I just noticed that my utensil drawer is sorted in order of increasing aggression. On the far left, serving spoons. The benevolent, giving utensils whose only purpose is to dole out large helpings of food, at least the kinds which are best
reduced from stockpile to end-user quantities through the technique of "scooping". Moving one slot right, the normal spoons. Greedier and more pointy, and used by a kitchen predator to attack goopy or liquidy or just very soft types of prey.
Pan to the right another slot and we meet the forks. Intended to penetrate and hold food, preventing its sliding and squirping escape from certain consumption, the fork has multiple vicious tines that can pierce most forms of human-edible matter.
ON the right edge, we have the knives. Knives are so mean that humans sometimes use them to eat each other, or (more commonly) for killing one another. In the bottom compartment, we find the mutants and outcasts of flatware society, the extremely-sharp
but very short and bendy boning knives, and the fierce-edged grapfruit spoons. If we had oyster forks they'd go there too, with their freakishly absent center tines.
My favorite fork is the blue handled one. I think I will name it "Boba Fett".
Incidentally, there's no one named "Boba Fett" in Washington. What kind of state is this with no Boba Fett?
Back to work, incidentally.
I can do nothing. I don't like that --sleep
I'm trying to write a game again. The sensation I'm trying to capture is "hurtling". Sounds fun, right?
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