in the fork box.
Just so you know.
Thursday, May 31, 2007
Tuesday, May 29, 2007
Sunday, May 27, 2007
Memorial day thoughts
It occurred to me that were the fork box not an office fork box the fork levels might be imperiled this weekend, as memorial day celebrations generally require the use of plastic forks in large quantities.
As it is, however, the forks are safely tucked away in an academic office where they will not be available to those who would deplete the precious fork resource.
Whew! Lucky.
As it is, however, the forks are safely tucked away in an academic office where they will not be available to those who would deplete the precious fork resource.
Whew! Lucky.
Friday, May 25, 2007
Tuesday, May 22, 2007
Friday, May 18, 2007
Breach of fork security
Another fork has been taken, I won't say by whom, as the box was left open in a display of callous disregard for the security of the forks.
Fork levels are still high.
Fork levels are still high.
Thursday, May 17, 2007
-1
- 1 fork for my lunch today.
Are we at 598? I don't know if Rosemary has used one already, otherwise we're at 597. Maybe we should hire a workstudy to count them for us.
Are we at 598? I don't know if Rosemary has used one already, otherwise we're at 597. Maybe we should hire a workstudy to count them for us.
Another good fork day coming up
I have a feeling that today will bring the setting of some sort of local fork usage record.
This shouldn't be hard as the previous high was 1 fork.
Come on guys, we can do it!
This shouldn't be hard as the previous high was 1 fork.
Come on guys, we can do it!
Wednesday, May 16, 2007
Breaking News!
The fork box has been opened and one fork has been used.
First Impressions:
1. Forks were arranged nicely in box. Not too much shuffling occurred.
2. Fork quality is medium to medium/high - a little too much flexibility of the prongs, but a good solid base.
3. The forks are all white, four-pronged, with a v-shaped pattern along the spine. They are not clear, or as is sometimes the case, black.
First Impressions:
1. Forks were arranged nicely in box. Not too much shuffling occurred.
2. Fork quality is medium to medium/high - a little too much flexibility of the prongs, but a good solid base.
3. The forks are all white, four-pronged, with a v-shaped pattern along the spine. They are not clear, or as is sometimes the case, black.
Tuesday, May 15, 2007
Sporkie Song
If anyone wants to sing the Spork song, you can listen to the original and substitute Bruce's words throughout here: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gm61wCqtMNc
Monday, May 14, 2007
Re: Do They Count?
I think the rules should be as follows: In the course of regular usage the "Fork Level" can rise and fall (mostly fall, except at punctuated moments of bounty, i.e trips to Sam's Club). However the fork level cannot, I think, exceed the capacity of the box, which is 600. Thus, until the fork box has been opened and some number of forks has been used the new forks cannot count.
After the box is opened and even one fork has been used, even if the number of new forks exceeds the number of used forks, the new forks shall still count, as we will accept the principle of 600 forks maximum as a general heuristic. If the box has not been opened however, the rules of consumer rights and truth in advertising dictate that there be exactly 600 forks.
That is all.
After the box is opened and even one fork has been used, even if the number of new forks exceeds the number of used forks, the new forks shall still count, as we will accept the principle of 600 forks maximum as a general heuristic. If the box has not been opened however, the rules of consumer rights and truth in advertising dictate that there be exactly 600 forks.
That is all.
the name!
The name of this blog is too long. Even Fork Blog is too long. I think we should just call it the FLOG. Of course, my naming preferences keep falling by the wayside and this is bound to become "I heart forks" or something silly like that.
Are we really doing this?
Are we seriously having a blog for our fork consumption? I will go ahead and say this will be my first and only contribution to the blog, although I plan to use the forks regularly :)
Important Notice
The fork box has not yet been opened. Though there are perforated lines indicating how to open the box properly, my recollection is that this is not trivial, particularly if one desires a box that nicely opens and closes. If anyone has any expertise in this area, please notify the fork manager.
