Imponderable mystery of the weekend....
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El Corazon wrote:
Broke my right arm in seven places prior to starting school for my first year.
Not a good start to puberty ;P
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leppie wrote:
Not a good start to puberty
Better than having braces applied.
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Oakman wrote:
Better than having braces applied.
that WAS 6th grade, and glasses for the double whammy. I learned to hate girls for a long time in school, then I just shifted it over to cheerleaders so that I could have some enjoyment in life. ;P
_________________________ Asu no koto o ieba, tenjo de nezumi ga warau. Talk about things of tomorrow and the mice in the ceiling laugh. (Japanese Proverb) John Andrew Holmes "It is well to remember that the entire universe, with one trifling exception, is composed of others."
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leppie wrote:
Not a good start to puberty
Better than having braces applied.
Jon Smith & Wesson: The original point and click interface
Oakman wrote:
Better than having braces applied.
I wouldn't know. I never had them, nor ever broke my arm :)
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El Corazon wrote:
Broke my right arm in seven places prior to starting school for my first year.
Not a good start to puberty ;P
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((lambda (x) `((lambda (x) ,x) ',x)) '`((lambda (x) ,x) ',x))leppie wrote:
Not a good start to puberty
I may have relatives from Roswell, but there is not enough extra-terrestrial DNA in the world that could get a 5 year old into puberty. ;P ;P Of course this is the radiation state.... uranium mining, Trinity, Los Alamos.... hey, maybe! ;P
_________________________ Asu no koto o ieba, tenjo de nezumi ga warau. Talk about things of tomorrow and the mice in the ceiling laugh. (Japanese Proverb) John Andrew Holmes "It is well to remember that the entire universe, with one trifling exception, is composed of others."
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We were discussing my eating habits at the dinner table. No... not throwing food or grabbing the wrong fork (hey, I don't eat fancy enough to have two forks -- but I know how to use the full range of silverware because of DC functions every few years). When eating steak, I use the fork with my left, and a knife with my right (I am right handed) and never do the shift-about with the fork to eat. I simply use both hands. I have often wondered, where in the heck I picked up this odd custom. No one in my family does it, neither of my exes did this, no one as far back as memory allows ever did this. Yet somehow I managed to pick it up and stick with it. Oddly enough, if there is no knife, nothing to cut, I eat with my right hand. Go figure.... I know in functions my bosses were both left handed, so when caught between them, I would simply switch hands to match them. So perhaps the reason is simply because I am partially ambidexterous... and no, not ambidexterous naturally. I was taught that way via a childhood accident. Broke my right arm in seven places prior to starting school for my first year. I had to write my first 6 months of school with my left hand, and then because I "was" right handed, then I had to be "corrected" back into writing "properly" with my right hand. :rolleyes: So do I blame my early school for my eating habits as well? or chalk it up to one of those crazy things that no one can explain? :) hey it is a Monday, I had nothing much to say, and needed a distraction from work. :) give me a break okay? ;P :-D
_________________________ Asu no koto o ieba, tenjo de nezumi ga warau. Talk about things of tomorrow and the mice in the ceiling laugh. (Japanese Proverb) John Andrew Holmes "It is well to remember that the entire universe, with one trifling exception, is composed of others."
I hold the steak with the fork in my left hand, cut with the knife in my right, stab each piece with the knife and transfer it to my mouth on the point while using the fork in my left to grab some potatoes. Eating is serious business, no time for the inefficiencies involved in moving utensils between hands...
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You're right. These facts that you've laid out totally contradict the wild ramblings that I pulled off the back of cornflakes packets.
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Oakman wrote:
Better than having braces applied.
I wouldn't know. I never had them, nor ever broke my arm :)
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((lambda (x) `((lambda (x) ,x) ',x)) '`((lambda (x) ,x) ',x))leppie wrote:
nor ever broke my arm
so you missed all the fun of being 15 with a broken left wrist for 2years or more and never knowing it? They didn't discover it until my brother pulled my hand away from my arm a short distance and let it snap back. My mother lost her cool about then... I tried to tell her it was like that normally and pulled it away and snapped it back several times... but for some strange reason that only seemed to increase her anxiety. :-D :-D
_________________________ Asu no koto o ieba, tenjo de nezumi ga warau. Talk about things of tomorrow and the mice in the ceiling laugh. (Japanese Proverb) John Andrew Holmes "It is well to remember that the entire universe, with one trifling exception, is composed of others."
