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Aug. 5th, 2004 @ 07:17 pm Yeah, I'm memeing.
Part of being on lj is that you end up gaining a number of lj buddies. Unfortunately, as age and the drink wear away at our brains, it's easy to forget where they all came from. Post this in your journal and have your friends respond with how they recall first meeting you.

I do this because 1) it's a cheap way to post and 2) I'm actually realizing that I don't know how most people I know recall meeting me. Some of you never have.

Fire away.
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From:nemo_wistar
Date:August 5th, 2004 06:00 pm (UTC)
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TMT, I think ... I seem to remember a story about an arrow on a fishing line, though I wasn't there that year.

Could have been through Jane because of computer aid. Who knows. I think I just knew who you were one day and that was about it.
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From:dwoolpert
Date:August 6th, 2004 10:12 am (UTC)
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Job inteview with you and NCLARKE in one of the luxurious BC Basement suites.

I clearly remember blowing the question about what to do with the person on hold when a customer walks up to the desk and starts monopolizing your time. But I got the job anyway.
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From:redvector
Date:August 6th, 2004 11:50 am (UTC)
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we met in prison.
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From:mrfantasy
Date:August 6th, 2004 06:29 pm (UTC)

That was you?

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I don't think I ever saw your face.
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From:runstaverun
Date:August 7th, 2004 11:40 am (UTC)
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I met you in the Fall of 96 when you interviewed me for a job at the aide station at drew... you asked a question about why someone's printer wasn't working... it was unplugged in your hypothetical situation.
From:agent179
Date:August 7th, 2004 09:07 pm (UTC)
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I met you at a mandatory helpdesk meeting (which was my first engagement at the helpdesk). Well, actually I didn't really meet you. I was really quiet and sortof sat in the corner by myself and thought dark thoughts, like how I could get more pizza without getting between whoever was doing the yelling and the chops.