What about sporks?
I have to admit I have special fondness for sporks. What does everyone else think?
I once composed a song about sporks with a few friends. It's to the tune of an old song that might be before your time.
_SPORKIE_
(To the tune of "Brandy")
There's a sailor, in a coastal town
He's unhappy and he wears a frown
He's got a spoon and he's got a fork
But he'd rather have his spork
Sailor says Sporkie, you're a fine spoon
But a good fork you'll never be
But you're still my favorite utensil, out at sea
There's a meal that he wants to eat
He wants to scoop some soup and jab some meat
There's a tool that'll set him free
And Sporkie is her name
Sailor says Sporkie, you're a fine spoon
And a good fork you would be
If your tines were a little bit longer, and more than three
All the sailors get together to brag
About their eating utensils and their seaman's bag
But this one sailor, ridicules their forks
And talks about his Spork
Sailor says Sporkie, you're a fine spoon
But a good fork you'll never be
But you're still my favorite utensil, on the sea
Stranded on a desert isle
He's got his spork so he still wears a smile
When the cannibals try to eat him up
He kills them with his spork
Sailor says Sporkie, you're a fine spoon
But a bad fork you do be
And an even more lousy ladle and slicer of cheese
Out at night on a stormy day
The wind is high and there's hell to pay
Another sailor washes overboard
But he dives in after his spork
Sailor says Sporkie, you're a fine spoon
But a good fork you'll never be
But you're still my favorite utensil, out at sea
Well he's lying in a watery grave
But his spork he did manage to save
Now he cradles her in his arms
And keeps her safe from harm
Sailor says Sporkie, you're a fine spoon
But a good fork you'll never be
But you're still my favorite utensil, under the sea
In the end, when he was old and gray
Thinkin' 'bout the ones that got away
A hundred ladies, a hundred ports
But he always had his spork
Sailor says Sporkie, you're a fine spoon
But a good fork you'll never be
But you're still my favorite utensil, under the sea
I once composed a song about sporks with a few friends. It's to the tune of an old song that might be before your time.
_SPORKIE_
(To the tune of "Brandy")
There's a sailor, in a coastal town
He's unhappy and he wears a frown
He's got a spoon and he's got a fork
But he'd rather have his spork
Sailor says Sporkie, you're a fine spoon
But a good fork you'll never be
But you're still my favorite utensil, out at sea
There's a meal that he wants to eat
He wants to scoop some soup and jab some meat
There's a tool that'll set him free
And Sporkie is her name
Sailor says Sporkie, you're a fine spoon
And a good fork you would be
If your tines were a little bit longer, and more than three
All the sailors get together to brag
About their eating utensils and their seaman's bag
But this one sailor, ridicules their forks
And talks about his Spork
Sailor says Sporkie, you're a fine spoon
But a good fork you'll never be
But you're still my favorite utensil, on the sea
Stranded on a desert isle
He's got his spork so he still wears a smile
When the cannibals try to eat him up
He kills them with his spork
Sailor says Sporkie, you're a fine spoon
But a bad fork you do be
And an even more lousy ladle and slicer of cheese
Out at night on a stormy day
The wind is high and there's hell to pay
Another sailor washes overboard
But he dives in after his spork
Sailor says Sporkie, you're a fine spoon
But a good fork you'll never be
But you're still my favorite utensil, out at sea
Well he's lying in a watery grave
But his spork he did manage to save
Now he cradles her in his arms
And keeps her safe from harm
Sailor says Sporkie, you're a fine spoon
But a good fork you'll never be
But you're still my favorite utensil, under the sea
In the end, when he was old and gray
Thinkin' 'bout the ones that got away
A hundred ladies, a hundred ports
But he always had his spork
Sailor says Sporkie, you're a fine spoon
But a good fork you'll never be
But you're still my favorite utensil, under the sea
Fork Location
For security purposes the forks are currently located in Room 318. Does anyone have a better location to suggest?
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