A blog dedicated to those who would rather be at the cottage.

Well, that does it. I have officially lost one too many of these damn things.

I have been touting the Fisher Spacepen for over a year now – But even when Flaschner was kind enough to remind me that they were extremely loseable I kept on using – and losing them.

I’m now up to five. Five Space Pens that I have loved and lost.

The most recent one went awol sometime over the past two days. It happened one of three places:

• At Trivia Night at the Brogue Monday night. Possible. There was Guiness involved.
• At a client meeting with senior management of a major hotel company on Tuesday morning. Possible but unlikely. This particular VP rarely steals things from me.
• Somewhere in my travels – I was wearing the kind of pants that have the kind of pocket that could spit out this kind of pen. Damn.

The whole reason I carry the things is because they’re so convenient. When closed, they sit in your pants pocket, the smooth edges not long enough to perform surgery on you while seated but with a great feel in the hand when open.

So – if you know of this pen’s whereabouts – I’m talking to you fellow reprobates that frequent a certain watering hole for pub quiz – let me know.

If not, I’m off to Essence du Papier. To try again.