Memory is a funny thing, and it’s even funnier when you’re in the midst of a bitter fight for the highest political office in the country.

As you may have heard, Jeb Bush’s campaign is no more. That doesn’t mean we can’t reminisce about our favorite moments, on and off the campaign trail, from the past eight months. Can you even believe it’s been that long? Anyway: You can discuss your favorite Jeb! moments in the comments below. It’s (probably) the healthiest way to grieve dead political campaigns.

There are three ingredients needed to make a perfect obituary: a peculiar life, an anticipated death (hence: ample time to write the thing), and at least one story about tap dancing. So you knew going in that the New York Times obituary of Shirley Temple Black, who many people were sad to learn had died Monday night (but also, briefly, happy and surprised to learn had been alive up to that point), was going to be sensational.

Scientists have figured out how to implant false memories into the brains of rats.

We are familiar with the James O'Keefe of today, certainly, what about the O'Keefe of yesterday? Before he was a fugitive, professional ambusher and rabble-rouser, James O'Keefe led the life of a simple teen-aged student, wandering aimlessly through the halls of his high school humming "Life is a Highway."

When White House chief of staff Andy Card told President Bush about the September 11th attacks in a Florida elementary school classroom, many people thought he just looked confused and perhaps a little stupid. Wrong! Bush told the National Geographic Channel in an interview that's going to be endlessly dissected by Truthers during "Remembering 9/11" week that he "didn't want to rattle the kids" by standing up and doing his job, and that he'd "been in enough crises to know that the first thing a leader has to do is to project calm." So that's what he did. He collected his thoughts, spaced out for a bit, and projected confusion calm.

Have you ever wondered what it's like to cook meth with an armed Hells Angel named California Sack? Let this ex-con and former Aryan Brother, who once made $4 million in a year cooking and selling ice, explain:

MySpace was just sold like a GameCube on Craigslist, snatched up by a no-name advertising firm for less than a tenth of what News Corp bought it for in '05. But it wasn't always a disaster. Let's reminisce. [Gizmodo]

When we asked for your awful prom stories, we expected to hear about drunken nights, stolen purses and dress mishaps. We didn't expect tales of dead animals, kicking your date in the balls, or getting handcuffed by state troopers. [Jezebel]

As May ends and June begins, 'tis the season for American teenagers to get all dolled up and attend the final school dance before college. Prom. A magical night… that can turn into a nightmare. So what was yours? [Jezebel]

Here's one of the scattered pictures of the smiles Arnold Scharzenegger and Maria Shriver are in the process of leaving behind. It was sent to us by photographer Brad Elterman, who snapped the couple back in 1977 at a Las Vegas charity softball tournament hosted by Kenny Rogers. As Elterman recalls, "He was totally cool and loved the attention of my camera, but Maria made a hissy fit about having her photo taken."

Are you a 20-something who often reminisces wistfully on your high school prom, the most magical night of your life? The time when you felt beautiful, before the marriage and the kids and the end of discretionary "fun" activities, at age 23? Because you like your kids, I mean, you love them, of course, as well as the part-time job at the Dress Barn, and hubby Rick is really the apple of your eye, always will be, even if he's gained a few pounds since high school, but back then on prom night there was just this sense of, what, is "possibility" the word you're looking for? Yes, well. Never mind. Dreams really do come true.

Yesterday, we asked for your favorite Friendster memories now that the social network will basically be killed off at the end of May. And here they are! Harrowing, funny online tales from the turn-of-the-century.

We all have embarrassing prom photos, and here's one of John Krasinski of The Office that a friend of Gawker sent in. It's not that embarrassing—for a prom photo. Is yours worse? You can win a prize!

Barack Obama's trip to his ancient Muslim homeland of Indonesia is splashing all sorts of tender boyhood memories across the newspapers, like his gay male nanny who later became a transvestite volleyball player. Glenn Beck just came in his pants.

Here's a teaser trailer for Scream 4, a continuation of the slasher saga that began fourteen long years ago. We're back in Woodsboro and, in addition to the surviving regulars, we're saddled with a whole new cast of youngsters.

Rolling Stones guitarist Keith Richards somehow mustered enough brain cells to recall his past for a new tell-all book, Life. In it, Richards reveals Mick Jagger's anatomical secrets and says he thought Johnny Depp was his son's drug dealer.

When OJ Simpson was charged with the murders of Nicole Brown and Ronald Goldman and he failed to turn himself in, the world was treated to the car chase of a lifetime. That was June 17, 1994.

Today we took at look at how overprotective parents are ruining prom, prompting many of you to reminisce about your own prom experiences, be they drunken or sober. Here are some of our favorites.

David Spade had his sniveling say about the DirecTV commercial he did with Chris Farley's ghost. Now, one of the guys who wrote the commercial writes a fair, reasonable blog post about his intentions. Okay. But he ends with this: