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Please, I do advise for you to be sitting down while reading this article, we wouldn’t want you to faint from excitement. Alright, so it is not exactly a tech item, however, I knew that you would appreciate this as much as I do.
My lifelong dream has always been to own a metal spork (it’s funny because it’s true), but now I can go one step further and own a titanium spork. Looks like I won’t have to continue sneaking extra plastic ones out of Taco Bell.
Now, I know you must be thinking how could I, a mere mortal possibly get my hands on such a holy item? It’s quite simple, you can order it online and it is only $8.99. Cheap I know, but be careful we don’t want them finding out how desperate we are to get our hands on these puppies, they might raise the price.
The Titanium spork. [via Shiny Shiny]
Now that’s one gorgeous spork.
Looks like ThinkGeek is out of stock. I got one a Vargo TI Spork way back when, and it looks like the same model as ThinkGeek can be found here for a whopping 99cent savings. Or you could always go to your local REI.
nice find … :)
SPORK! SPORK! SPORK!
Well said.
Is this both a fork and a spoon? I like forks but I don’t like spoons, is this a product for me?
Please advise
thanks
Svea
SPORKALICIOUS!
So.
I just got up from my computer, after calling the RCMP, the credit bureau, the local police and the UK bank. I’m house-bound, waiting for return phone-calls. It’s a nice day in Vancouver. I want to be outside.
I’m tired of watching the same guys in the same sweaters strolling in the sun, taunting me with their casual freedom and horizontal stripes. So I go to the front door and open it, turning the bolt just to look out and feel a part of the world.
And there’s this brown UPS truck on the opposite corner, and an Asian man in a UPS suit walking up to my house. Good timing, I say. He smiles and offers me a brown package. I glance at it. Curious. From Utah. It’s for me, but I haven’t ordered anything since my (useless) solar panel in January.
I sign. He asks for my name. I tell him and walk back inside, shutting the door behind me. I don’t need it open because, really, what are the great outdoors in comparison to my confusion? And then I’m laughing, and if you saw me you’d be laughing too, because I’m delighted like a baby with a set of keys jingling in front of her nose.
SPORK! SPORK! SPORK!
A spork is a spork is a spork is a spork.