Seahorses

I have a friend who speaks English as a third or fourth language. He speaks very well, but on rare occasions he makes mistakes which can be hilarious, like in this story:

I was sitting at home, doing something on the computer. It was a hot day and I hadn't opened the window. He came in, clapped me on the back, and said, "It smells like seahorses in here!" I had no idea what he meant. He was as confused as I was that I didn't get it. We tried to figure out what me meant, then gave up.

Hours later, at dinner or something, he suddenly looked up from his phone and declared "OH! I meant hippopotamus!" He had recently been to the zoo and was trying to tell me I smelled bad.

So now, the gym is the seahorse workshop. Concert halls with smelly fans are seahorse castles. Smelly locations in general can be termed seahorse palaces.

Never eat a seahorse with a spork.

Seahorses are our friends. Never eat a seahorse with a spork.

Man With Fork Bracelet

I saw a guy with a fork bent into a bracelet. It was pretty awesome. I did, however, inform him that it would've been cooler if it were a spork. He had no choice but to agree.

Is the heresy of the fork better or worse than oblivious disregard for the power of utensils?

Spork Poetry

The Spork, true beauty,
the tines, the bowl, the long stem
life now is complete

Source: http://www.sonic.net/~ian/Spork/spork.poems.html

Product Review: Wii

I've had a Nintendo Wii for just over a week now, and I like it. It works well, it's fun, and it has cool features.