggling, if you will. :)

[(Anonymous)]

Dude, I can lean back into a backbend and stand up from it at a rate of about 4 out of every 5 attempts. I don't need no stinkin' cartwheels.

[jedusor.livejournal.com]

GAH... HATE... EVIL... COMPUTER... ANONYMOUS... COMMENT... *explodes*

[jedusor.livejournal.com]

Are you proud of yourself for figuring out that big bad HTML? You can't really talk about the homework thing, by the way.

[jedusor.livejournal.com]

^_^

[jedusor.livejournal.com]

Nice to know you have so many cherished, treasured memories of me, Scott.

[jedusor.livejournal.com]

That should be a band name. Internal Giggling. Or maybe an LJ username.

[draughanten.livejournal.com]

[draughanten.livejournal.com]

[jedusor.livejournal.com]

That's getting slightly annoying. Make it bounce back and forth, why don't you?

[elainetyger.livejournal.com]

I remember you hanging out with my daughter Rose (then GVB, maybe? now Jypsy) at a Con and giving her one less thing to complain about, which made my life happier.

[jedusor.livejournal.com]

I met her as Jypsy at IndyCon. She was pretty cool. Fair E-Girl (now... crap, I can't remember her new nom) and I talked to her about musical theater. She had some very, very interesting stories :)

[toonhead-npl.livejournal.com]

Ummm, I feel kinda bad posting this, but you did say good or bad. My primary memory of you was not so good, and it was because of something innocent I did. In fact it's my only negative NPL Con experience to date.

We were all playing one of Dart's games one night at IndyCon (my first con, so I was understandably excited), all having a good time, and I innocently gripped your shoulders from behind. it was just one of those things, getting caught up in the moment's high. I'm not even normally a touchy-feely person, but it was just one of those things that would have probably happened with whoever was there in front of me.

You totally freaked out and read me the riot act. I apologized profusely, and said I really meant nothing by it.

You gave me more grief. Again, I expressed how deeply sorry I was.

You chewed me out even more. At this point I felt even more like some sick perv. I apologized yet again, and had no idea what more I could do, or what you were expecting me to do after the fact.

Look, I understand that a person can't be too careful these days, and I don't know your history, and people do (and should) take "personal space" seriously, but if someone honestly and obviously apologizes and regrets what they did, why can't you at least give them the benefit of the doubt, accept the apology, and let it go? Now if it ever happened AGAIN after the first time, I wouldn't blame you one bit.

But after that incident I made sure to steer completely clear of you for the rest of that con. I felt guilty enough about it to talk about what happened to a few women about it. Look, I know I clearly should have been thinking more. I didn't even realize how young you were at the time. But I think you should have put it in perspective (it happened in public; I never even so much as said "boo" to you before that) and properly assumed it really was an innocent one-time occurence.

Anyone who knows me could tell you I wouldn't ever hurt even a fly, and would never even intentionally upset someone even if my intentions were innocent. The guilt would just eat me up. I know that you had no way of knowing that, but I still think you overreacted. I've been on the receiving end of similar circumstances a few myself, and I've just said "I'm really not crazy about being touched" and dropped it after the other person apologized. (One friend of mine has a very bad habit of hugging people and lifting them up off the ground. And if anyone complains, he says you're the problem, not him. (!!) Another friend of mine just makes up excuses ("I just had an operation!") to avoid htis rude selfish jerk's grasp.)

So to be clear, it's not the not being touched thing I had an issue with: it was the continued beration I had to go through afterwards. How many times could I possibly say I was sorry?

I feel even worse typing about this now because I'll bet you don't even remember this incident at all.

[jedusor.livejournal.com]

I feel even worse typing about this now because I'll bet you don't even remember this incident at all.

I don't, and I feel horrible about it. This strikes me as really weird- normally I don't mind being touched at all as long as it's not obviously inappropriate, and while I do have a bad habit of losing my temper and going off at people, I usually remember things if I get that worked up about them. This might sound like I'm trying to shift blame, but I honestly have no recollection of this- are you positive it was me? If it was, please accept my most sincere apologies.

[toonhead-npl.livejournal.com]

Yup, it was definitely you, and I'm actually glad you don't remember because it means you at least didn't hold a grudge. :) (I guessed you didn't remember because at BosCon you asked if anyone had an NPL directory so I trotted up to my room to lend you mine; you didn't say a thing about what happened the year before, so I was kind of relieved.)

Thanks for the apology and we're totally fine now. I'm glad I finally got this off my chest. (See what I meant about guilt eating away at me? I let things fester in my head for waaaaaay too long.)

[jedusor.livejournal.com]

Thank you. You would have been entirely justified in holding it against me. I appreciate and admire the fact that you don't, and I will do my best to ensure that nothing like this happens again in the future.