Back in high school, a friend tried to make a metal spork of their own in the 3-D art class we were taking (better known as my excuse to fondle a 4-harness Leclerc for a year without a purchase commitment) with no dice.

If I was in a different place financially, I'd buy titanium sporks for everyone.

(Dang, this is almost as cool as the runcible spoon I posted about awhile back. That post gets more props for now because it's where I met clemidia. *swoons* I wuv you, Auntie Wendy!)