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We were discussing my eating habits at the dinner table. No... not throwing food or grabbing the wrong fork (hey, I don't eat fancy enough to have two forks -- but I know how to use the full range of silverware because of DC functions every few years). When eating steak, I use the fork with my left, and a knife with my right (I am right handed) and never do the shift-about with the fork to eat. I simply use both hands. I have often wondered, where in the heck I picked up this odd custom. No one in my family does it, neither of my exes did this, no one as far back as memory allows ever did this. Yet somehow I managed to pick it up and stick with it. Oddly enough, if there is no knife, nothing to cut, I eat with my right hand. Go figure.... I know in functions my bosses were both left handed, so when caught between them, I would simply switch hands to match them. So perhaps the reason is simply because I am partially ambidexterous... and no, not ambidexterous naturally. I was taught that way via a childhood accident. Broke my right arm in seven places prior to starting school for my first year. I had to write my first 6 months of school with my left hand, and then because I "was" right handed, then I had to be "corrected" back into writing "properly" with my right hand. :rolleyes: So do I blame my early school for my eating habits as well? or chalk it up to one of those crazy things that no one can explain? :) hey it is a Monday, I had nothing much to say, and needed a distraction from work. :) give me a break okay? ;P :-D
_________________________ Asu no koto o ieba, tenjo de nezumi ga warau. Talk about things of tomorrow and the mice in the ceiling laugh. (Japanese Proverb) John Andrew Holmes "It is well to remember that the entire universe, with one trifling exception, is composed of others."
I will use the fork with either hand and drink with either hand. Both are a little more difficult with the left hand but not really not that big of a deal.
John
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We were discussing my eating habits at the dinner table. No... not throwing food or grabbing the wrong fork (hey, I don't eat fancy enough to have two forks -- but I know how to use the full range of silverware because of DC functions every few years). When eating steak, I use the fork with my left, and a knife with my right (I am right handed) and never do the shift-about with the fork to eat. I simply use both hands. I have often wondered, where in the heck I picked up this odd custom. No one in my family does it, neither of my exes did this, no one as far back as memory allows ever did this. Yet somehow I managed to pick it up and stick with it. Oddly enough, if there is no knife, nothing to cut, I eat with my right hand. Go figure.... I know in functions my bosses were both left handed, so when caught between them, I would simply switch hands to match them. So perhaps the reason is simply because I am partially ambidexterous... and no, not ambidexterous naturally. I was taught that way via a childhood accident. Broke my right arm in seven places prior to starting school for my first year. I had to write my first 6 months of school with my left hand, and then because I "was" right handed, then I had to be "corrected" back into writing "properly" with my right hand. :rolleyes: So do I blame my early school for my eating habits as well? or chalk it up to one of those crazy things that no one can explain? :) hey it is a Monday, I had nothing much to say, and needed a distraction from work. :) give me a break okay? ;P :-D
_________________________ Asu no koto o ieba, tenjo de nezumi ga warau. Talk about things of tomorrow and the mice in the ceiling laugh. (Japanese Proverb) John Andrew Holmes "It is well to remember that the entire universe, with one trifling exception, is composed of others."
We (and by 'we' I mean the rest of the civilised world) have always employed this method of transferring pieces of cut or loose food from plate to mouth. In fact the Yankee way is somewhat comedic in nature and terribly inneficient. I mean, what does one do with the knife whilst awkwardly transfering fork from hand to hand? No, far better to cut with the sharp, pointy thingy and use the fork thingy with the tines to transport food directly to your mouth leaving the knife in the hand it started in. I mean, really, where the hell did that shimmy-shammy come from?
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We (and by 'we' I mean the rest of the civilised world) have always employed this method of transferring pieces of cut or loose food from plate to mouth. In fact the Yankee way is somewhat comedic in nature and terribly inneficient. I mean, what does one do with the knife whilst awkwardly transfering fork from hand to hand? No, far better to cut with the sharp, pointy thingy and use the fork thingy with the tines to transport food directly to your mouth leaving the knife in the hand it started in. I mean, really, where the hell did that shimmy-shammy come from?
digital man wrote:
where the hell did that shimmy-shammy come from?
i have heard it called the yankee shuffle before, but to ask where it came from would create just the same imponderable as where it went with me. I am stuck in probably the most backward corner of the yankee west, and somehow I managed to pick up a habit no one in the region has? :) hey, maybe I have more Roswell blood than I thought.... ;P
_________________________ Asu no koto o ieba, tenjo de nezumi ga warau. Talk about things of tomorrow and the mice in the ceiling laugh. (Japanese Proverb) John Andrew Holmes "It is well to remember that the entire universe, with one trifling exception, is composed of others."
