I love century gothic.  It's crisp.  Self aware.  And usually unavailable.  Like right now.
For my first words on this page, I am left at the mercy of verdana.  Wit is not it's aquaintance.  Neither is the sweet turn of phrase it's kin.  It's just a font! A series of dots and dashes ingloriously masquerading as MY 200 words per minute.  (Yes I type that fast).

Screw it. Thanks for the confetti n all.  Now let's write.