You've been studying fonts for years and if there were a Doctorate in fontography, you'd have magna-cum-lauded, for sure. You scoff at your aunt flo's use of comic-sans for her daughter's wedding invite. When Avatar came out, you were the only one in the theatre with heavily laden breath, enduring the eye-scorching pain of an altered Papyrus that would be much better fit for a Greek Gyros menu than a box-office sci-fi hit. We get you and you get us. We're the same type.
Today, my fine fonted friend, you get to stand tall with your x-height and show off your baseline, with a pin that will leave type nerds in type lust.