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We were discussing my eating habits at the dinner table. No... not throwing food or grabbing the wrong fork (hey, I don't eat fancy enough to have two forks -- but I know how to use the full range of silverware because of DC functions every few years). When eating steak, I use the fork with my left, and a knife with my right (I am right handed) and never do the shift-about with the fork to eat. I simply use both hands. I have often wondered, where in the heck I picked up this odd custom. No one in my family does it, neither of my exes did this, no one as far back as memory allows ever did this. Yet somehow I managed to pick it up and stick with it. Oddly enough, if there is no knife, nothing to cut, I eat with my right hand. Go figure.... I know in functions my bosses were both left handed, so when caught between them, I would simply switch hands to match them. So perhaps the reason is simply because I am partially ambidexterous... and no, not ambidexterous naturally. I was taught that way via a childhood accident. Broke my right arm in seven places prior to starting school for my first year. I had to write my first 6 months of school with my left hand, and then because I "was" right handed, then I had to be "corrected" back into writing "properly" with my right hand. :rolleyes: So do I blame my early school for my eating habits as well? or chalk it up to one of those crazy things that no one can explain? :) hey it is a Monday, I had nothing much to say, and needed a distraction from work. :) give me a break okay? ;P :-D
_________________________ Asu no koto o ieba, tenjo de nezumi ga warau. Talk about things of tomorrow and the mice in the ceiling laugh. (Japanese Proverb) John Andrew Holmes "It is well to remember that the entire universe, with one trifling exception, is composed of others."
Maybe it's a New Mexico thing? I do it the same way, fork in the right hand with no knife, or knife in the right hand/fork in the left hand. Maybe it's one of those silly things we made up just to piss off the Brits (like driving on the right side of the road)?
Imagine that you are hired to build a bridge over a river which gets slightly wider every day; sometimes it shrinks but nobody can predict when. Your client provides no concrete or steel, only timber and cut stone (but they won't tell you what kind). The coefficient of gravity changes randomly from hour to hour, as does the viscosity of air. Your only tools are a hacksaw, a chainsaw, a rubber mallet, and a length of rope. Welcome to my world. -Me explaining my job to an engineer
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We were discussing my eating habits at the dinner table. No... not throwing food or grabbing the wrong fork (hey, I don't eat fancy enough to have two forks -- but I know how to use the full range of silverware because of DC functions every few years). When eating steak, I use the fork with my left, and a knife with my right (I am right handed) and never do the shift-about with the fork to eat. I simply use both hands. I have often wondered, where in the heck I picked up this odd custom. No one in my family does it, neither of my exes did this, no one as far back as memory allows ever did this. Yet somehow I managed to pick it up and stick with it. Oddly enough, if there is no knife, nothing to cut, I eat with my right hand. Go figure.... I know in functions my bosses were both left handed, so when caught between them, I would simply switch hands to match them. So perhaps the reason is simply because I am partially ambidexterous... and no, not ambidexterous naturally. I was taught that way via a childhood accident. Broke my right arm in seven places prior to starting school for my first year. I had to write my first 6 months of school with my left hand, and then because I "was" right handed, then I had to be "corrected" back into writing "properly" with my right hand. :rolleyes: So do I blame my early school for my eating habits as well? or chalk it up to one of those crazy things that no one can explain? :) hey it is a Monday, I had nothing much to say, and needed a distraction from work. :) give me a break okay? ;P :-D
_________________________ Asu no koto o ieba, tenjo de nezumi ga warau. Talk about things of tomorrow and the mice in the ceiling laugh. (Japanese Proverb) John Andrew Holmes "It is well to remember that the entire universe, with one trifling exception, is composed of others."
