Wes Phillips

My problem with the Swiss Army Knife has always been that it was a pretty lousy knife—the steel used for blades was hard to sharpen and easy to dull. Back when you could still carry a knife when you traveled, I would carry the Tourist, which had a bottle opener, corkscrew, tweezers, toothpick, Phillips and flathead screwdrivers, and two useless blades.

Here, wash out your ears with "The Boogie Woogie Bugle Boy."

JA sends along this 2003 Blender article, urging everyone to take the test at the end.

Jessica Duchen says, "Christmas is coming, decisions are being made over whether to splash out on an organic turkey, and Handel's Messiah is being reheated for its annual outings. With its stirring choruses and memorable melodies, it's no wonder that Messiah is still everyone's seasonal favourite, especially when performed in a style allegedly appropriate to the mid-18th century. But just as consumers of supposedly organic food can be misled, so music-lovers, dazzled by displays of "superior" knowledge, often swallow assurances that they're hearing a historically correct performance when they manifestly aren't."

We need these.

MLB caskets and urns for the, ahem, die-hard fan.

I can't remember the last film review I read in Archeology. Traci Ardren, an AP at the University of Miami, who has studied classic Maya society for the 20 years, while living in Yucatan villages, has a different view of Mel Gibson's movie than the one you probably read in your local paper.