“what I do when I miss you” [an unintentional guest post by oleoptene]
Wednesday 8 April 2009 | 3 cookies in the jar
Subject: What I Do When I Miss You
is I create a life-sized dummy stuffed with all sorts of books, Brodsky and Hugo and the Norton poetry anthology and a dictionary or two and all of the post-apocalisptic novels, and I dress it in striped socks and read it Pablo Neruda’s “Ode to My Socks” and we have a little tea party then, only I do your voice all wrong.
When will this semester be OVER I whine, very Pyewacketty-plaintively but like, without any reproach because I would rather you were getting the grading done than playing online. Only, I still have to tell you I miss you.
Okay so actually Oleoptene didn’t know this was going to wind up being a guest post, but it made me laugh ripsnortingly aloud in the graduate computer lab, and thus I am perversely sharing it with you. Because I miss her too; and y’all.
And I miss me, which is a weird thing to say, I realize, even for me; but there you have it. My new mantra is, May 6—when all the End of the World papers have been graded; when I no longer have whatever dreary respiratory infection has made my throat swell shut; and when the student who pitched a full-blown, unvarnished manic break/psychotic episode in class three weeks ago finally gets adequate mental-health care and stops sending me unnerving emails and/or showing up at my office all breathless to tell me about the approaching end of the world (2012) and the equation which holds the key to human consciousness (4.6 billion people times the smallest constant of time, something something something, I forget, it goes on for quite a while). Yes, these are but a few of the merry diversions which have kept me from you and from my own self. That and what Miss Bovary has correctly pegged as a terrible case of video killing the radio star. In the meantime here is a toonlet I tried valiantly to make. And I will see you very soon, in my stripy socks, and we will read Russian poetry and drink blueberry tea.
3 cookies in the jar
post your glowing encomium (or bitter philippic) »
Follow this heated, lively discussion through its very own feed; also, you can pingback or trackback from your own doubtlessly much more interesting site.
your cartoon turned out better than mine!
Oh well we’ll just have to see about that now won’t we missy?!
EDITED TO ADD: http://toonlet.com/archive?i=25490
Well, admittedly you aren’t that scary-lookin’ IRL. But you *are* that smart.
Weirdly fun, I guess due to the lack of actual drawing skill and the resignation thereof. But, lo and behold, now it no longer matters. God the internet’s great.