Sometimes, I love this world.
Specifically, the nerds of this world.
More specifically, the nerdy nerds of this town.
It’s no secret that the Ole North State has no shortage of persons of the dork variety, and that they have no problems finding each other. There are the requisite comic book conventions, gaming conventions, anime conventions, of course our own bitchin’ horror/genre film festival, hell, Raleigh even has its own Starfleet ship (who knew?).
That’s right—four whole freakin’ days of nothing but implements to die for. And I’m not being a dick here—believe it or not, in the days before the internets your humble blogger had a mighty affair with nibs and parchment (the sight of a luscious Vacumatic or a good Moleskine still has the power to get my six cylinders a’firin’).
And best of all, through all this I find out there’s a Triangle Pen Club—and they meet in Durham! And aw, they make each other wooden pens with Bic inserts for the luvvapete:
Sorry, gentle readers, but honest to gawd, I feel like I’m falling in love with this town all over again. Just give me a moment and I’ll recover.
So maybe I’ll see you at the show in Cary (I know, I know…), I’ll be the guy who’s blotting his eyes with a kleenex every two seconds. Now we just have to figure out how to get cursive back in the curriculum in schools, hey?