Today is my birthday.  I thought I might order something for myself, so I've been browsing Smokey Mountain Knife Works.  I ran across a glaive!

I'm not going to order it, I just thought it was funny.  They don't call it a glaive (they call it a very unimaginative "6-point rollerblade throwing star"), but anyone who remembers The Stupidest Fantasy Movie of All Time knows what I'm talking about.

Because if you have true love, you can shoot fire out of your index finger tip and kill giant demons, no problem.

As for what I'm going to order, I'm in the mood for something big and fixed-bladed, but not expensive, because I don't have that kind of money.  I kind of like this.

Lighter than usual because I keep going over preparations for the impending computer rejuvenation.  I plan on starting Saturday morning, or maybe Friday night.  I think I might download a couple more installation files today, so I won't have to go download them afterward.

Meanwhile, be sure and read Why We Do It at Shooting the Messenger:

But it's far easier to rally around a great man than to go it alone. There is no Ronald Reagan to follow to and past the gates of hell, no Washington or Jefferson to invigorate our spirits when the going gets tough. And that is where the Founders had it all over us. They were surrounded by other great men to share the load, and we, we have Julie Annie. This doesn't mean our battle is destined to end in failure and disgrace, but what it does mean is that each and every one of us must find some measure of the great man within so that the sum of the parts is equal to the task.