By Cat Robson -- Dorothy Parker once excused herself for missing a deadline by telling her editor "Someone else was using the pencil." I see that pencil, Dotty, and raise you a set of Berol Prismacolor pencils missing flesh tone, a floaty pen with hula dancer and palm trees that says "Our Honeymoon, December 5, 1941," a rubber stamp alphabet, a Waterman pen that I dropped in a daiquiri that doesn't work, and a tiny red pencil from a bowling alley, all inexplicably in use.