I have a tendency to take things much too much to heart. Last Saturday afternoon, someone removed a comment I'd made on one of their Fa...

Figure I might as well finish them out, since I only had a few more to go to complete the #15.  OK, so I'm nearly three weeks late and i...

This is the way my mind works.

I would like to declare the Lamy Safari the unofficial Official Fountain Pen of the Typosphere. Seriously, how many of us have 'em? ...

I think I'm going to start putting these music posts up on occasion--not normally this frequently, but now and again--primarily as a mea...

At the type-in , the subject of playing music came up, and someone (Justin?) asked me if I played with a band.  I answered (tongue in cheek)...

I went to the antique mall in town yesterday for the first time in awhile (for those of you at the type-in, think a bigger, more cluttered a...

(Epic fail at doodling a recognizable fountain pen...but that's a subject for another day...) This post is partially inspired by a ques...

Two very different poems, both inspired by broken glass I encountered on a walk. Bitter: Sweet:

Oh, and this typewriter shall be called Gerard.  Edit (where are my manners!): I should mention that notagain was the generous soul who g...