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December 19, 2006 |
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We collect FOUND stuff: love letters, birthday cards, kids' homework,
to-do lists, ticket stubs, poetry on napkins, telephone bills, doodles -
anything that gives a glimpse into someone
else's life. Anything goes...
In high school my friends and I left notes all over the place "from" inanimate objects- I've always wondered what people did when they found them (maybe one will pop up here someday.) Oh, I love the silly randomness of it all. This find make me giggle.
Keith- was it really your sock?
How charming and random! At least he made it home...
Oh man, I'd kill to get Christmas notes from a sock. That's pretty neat. A Jesus-lovin' sock at that.
I'm thinking this says:
I was abandoned in Austin, I think this is my home, but I can't open the door, can't ask how. I made it 150 miles but lack the ability to operate a doorknob - it's a Christmas miracle)
Happy Holidays - no I don't hate Jesus
Socky.
I wish a sock would make it 150 miles to my doorstep. I'd feel real special then.
Wow, I thought it would be a note for a new pet!
This is the kind of find that I love the best. No matter how many explanations you can think of it still boggles the mind of who wrote it and what exactly they meant by any of it at all.
Great find, totally bizarre. My brother has schizophrenia and speaks like this. Smart, but the words used together don't paint a comprehensible picture. (Not that I am diagnosing online, mind you.)
Sounds like a dream. I always write mine down and then wonder if they'll end up here...
This sounds like Tom Robbin's Skinny Legs and All. Was there a spoon, a can of beans, a painted stick and a conch shell with it? Is Skidmore the New Jerusalem?
Socks can make it home from Austin, but can't seem to make it out of the dryer. What strange beasts.
From "Socky" haha I love it :)
ha! Caroline, you have me cracking up! Best comment i've ever seen on anything here!
Shari Lewis, if you're out there, I smell a sequel "Lamb Chop Come Home".
One of those "sock it to 'em" notes. How wonderful!
I know exactly hoe he or she feels .
Close, but I think this is more accurate:
I was stranded in Austin. I think this is my home but I can't open the door. (Don't ask how I made it 150 miles but lack the ability to operate a door knob - it's a Christmas miracle)
Happy Holidays - no I don't hate Jesus
Socky.
Wow, can't open the door but can manage to hold a pen and write? Socky's right! It IS a Christmas miracle!
Wow, I thought that note had been lost forever. In answer to Jodi, yes, it really was my sock and I'm pretty sure I do know the strangely-humored guy who left it. In fact, I think I'll email this page to him right now - he should get a kick out of it (inadvertent pun unintended). Oh and thanks for the heads-up Roberto!
Wow, Keith! you need to post something on "Hey that's me!" Strange how we can lose the most important papers and yet a note from a sock can still surface. The mysteries of ephemera...
Guessing this note was written by a Jimmy Buffet fan..."my head hurts, my feet stink, and I don't love Jesus." It's a dirty sock from a stinky foot, yet it wants to set the record straight.
I think the "no I don't hate Jesus" was an aside to all the idiots ready to pounce because he didn't write out the entire phrase "Merry Christmas and Happy New Year." (Thus meaning he must surely be anti-Christian.) Apparently there are not enough REAL problems in the world for them to worry about!
Was it a Purple Sock?
I hope he made a sock puppet out of it!