I love pens. Pens for different moods, for different projects, only for envelopes, only for note taking. Some pens for printing, some for writing. Some with this paper, some with that paper. A good pen fits into your hand like it was made for you. When a great pen meets a great piece of paper the collision is electric. The wrong pen can make me angry and ruin my train of thought. Down with crappy writing utensils!! I once kept a Number Journal, where I just wrote numbers in consecutive order just so I could experience pen to paper. I think I ended it somewhere around 10,000. I was 10. Join me and let's discuss pens. They make me happy!