This is no fault of your own, nor that of any of your current family, friends, CPains, ex-lovers, School officials and/or bullies, or other persons from this day-and-age. This is, in fact, a learned behavior from our ancestors, the cave man. You see, back then, spending too much time eating your fresh kill, could put a life in danger; mainly, that of the cave person eating. Once blood was spilled, it was only a matter of time before far more dangerous animals would find their way to the kill. Cave men had to eat quickly and get the heck outta there, so they would not become the next steak sandwich. Therefore, they learned to use their left hand to pick-up the meat they cut, while using the right to cut the meat. If it were allowed, you'd probably just pick up the steak with both hands and eat it, but that's generally frowned upon by restaurants, girl-friends and wives; this was no different back then, and an upset women would often use a rock on the head of her mate, to display her disgust, which meant getting eaten by a lion, if you failed to regain conscious quickly enough. Today, they use their purse, which is generally about 500lbs heavier than most rocks. So you see, yours is just an inherited behavior from your cave man ancestors; there's nothing you can do about, but embrace it. Hope that helps! Ugh Glunk *urp* [pounds fist on chest]
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This is no fault of your own, nor that of any of your current family, friends, CPains, ex-lovers, School officials and/or bullies, or other persons from this day-and-age. This is, in fact, a learned behavior from our ancestors, the cave man. You see, back then, spending too much time eating your fresh kill, could put a life in danger; mainly, that of the cave person eating. Once blood was spilled, it was only a matter of time before far more dangerous animals would find their way to the kill. Cave men had to eat quickly and get the heck outta there, so they would not become the next steak sandwich. Therefore, they learned to use their left hand to pick-up the meat they cut, while using the right to cut the meat. If it were allowed, you'd probably just pick up the steak with both hands and eat it, but that's generally frowned upon by restaurants, girl-friends and wives; this was no different back then, and an upset women would often use a rock on the head of her mate, to display her disgust, which meant getting eaten by a lion, if you failed to regain conscious quickly enough. Today, they use their purse, which is generally about 500lbs heavier than most rocks. So you see, yours is just an inherited behavior from your cave man ancestors; there's nothing you can do about, but embrace it. Hope that helps! Ugh Glunk *urp* [pounds fist on chest]
Douglas Troy wrote:
Ugh Glunk *urp* [pounds fist on chest]
ung uk ugh! [formal translation: Thanks for that clear and precise historical information][litteral translation: thanks for thought, pass beer]
_________________________ Asu no koto o ieba, tenjo de nezumi ga warau. Talk about things of tomorrow and the mice in the ceiling laugh. (Japanese Proverb) John Andrew Holmes "It is well to remember that the entire universe, with one trifling exception, is composed of others."
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I hold the steak with the fork in my left hand, cut with the knife in my right, stab each piece with the knife and transfer it to my mouth on the point while using the fork in my left to grab some potatoes. Eating is serious business, no time for the inefficiencies involved in moving utensils between hands...
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You're right. These facts that you've laid out totally contradict the wild ramblings that I pulled off the back of cornflakes packets.
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We were discussing my eating habits at the dinner table. No... not throwing food or grabbing the wrong fork (hey, I don't eat fancy enough to have two forks -- but I know how to use the full range of silverware because of DC functions every few years). When eating steak, I use the fork with my left, and a knife with my right (I am right handed) and never do the shift-about with the fork to eat. I simply use both hands. I have often wondered, where in the heck I picked up this odd custom. No one in my family does it, neither of my exes did this, no one as far back as memory allows ever did this. Yet somehow I managed to pick it up and stick with it. Oddly enough, if there is no knife, nothing to cut, I eat with my right hand. Go figure.... I know in functions my bosses were both left handed, so when caught between them, I would simply switch hands to match them. So perhaps the reason is simply because I am partially ambidexterous... and no, not ambidexterous naturally. I was taught that way via a childhood accident. Broke my right arm in seven places prior to starting school for my first year. I had to write my first 6 months of school with my left hand, and then because I "was" right handed, then I had to be "corrected" back into writing "properly" with my right hand. :rolleyes: So do I blame my early school for my eating habits as well? or chalk it up to one of those crazy things that no one can explain? :) hey it is a Monday, I had nothing much to say, and needed a distraction from work. :) give me a break okay? ;P :-D
_________________________ Asu no koto o ieba, tenjo de nezumi ga warau. Talk about things of tomorrow and the mice in the ceiling laugh. (Japanese Proverb) John Andrew Holmes "It is well to remember that the entire universe, with one trifling exception, is composed of others."
