Way back when in the mustified, dusty recesses of the pasty past I used to write checks all the time. There is a little line upon which one may write information of a mind-jogging sort regarding the check, such as "Ted's cummerbund," or "Green sanded sugar." I, being the weirdo I am, always wrote something that was subversive of the intended purpose, and had a laugh every time (it's a gift to be amused by small things*). I'd always write "things," or something supremely unhelpful like that. Now that Blogger *New! Fresh-Smelling! De Luxe!* has labels I have been using them sometimes, sometimes not - but I just realised they are exactly like those tiny check lines that gave me such pleasure back in the days of quill pens.

On another subject, I went through 4 years of university and wrote all my notes with a fountain pen. That sounds antique, doesn't it? I should start grooving on the antique aspect of my existence. Ball point pens were WORSE than the devil's tools - they were BORING! They STILL ARE. Back in my day we didn't have our noses stuck in a book. No - we went PARADIN' - we knew how to live. *sporks Ringo*

Say, it might not've been a good idea to thaw out my brain in the microwave. What's that you say? It's fine to do that? Yay!

*small - jeez that's microscopic

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