I've Got Sloppy Handwriting. . .

It's true, I do have sloppy handwriting. Almost illegibly sloppy. I get by, though. People can generally get the jest of my intended message, after asking “Is that an ‘L’ or a ‘5’?” a couple of times. All through school my teachers would complain, and even some times lower my grades on papers because of it. I was one of the couple of kids that everyone knew in class that the teacher would give the stinkeye when she suggested typing papers for neatness. Little did she know that my ongoing feud with printers as a race, due to their “do what I want” attitude. Consequently, I seldom printed anything. I would venture to guess that by now you’re wondering why I would talk about something so pointless. Right now, you’re probably saying: “Hey nimrod, you spend like. . .90% of your day typing now! Why should anybody, especially you, care about your handwriting?”I’m going to be honest with you, I’m not so sure that you’re speaking to me in the type of tone in which I would appreciate being spoken to (a little preposition explosion for ya, there). Ok, here’s the point in this little stream-of-consciousness nonsense: Sloppy handwriting has character. Someday I’m going to be famous for . . . something. It’s simple mathematics, really: Someday, my handwriting will become a font. Some geeky fan of whatever the hell it is that I will do someday will slave for hours over a hot laptop to meticulously recreate my every script idiosyncrasy. It’s going to be like Comic Sans MS with a touch of Papyrus and a whole lot of attitude.

You’ll see. . .