Since I'm Up...

...doing homework, I figure I should post something interesting (or not) before diving into dreamville. So here goes *pages shuffling as Tyler opens The Language of the Night (1993 Harper Perennial Version) by Ursula K. Le Guin to a random page*:

Anyway, meeting writers is always so disappointing. I got over wanting to meet live writers quite a long time ago. There is this terrific book that has changed your life, and then you meet the author, and he has shifty eyes and funny shoes and he won't talk about anything except the injustice of the United States income tax structure toward people with fluctuating income, or how to breed Black Angus cows, or something. (195)

So here's to meeting dead writers with non-shifty eyes and non-funny shoes or at least a thing for breeding Herefordshire cows.

Or something.