Passing thoughts whilst I should be doing my squamous-cell-carcinoma (yes, I know) writeup:

I lost my fountain pen.  God damn it all, I lost a canary-yellow fountain pen.  I’m waiting on a red one to replace it.  Lamy Safari, for those of you who may also be pen people.  A moment on the pens:

They’re wonderful, well-designed pens.  The Safari is my daily writer, and it serves that purpose beautifully.  However, the nib (mine’s an EF) is VERY fine and as hard as nails.  Calligraphy with this would be impossible.  Thankfully, it’s a daily writer, and so that’s not an issue.

ABS plastic is featherlight and damn near indestructible.

In a flash of design brilliance, the converter has two raised dots on either side that clip into the pen body.  These dots are what convinced me that this pen was a model of good “form follows function” austere construction, not hyperindustrial stereotypically-dour-Germany design.

Notes on ink:

Lamy, I hate you for your proprietary-cartridgeness.

I use this pen with a converter (as earlier mentioned).

Right now, my daily inks are both Rohrer & Klingner (permanent blue and verdure, respectively).  I don’t know why they call it permanent, but hey.  You rub over the paper with a white candle and that’s that.  These both flow beautifully and make great daily inks.

Now, the gist and thrust of the matter.

I’m lusting after three J. Herbin inks:
rose cyclamen
diabolo menthe
and bleu nuit.

And my timewasting is over… now!