I don't recognize my own handwriting anymore. Weird.
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I don't recognize my own handwriting anymore. Weird.
No one's going to say it? Fine then I will...
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My hand was forced.
When I was ten or eleven years old, I actually changed the font of my handwriting. I removed all tails and serifs from letters, creating mostly clean, one-line letters. It was highly stylized and rather striking.
Then, I have no idea why, but my mother found out and scolded me for it and I went back to my boring form of handwritten print letters.
I have no form of cursive writing outside my own name which looks pretty sweet after years of finding a masterful autograph.
My print is simply adequate. Readable, but not pretty or anything.
My signature is in print. I learned early on that cursive was pointless and never really bothered with it.
If I take a little time with my handwriting, my print is actually pretty damn good and clear. However, I usually just kinda scrawl.
I write cursive when I'm trying to write quickly - I don't know shorthand, so it really is my fastest means of getting ideas down.
But usually I print, and I write in all capitals. To indicate a capital letter, I just write it bigger. So it looks like this...
HELLO
And that's an awesome ring, Scar. I love stuff like that - I find that much cooler than having an elaborate mix of gold and gemstones.
I feel the same way. I've only owned one ring in my life, and it was just a plain band of silver - I thought it was great. Unfortunately I had to stop wearing it because I started to have a allergic reaction to it...which is odd because I had worn it every day for about 8 years before that suddenly happened.
Allergies to metal run in my family, though. My mom cannot wear any jewelry containing nickel, or she'll break out in rashes and hives.
Where did you go to get that ring? I had never heard of that style/design before, but I really dig it. It's a great choice, dude.
That font style is called small caps. I find myself writing in that style too sometimes and I like how it looks a lot.
I have a ring that I serendipitously happened upon freshman year of college and it fit me like a glove so I kept it. I tried to find the owner but not....too hard. It's gorgeous but extremely simple. It has a Mayan/Aztec feeling as the ring is unpolished silver (or a grey metal alloy of some kind) with alternating triangles of blue and red across the band, red pointing one way and blue pointing another. Each triangle is either carved or painted to look like stained glass: tiny pebbles fill the triangular "spaces" making up the triangle. It's quite striking. Inside the band the metal is horribly worn and pock-marked, as if the ring has been traveling from hand to hand for a long time. No idea where it came from, but tis mine now. :)
I do a lot of the small caps thing. I have a bad habit of mixing it in seemingly at random.
I've never owned a ring. Not even a class ring. Now that I think about it I would like to have at least one ring.
My high school class ring dissappeared during a nitrogen tri-iodide explosion.....
Back in my religious days, I wore a CTR ("Choose the Right") ring. Haven't worn one since. Jewelry really ain't my thing, though I'd wear one if married. But nothing too fancy of course, and probably not gold, because I really can't stand gold.
I have a class ring that I don't wear cause it fits me too tightly now and I don't care to fix it.
I don't wear any other jewelry except this one ring. Heh, one ring.
When I was young, whenever I went to antique shops with my parents (which was, regrettably, frequent) I sometimes found little pieces of jewelry that I imagined to be imbued with magical powers. A dull golden brooch of the head of a cobra (hood included) with red jewels as eyes is particularly strong in my memory but there were others. I could never convince my parents to buy em for me. Somehow, explaining that they would grant me immortality or flight or laser vision didn't seem like the best course of reasoning.