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Palomino Blackwing Pencils

I now know the joy of Palomino Blackwings. Carl was cool enough to show them to me when I was there in Oakland, and they're utterly amazing pencils. Better yet is the pencil sharpener for them, which is in the foreground here. It's a lovely two-bladed deal, with the first blade made to sharpen the wood of the pencil.

The second blade gives the point to the graphite. What's even better about it is that I can use it as a lead sharpener for my 2 mm leads in their lead holders!

So Carl's kind of started me on a pencil binge since BigBadCon and I'm pretty happy with them. You can get them at pencils.com and jetpens.com.

Today I've been using the pencils to diagram and plot out character motivations and the entire history of someone going undercover in the 90's Russian Mafiya. The whole spectrum of the organized crime over there is immense and fascinating and I can see why it might have scared people here. Combined with all the information from Codes of the Underworld and a dozen other resources from a couple clubs dedicated to studying organized crime in the wake of the fall of the Republic, it's made for a lovely, complex web of a background for my character. Love doing this, and how it shapes the story.
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  1. Dale LananOctober 25, 2012 at 10:21 AM

    Thanks for helping expose the coolness of pencils.
    -they, the little guys have the power to up out swords from the stones that hold them and to kill mob crime.
    Thanks for the reminder of the power of little.
    Of sharp points that can draw out stuff of plans..
    They, the pencils like to travel by electric bike.
    Helps keep Earth cool too..
    Your friend, Dale..

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    1. Liralen LiOctober 25, 2012 at 5:04 PM

      *beams* Yes!! They are quite powerful, indeed.

      Thank you for the reminder!
      Liralen

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