AKA Me so ftoopid.

So I went back to the art supply store today to get another crow quill because see previous journal. Two very amusing things transpired.

1) I looked at about half of the quills in the little box I'd taken the defective one from yesterday, to compare them and make sure I didn't end up with another dud. Not a single one of them wasn't split in the middle or had any other visible defect. I somehow managed to reach in there and grab the one that was busted. Only on Planet Mike, folks.

2) I also bought a new pen holder yesterday because the one I've been using with the Hunt 102 kinda sucks. Now this new pen holder had a metal contraption on its end that I thought was for locking in the quill. But when I pulled it out, I discovered there was a perfectly good quill in there and the idea is you pull it out and stick it back in backwards. As it turns out, this perfectly good quill that was sitting about four feet to my left as I typed up my last journal complaining that I didn't have a quill in the house was also better than the one I'd just gone out of my way to acquire because it's shorter and slightly harder, which I prefer. Again - only on Planet Mike, folks.