Custom dictates that you hold the fork with the left and the knife with the right. If you're putting food in your mouth and the fork is upside down (think beef), then the fork stays in the left hand. If, however, you need to put rice or mashed potatoes in your mouth, then you switch sides and use the knife to scoop. The major utensil always stays in the right. Cutting > scooping > plopping. :)
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We were discussing my eating habits at the dinner table. No... not throwing food or grabbing the wrong fork (hey, I don't eat fancy enough to have two forks -- but I know how to use the full range of silverware because of DC functions every few years). When eating steak, I use the fork with my left, and a knife with my right (I am right handed) and never do the shift-about with the fork to eat. I simply use both hands. I have often wondered, where in the heck I picked up this odd custom. No one in my family does it, neither of my exes did this, no one as far back as memory allows ever did this. Yet somehow I managed to pick it up and stick with it. Oddly enough, if there is no knife, nothing to cut, I eat with my right hand. Go figure.... I know in functions my bosses were both left handed, so when caught between them, I would simply switch hands to match them. So perhaps the reason is simply because I am partially ambidexterous... and no, not ambidexterous naturally. I was taught that way via a childhood accident. Broke my right arm in seven places prior to starting school for my first year. I had to write my first 6 months of school with my left hand, and then because I "was" right handed, then I had to be "corrected" back into writing "properly" with my right hand. :rolleyes: So do I blame my early school for my eating habits as well? or chalk it up to one of those crazy things that no one can explain? :) hey it is a Monday, I had nothing much to say, and needed a distraction from work. :) give me a break okay? ;P :-D
_________________________ Asu no koto o ieba, tenjo de nezumi ga warau. Talk about things of tomorrow and the mice in the ceiling laugh. (Japanese Proverb) John Andrew Holmes "It is well to remember that the entire universe, with one trifling exception, is composed of others."
El Corazon wrote:
When eating steak, I use the fork with my left, and a knife with my right (I am right handed) and never do the shift-about with the fork to eat. I simply use both hands.
Hmm, that's the way everyone I know eats. I can't imagine doing it any other way. Cheers, Drew.
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We (and by 'we' I mean the rest of the civilised world) have always employed this method of transferring pieces of cut or loose food from plate to mouth. In fact the Yankee way is somewhat comedic in nature and terribly inneficient. I mean, what does one do with the knife whilst awkwardly transfering fork from hand to hand? No, far better to cut with the sharp, pointy thingy and use the fork thingy with the tines to transport food directly to your mouth leaving the knife in the hand it started in. I mean, really, where the hell did that shimmy-shammy come from?
digital man wrote:
I mean, really, where the hell did that shimmy-shammy come from?
The purpose is to keep one hand free for grabbing a gun.
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We were discussing my eating habits at the dinner table. No... not throwing food or grabbing the wrong fork (hey, I don't eat fancy enough to have two forks -- but I know how to use the full range of silverware because of DC functions every few years). When eating steak, I use the fork with my left, and a knife with my right (I am right handed) and never do the shift-about with the fork to eat. I simply use both hands. I have often wondered, where in the heck I picked up this odd custom. No one in my family does it, neither of my exes did this, no one as far back as memory allows ever did this. Yet somehow I managed to pick it up and stick with it. Oddly enough, if there is no knife, nothing to cut, I eat with my right hand. Go figure.... I know in functions my bosses were both left handed, so when caught between them, I would simply switch hands to match them. So perhaps the reason is simply because I am partially ambidexterous... and no, not ambidexterous naturally. I was taught that way via a childhood accident. Broke my right arm in seven places prior to starting school for my first year. I had to write my first 6 months of school with my left hand, and then because I "was" right handed, then I had to be "corrected" back into writing "properly" with my right hand. :rolleyes: So do I blame my early school for my eating habits as well? or chalk it up to one of those crazy things that no one can explain? :) hey it is a Monday, I had nothing much to say, and needed a distraction from work. :) give me a break okay? ;P :-D
_________________________ Asu no koto o ieba, tenjo de nezumi ga warau. Talk about things of tomorrow and the mice in the ceiling laugh. (Japanese Proverb) John Andrew Holmes "It is well to remember that the entire universe, with one trifling exception, is composed of others."
