Titanium Spork

I recently found C.J. Redwine’s blog, The Last Word, which is laugh out loud funny, by the way.

And now I NEED a titanium spork. And it’s all her fault. I never knew they existed before.

Coincidentally, I had already written a spork into the future-earth novel I’m working on. I figure if they’re low on resources, why have both spoons and forks when you can combine ‘em into one uber useful, weird looking utensil.

I wonder if there’s a 12 step program for sudden spork cravings, or if I should just give in and get one.

Make that two – one for me and one for Dave.

Then we could have spork fights.

“My name is Inigo Montoya. You killed my father. Prepare to get your heart carved out with a spork.”

Yeah, that’s how it should have gone.