On the meridian of time, there is no injustice: there is only the poetry of motion creating the illusion of truth and drama.
ToC, H. Miller

Sunday, March 09, 2008

Ode to Arliss

There are people who wish they could write well (but write anyway, thank you very much), and then there are people whose writing just naturally makes you believe that taking store inventory and other mundane daily happenings are the most fascinating occurrences. Between that and checking out the paintings that she's posted, it really makes me wish I was back in Kirksville, dropping by her apartment to check out the latest anime, comics, and art projects.
... sigh ... yare, yare ...

1 comment:

Arliss Gammill said...

Oh you nut! I didn't notice this post! THANK YOU! You make me all sniffy.

Oh, by the way, do you know what I was remembering the other day? Do you remember that poem you wrote about the mouse? It was epic and had perfect rhyming. You should SO post that on your blog one day. LOL! I loved that poem. I know it wasn't your favorite of all the ones you wrote, but it was adorable.

And one more 'Oh'! Everybody adores the farmer joke. I mean absolutely everybody from my manager to my sister. Yay! Thank you!