El Corazon wrote:
When eating steak, I use the fork with my left, and a knife with my right (I am right handed) and never do the shift-about with the fork to eat. I simply use both hands.
El Corazon wrote:
So perhaps the reason is simply because I am partially ambidexterous...
I eat the same way you do. Hold fork left, cut knife right, lift food to mouth with fork in left hand. I am right handed, but there are a number of tasks I can do much, much better with my left hand, for no other reason than I've been doing it that way for so long that my left hand is used to it (muscle memory) and it feels downright alien to switch hands. I think most people are partially ambidextrous, they just don't realize it. Handedness, while hard-wired during pregnancy, is still just a set of patterns in the brain that can be replicated for the other hand.
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We were discussing my eating habits at the dinner table. No... not throwing food or grabbing the wrong fork (hey, I don't eat fancy enough to have two forks -- but I know how to use the full range of silverware because of DC functions every few years). When eating steak, I use the fork with my left, and a knife with my right (I am right handed) and never do the shift-about with the fork to eat. I simply use both hands. I have often wondered, where in the heck I picked up this odd custom. No one in my family does it, neither of my exes did this, no one as far back as memory allows ever did this. Yet somehow I managed to pick it up and stick with it. Oddly enough, if there is no knife, nothing to cut, I eat with my right hand. Go figure.... I know in functions my bosses were both left handed, so when caught between them, I would simply switch hands to match them. So perhaps the reason is simply because I am partially ambidexterous... and no, not ambidexterous naturally. I was taught that way via a childhood accident. Broke my right arm in seven places prior to starting school for my first year. I had to write my first 6 months of school with my left hand, and then because I "was" right handed, then I had to be "corrected" back into writing "properly" with my right hand. :rolleyes: So do I blame my early school for my eating habits as well? or chalk it up to one of those crazy things that no one can explain? :) hey it is a Monday, I had nothing much to say, and needed a distraction from work. :) give me a break okay? ;P :-D
_________________________ Asu no koto o ieba, tenjo de nezumi ga warau. Talk about things of tomorrow and the mice in the ceiling laugh. (Japanese Proverb) John Andrew Holmes "It is well to remember that the entire universe, with one trifling exception, is composed of others."
OK, Nobody uses the knife in their left hand? I'm right-handed, and the fork stays in the right hand. If I need to cut, the knife goes in the left hand and cuts. Bonus: The knife in the left hand is also spectacular at bull-dozing various other items onto the fork-as-scoop.
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OK, Nobody uses the knife in their left hand? I'm right-handed, and the fork stays in the right hand. If I need to cut, the knife goes in the left hand and cuts. Bonus: The knife in the left hand is also spectacular at bull-dozing various other items onto the fork-as-scoop.
I'm a lefty, the fork generally stays in the left hand unless the food's being difficult to cut; in which case unless the sides are messy the fork stays in the right.
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We were discussing my eating habits at the dinner table. No... not throwing food or grabbing the wrong fork (hey, I don't eat fancy enough to have two forks -- but I know how to use the full range of silverware because of DC functions every few years). When eating steak, I use the fork with my left, and a knife with my right (I am right handed) and never do the shift-about with the fork to eat. I simply use both hands. I have often wondered, where in the heck I picked up this odd custom. No one in my family does it, neither of my exes did this, no one as far back as memory allows ever did this. Yet somehow I managed to pick it up and stick with it. Oddly enough, if there is no knife, nothing to cut, I eat with my right hand. Go figure.... I know in functions my bosses were both left handed, so when caught between them, I would simply switch hands to match them. So perhaps the reason is simply because I am partially ambidexterous... and no, not ambidexterous naturally. I was taught that way via a childhood accident. Broke my right arm in seven places prior to starting school for my first year. I had to write my first 6 months of school with my left hand, and then because I "was" right handed, then I had to be "corrected" back into writing "properly" with my right hand. :rolleyes: So do I blame my early school for my eating habits as well? or chalk it up to one of those crazy things that no one can explain? :) hey it is a Monday, I had nothing much to say, and needed a distraction from work. :) give me a break okay? ;P :-D
_________________________ Asu no koto o ieba, tenjo de nezumi ga warau. Talk about things of tomorrow and the mice in the ceiling laugh. (Japanese Proverb) John Andrew Holmes "It is well to remember that the entire universe, with one trifling exception, is composed of others."
What is this "fork" device of which you speak?
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