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March 15, 2004

Gone missing

I had this little friend, this funny little man who was very small and lived in my sock drawer. I can't actually say that he was a person, really. He might have been a little elf, maybe a gnome. I don't think he ever told me.

It must have been his angular facial features that made me think he was an elf. He did wear gnome-like hats sometimes, though. Gnomes are always dressed for winter with the hats and the scarves ... but I guess it was winter at the time. So maybe the hats weren't indicative of anything.

My little sock-drawer friend was great fun. He told me jokes, and wrote me silly little notes with elf-pencil drawings on them. He always had something creative and off-the-wall to say. He said he liked punk music. Just to be contrary, I told him I liked easy listening. He liked to ask lots of questions, but didn't really like to answer any. I didn't mind so much about that, because I was usually busy trying to think of answers. And he just loved jumping out of my drawer as fast as he could and startling me. If he scared me enough to make me scream, he'd fall down in the socks and laugh and laugh. He was such a prankster.

And just when I was really starting to enjoy his company, my little friend went missing. I can't imagine why ... maybe I scared him off. Maybe the other elf/gnome/drawerdwellers got on his case about consorting with a big person. Maybe he got bored of startling me or making me laugh. Who knows. But I haven't seen him in a while, and I'm holding out hope that he might come back someday. I glance around the back of my drawer whenever I open it, just in case he's hiding back there waiting to scare me.

Come to think of it, it's possible I've rolled him up inside a pair of ankle socks or something - in which case I guess he could be seriously hurt. Oh dear. I hope that's not what's happened. I'll have to check my socks.

Little friend, if you see this, then you're clearly not trapped in a sock. For this I am very glad. Come back and visit me some time. I promise I'll be startled.

Posted by kati at March 15, 2004 05:54 PM


there's something very nuts about you and i might just like it.

Posted by: didofoot at March 15, 2004 06:19 PM

in this class in high school that was history or economics or some bull shit. we had a general theory that there was a knocking table gnome who would bite your knees under the table. so...there would be a knock on the underside of the table and then your knee would be bit! possibly this was all just a farce that i made up so i could grope people's knees.

Posted by: michele at March 15, 2004 06:55 PM

You *are* nuts and I adore you for it!!
I liked that old cartoon "David And The Gnomes" -
which is odd to say, because David was a gnome.
That's like saying Mike and the humans, or Kati and the insane people. Oh well, it's not MY cartoon.

Posted by: Mike at March 16, 2004 01:16 PM

Not so odd: http://us.imdb.com/title/tt0283721/

Posted by: David the Gnome at March 16, 2004 03:15 PM

I loved David the Gnome, too! (not "David and the Gnomes" my dear ... just a gnome who's name was David). Maybe my little friend's name was David, too ...in which case he must surely have been a gnome. But honestly, I don't think he ever told me.

So I just assumed he was an elf, and that his name was Gerald. Or maybe Harold. Or maybe not. It was something a little off like that, I'm sure.

Posted by: kati at March 16, 2004 03:43 PM

hullo, he said very small with hair full of lint. Bewildered and staggered by some adventure with djinns of entopy and spite who bite even harder than sugar over time. Hullo, said the voice, small, but nto yet ready to be seen.

Posted by: gnoman at March 16, 2004 08:48 PM

Is that you, little friend?
Were you off adventuring? Were there dragons? Demons?
Have you been in a magical, far away land?

I thought you might have found a more appealing sock drawer to dwell in. One with softer socks, or brighter colors. Or that you had fallen asleep for a hundred years like Rip Van Winkle.
You don't have to come out yet, little friend. My drawer is still where it has always been, and you know how to find it.

Posted by: kati at March 16, 2004 10:48 PM

You're so cute, Kati. How could your gnome-friend leave you and your sock drawer for anyone else?... b/c they just wouldn't be as cute or have socks as cute as yours. He'll come back, I'm sure of it; you just have to not look as hard...

Posted by: Kristina at March 17, 2004 06:54 AM

I stand corrected, and hang my head in shame for lack of cartoon knowlege.
Damn you for cursing me David!
Damn you and all your little gnome friends.
and your stupid fox too! Stupid Swift.

Posted by: Mike at March 17, 2004 07:55 AM

Maybe your friend's in gnome-man's land.

Or perhaps studying at the London School of Ecognomics.

They do tend to be gnomadic, after all.

Posted by: sean at March 17, 2004 05:31 PM

The Gnome
I want to tell you a story
About a little man
If I can.
A gnome named Grimble Grumble.
And little gnomes stay in their homes.
Eating, sleeping, drinking their wine.

He wore a scarlet tunic,
A blue green hood,
It looked quite good.
He had a big adventure
Amidst the grass
Fresh air at last.
Wining, dining, biding his time.
And then one day - hooray!
Another way for gnomes to say

Look at the sky, look at the river
Isn't it good?
Look at the sky, look at the river
Isn't it good?
Winding, finding places to go.
And then one day - hooray!
Another way for gnomes to say

Posted by: Pink Floyd at March 18, 2004 03:00 PM