Damn, I love Edward Gorey. A page from The Unstrung Harp that about sums up my whole life:
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There's a woman in town who has the most awesome Gorey tattoo. I always look at it wistfully - but I'm not getting any tattos, evah. but if I did, well...I'd have to consider old Edward.
Posted by: pinky | Monday, 22 May 2006 at 11:09 AM
Oh, Mr. Earbrass is doing National Novel Writing Month too? Starting a bit late, but No Plot? No Problem!
;-)
Posted by: Elkit | Monday, 22 May 2006 at 06:15 PM
pinky, I don't think I'm getting any tattoos evah either, but yeah, ol' Edward could make me rethink that nevah. I'll keep my eyes peeled for the woman w/ the tattoo!
Elkit, ha! Yes, he's leaving himself only 12 days. A much braver man than I, who usually give up after three! Congrats to you though! That is damn impressive.
Posted by: ae | Tuesday, 23 May 2006 at 11:40 PM