A thread going on right now made me think of this, and raise a question of my own sanity as well. It involves the peanut.
Peanut.
It's such a small word, so innocent sounding of any sinister implications. One would never suspect it of any subliminal influence on your powers of reason. Yet grown men have been known to crumble to the pull of the cult. Yet another purchase on the credit card to hide from the better half. Always yet another one to buy; a pearl one, or a stag one, or a... you get the picture.
I know I'm not the only one here to give in to the cult, if Thomason is lurking about perhaps he'll chime in. The question I wonder about is; why does the peanut have such a pull?
There's a bucketful of nice patterns to choose from, many are better suited for the everyday chores that pop up than a peanut. Barlow knives, pen's, small stockmen, serpintine jacks, sleeveboard jacks, medium toothpicks, small sak's that give you way more than just a cutting capability. But for some of us, the peanut has become more than a knife, an obsession. A love affair.
Even I know there are 'other' knives to carry, but sometimes I can't fight it. I'll ditch my sak of the day at home, and a peanut will go in my pocket. It's like there's a little devil sitting on my shoulder whispering; "Peanut, go with a peanut." And I do.
So, peanut lovers, what is the draw for you, what makes you one of the faithful?
Is it the looks, the cute small size but large cutting capability? or a faint whispering that you think you hear?
Or maybe somebody got a piece of your hair, and made strange incantations down a candle lit basement.
So, peanut lovers, why do you love the peanut so?
Peanut.
It's such a small word, so innocent sounding of any sinister implications. One would never suspect it of any subliminal influence on your powers of reason. Yet grown men have been known to crumble to the pull of the cult. Yet another purchase on the credit card to hide from the better half. Always yet another one to buy; a pearl one, or a stag one, or a... you get the picture.
I know I'm not the only one here to give in to the cult, if Thomason is lurking about perhaps he'll chime in. The question I wonder about is; why does the peanut have such a pull?

There's a bucketful of nice patterns to choose from, many are better suited for the everyday chores that pop up than a peanut. Barlow knives, pen's, small stockmen, serpintine jacks, sleeveboard jacks, medium toothpicks, small sak's that give you way more than just a cutting capability. But for some of us, the peanut has become more than a knife, an obsession. A love affair.
Even I know there are 'other' knives to carry, but sometimes I can't fight it. I'll ditch my sak of the day at home, and a peanut will go in my pocket. It's like there's a little devil sitting on my shoulder whispering; "Peanut, go with a peanut." And I do.
So, peanut lovers, what is the draw for you, what makes you one of the faithful?
Is it the looks, the cute small size but large cutting capability? or a faint whispering that you think you hear?
Or maybe somebody got a piece of your hair, and made strange incantations down a candle lit basement.

So, peanut lovers, why do you love the peanut so?