November 11th, 2005
|05:09 pm - A short meme|
Those who know me well know that my life isn't actually real, anyway.
Well, at least a good 1/2 of it isn't. I don't think. Actually, I do think it is, but others might disagree.
So, in light of that, as I was crusing through LJ in my first moment of free time in over 24 hours, I was pleased to see this meme on edelweiss68's LJ:
Please comment with a *fake* memory of you and me together.
Please participate, because it appears I'm coming back to work on Sunday, and I'll need some amusing stories to remember.
Even at time and a half, I'm not sure this is worth it. Good thing I scheduled vacation for Monday, purely on accident.
Current Mood: relaxed
Current Music: "Piece of Work", -JB
Oh, there was the time we attended that labor union rally on the Oval. When the communist party showed up and led the crowd in an anti-Capitalist chant, we started subtley shifting the crowd toward Brother Jed's side of the oval. It was patient work, nudging the hateful protesters inch by inch.
We got within earshot of Jed's entourage just in time for the communists' rant against organized religion. A fierce melee ensued in which the Jedites hurled Bibles as well as words of fiery scorn. The giant papier maché icon of president Kirwan wearing an executioners hood was set ablaze, toppling into the crowd like a fallen war elephant. Who knew Jed himself would be such a fighter, rolling up his sleeves and wading into the brawl with both fists dispensing divine retribution? We both barely escaped with our lives, and the university had to close the Oval for almost two years for reconstruction.
Well, Brother Jed
, I imagine, has had his share of fisticuffs in the name of the Lord before. That's why I admire him so.
I'm tempted to say that my ribs are still bruised from that little fight. I think you and I took it pretty bad from both sides: the Communists barely missing us with their Molotov cocktails, and the Fundies nearly clocking us with the Word of God.
Poor Kirwin. It was almost as bad as when OSU was experiementing on cats by putting them on speed. May his effigy rest in pieces.
What do we want?