Nobody likes you when you're dead

[venta]

A new sheep, as invented by cardinalsin:

In the future, scientists will be able to resurrect human beings - but not using DNA. Instead, they will rebuild you from the collective memories of people who know you.

So: Please post a comment describing one thing you know about me. Preferably something interesting, but factual. One day internet archaeologists will use this information to bring me back to life, so make sure what you say is accurate!

Oh yeah, then post this to your journal. Go on, you know you want to.

Comments

[sushidog.livejournal.com]

You are fond of fruit cake, even when it's just the slightly singed and misshapen bits that over-flowed in the oven.

(At least, I believe that was how we met? :-)

[venta.livejournal.com]

Er... er...
I don't think I remember that bit (though it's quite true, so maybe I've just forgotten). Where/when d'you think this happened ?

I think I met you at a joint party you and grahamb had in Cambridge 3ish years ago. I could believe I'd met you before that, though.

[sushidog.livejournal.com]

Ah, you could be right; I seem to remember turning up to a pub in Oxford (The Cricketer's Arms) with bits of fruitcake!

grahamb and I didn't quite manage a party as such, it was more of a gathering at the KSR. Apparently I met lots of people that ngiht, and had no memory of them whatsoever later!

[venta.livejournal.com]

Er, well, I could easily believe I went to the Cricketers and greedily munched up somebody else's cake. Especially if you remember me ranting about Wensleydale at the time (see below), it was definitely me :)

Can we compromise and saw we met at the Cricketer's Runs, with Grahamb and a fruitcake ?

[sushidog.livejournal.com]

GrahamB _is_ a fruitcake, so that resolves that! :-)
For some reason, the Cricketer's Runs sounds to me like a medical ailment, of the sort not to be discussed in polite company. Oh dear...

If I make fruitcake for my next tea party, will you come? :-)

[venta.livejournal.com]

If I make fruitcake for my next tea party, will you come? :-)

I'd love to - I'd have come to the last one, only my presence was required to perpetrate peculiar northern English traditions in pubs in Oxford.