The latest of my harebrained schemes
In my increasingly mad belief that buying fancy writing paraphenalia will somehow make me write more often I managed to get myself a pretty damn fine fountain pen (a Lamy logo, if you care about those things, all sleek and steel and begging to be jabbed into someone's jugular vein). So while I'm on this handwriting kick (and before the pen gets relegated to the same pile as my EEE PC and my tiny fort of spare Moleskines) drop me a current postal address (through here, or needlesslycryptic@gmail.com if you're privacy-inclined) and I may or may not send you something in flagrant defiance of modern technical innovations. I'll probably have to buy, like, stamps or something. They still sell those right? (PARENTHETICAL COMMENT)
I take no responsibility for lack of coherency, the infathomable morass of my handwriting, or any lewd overtures made. But I wouldn't mind a few excuses to go whooooosh and fling ink on things.
I take no responsibility for lack of coherency, the infathomable morass of my handwriting, or any lewd overtures made. But I wouldn't mind a few excuses to go whooooosh and fling ink on things.