You who look in here with some regularity will remember that a while ago I was mulling how to dispose of a gift certificate I got last Christmas, and somewhat more recently there was an allusive mention of that mulling having reached its end. Just to remind you, here’s the sort of thing I was decided to not get one of:
Ick! Arg! Hideous!
This will probably lead to some head-scratching when I show you a picture of that which I have ended up with… which I will do now:
Ooh! Ah! Bee-YOU-tee-ful!
The ideal* reader is at this point is saying either, “But… it’s… the same,” or, “What possessed you to…?” I won’t simply hide behind the notion of human inconsistency, although you might want to look at it as the cleared ground around the actual defenses of my action.
I will point out that apart from the current entry’s efforts at comedy, I didn’t decline that wooden e-motion (by the way, what is with Faber-Castell’s model-naming practices, anyway?) because it didn’t appeal visually, but rather because I fully expected my own clumsiness to mar it with a dollop of ineradicable ink on the grain. The resin version is not susceptible to that sort of disfigurement, which means I will have to try harder. I did say it was a little outside my personal style, and that does get us back into the realm of inconsistency, but it’s within what I believe my tolerances are in that direction. It is a nice pen to write with, in my subjective and tolerant opinion, trained as I am to enjoy pens of diverse sizes and shapes, and the point is hard to fault… although I will touch on it once more before we finish today.
There is also the inner keep of this supposed ring of defenses I have, over whose thick door and imposing portcullis is chiseled the important motto, “Just ‘Cuz.” I had, on the day I was looking through catalogues, all but dismissed the e-motion before I saw this particular finish. One I saw it, I found it had taken on a siren aspect, and in the end I was lured to the shore. This “parquet” motif, which one might also call “basketweave,” reminded me of something of which I am extremely fond. I mentioned on Friday last that I’m a recovered Star Wars fan, remember. I will also own to being an inactive and low-key Browncoat, with a good eye for backgrounds:
Where did they put cargo on the Millenium Falcon, anyway?
Now, one last element of foolishness to end the day on– the pen I am even now carrying I ordered with a bold point. “Bold?” said the nice man at Paper Umbrella? Yes, indeed, said I, because it gives me the material needed to convert the point into a stub, rendering the writing more dashing and the pen more interesting.
However, I was not thinking of how very nicely finished Faber-Castell points are. The urge to reshape has started to feel like an inclination to vandalism….
Today’s seed of foolishness: Faber-Castell e-motion
Today’s ink: Montblanc Royal Blue
*”5. something that exists only in the imagination.” It’s a pretty archaic use of the word, and thus just about the last noun definition Dictionary.com offers for it.