19 August 2008

Three questions. He who answers the five questions—

Current mood: mischievous

All around me smiling faces
Different people from different places
Time is short, don't wanna waste it
Not ashamed so I'll just say it
~ "Life is Good" by Stellar Kart

I have been on a quest for some time . . . to find the perfect writing pen. Last November, I found it. I bought several of them from the Salem Witch Museum in Salem, Mass. They are simple, retractable ball point pens with translucent plastic barrels, silver chrome trim and a rubber grip that matches the translucent barrel. I can only imagine the questions running through your head at this moment. . .

1. How does she know so much about pen details?
2. Why does she know so much about pen details?
3. Where did she learn such details?
4. Is she really a Pen Genius?

First, let me tell you that I called the museum store and they were not really so helpful. They did not reorder the pens this year because the price went up. They order them from some company who gets them from China. No, they do not know the model number. (LIARS) No, they cannot order me some. (JERKS) And, if I really want to order 144 dozen pens, here is the number for the wholesaler – but "You cannot order them with our Salem Witch Museum logo." (I don't want your stupid logo).

I phoned the company and they will ring me back, or so they promised. As an alternative, I did a Google search for Promotional pens. I have seriously viewed 1,000 + pens – none of them match this particular pen. And, unfortunately, there are no identifying numbers, letters, or codes, with the exception of 4 imprinted stars on the metal pen clip. I cannot even just order the refills, as the damn refill doesn't have any identifying marks either.

Bloody hell – all this trouble for a damn pen. I used to have (6) of them. Now, I am down to (2), as the ink has run out in the others. And, these are bound to both be out of ink soon. I love how this pen writes. The ink doesn't smudge – which is a plus for us left-handed people. My hand doesn't cramp when I write for a long time, due to the size of the pen barrel and the comfortable grip. Someone wrote with one the other day and tried to take it with them. Thieving bastard! I stopped them and said, 'excuse me; I believe that is my pen.'

I realize that my possessiveness of my pens may come across as a little 'different' -- but knowing how difficult it is to find a good pen, I am willing to sacrifice politeness. Therefore, if anyone is racking their brain for what to give me for my birthday – now you know. . . I want more of these pens.

Oh, before I forget. As a follow-up to the rent deposit debacle . . . they gave me all of my money back. Apparently I was persistent enough to make it no longer worth 137.50 to avoid my phone calls. Yea!!!!

And GREAT NEWS – Peyton showed up for practice today. Granted he didn't actually warm-up OR practice with the team. Still, he was there with NO FAVORING of his knee while walking. Hoo Ray!

PERSONAL NOTE: See you soon! Looking forward to dinner and a little Chopin!

Eidetic Vision

Main Entry: ei·det·ic Pronunciation: I-'det-ik Function: adjective : marked by or involving extraordinarily accurate and vivid recall especially of visual images - an eidetic memory Merriam-Webster's Dictionary, © 2002 Merriam-Webster, Inc.