Yes,'tis The Onion, Second to Fox, it's been voted the best source of screwed up news on the planet!
Gadget's gone wild report: For those men in your life who have an obsession with tools inside of knives, there is this beauty.
I forgot to say, be sure to read the product reviews.
It's time for bed, and I have a very small report on Spiral Road which is proving a trial to read. I decided that, if I could forgive Ayn Rand her pages of brutal ignorance, I could forgive Jan de Hartog his. Otherwise the book is so incredibly well written, you won't meet anything like it in a thousand years for brilliant story telling. Even when you don't understand why they act the way they do, you are entertained by every character in the book. The descriptive narrative,though terse, is spell binding. He puts his reader right into that jungle with his characters.
Well good day. Have a happy Saturday. I'll probably go pull up some winter weeds. Or just knit. My knee needs the rest.
I have to tell you about the Holy Hopjes because it came up earlier in an answer to a comment - one about the moon, and some discoveries recently made about the same. A Hopje is a candy from Denmark, a coffee flavored candy and very good.
Well, one year the family took an excursion to Salvang, that little Danish Village in the Santa Inez Mountains in the midlands of California. There we came across this candy. Later on, in a fit of pique over some ridiculous restrictions at some upstart Christian church we had attended for a couple of weeks, after succumbing to the gentle and kindly pamphlet toting school Marms on our porch, and being thoroughly wetted in their baptism ceremony, one evening in the Bay, we found that women were not allowed to speak in said Church when there was a discussion of the Holy Writ! After giving good arguments about the words spoken in favor of women asking questions in holy gatherings by Christ himself, and adding that we'd never heard of such a Medieval Ritual in a modern church, my sister and I gave up and gathered our skirts and exited, shaking the dust of their carpets off our sandals, so to speak.
We had the Hopjes; we had suffered the insult. We started our own church. Saturday was our Holy Day, and we two sat in a circle with the little daughters and the DH, and passed the blessed candies. These small sweet things were to remind us that life was precious and sweet, and the candies were each Blessed by whomever had gotten them out of the box we kept them in. We called ourselves the Church the Holy Hopjes, Religion of Joy. This lasted until I found a Quaker Meeting House close enough for us to start there. I think it was sort of a preparation for being fully Quaker.
Well Good night, and sweet dreams! Travel well, my friends.