Practicing for my days at the NSA

Who knew knives could be such fun. I think a gallery showing is in order.

My only regret is to have been found without a spoon in my pocket. Does anyone remember when Ken stole the spoon? Does anyone from that era read this?

Hm, social capital lacking. That's what sucks about people. They move on, and leave you remembering things alone.

Or did I move on?