In the Dogpen and Hell

If this was a fountain pen, I’d ask for it for my birthday.

Having a fountain pen shaped like an ancient god would either be very, very cool or painful to write with. And I have a soft spot for Anubis right now. In the piece I’m working on these days, he made the teakids milkshakes. Anubis made me happy when I wrote him. He was fun.

Fountain pens have ruined me. I don’t like using other pens now. I’m an ink snob.

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Listening to Wilco’s latest right now for the umpteenth time and liking it more and more with each listen…

“Hell is Chrome” by Jeff Tweedy

When the devil came

He was not red

He was chrome and he said

Come with me

You must go

So I went

Where everything was clean

So precise and towering

I was welcomed

With open arms

I received so much help in every way

I felt no fear

I felt no fear

The air was crisp

Like sunny late winter days

A springtime yawning high in the haze

And I felt like I belonged

Come with me

Come with me

Come with me

Come with me

Come with me

Come with me

Come with me

Come with me