Exerpt from an e-conversation with Gord today:

Gord: [The movie Troy] will be good, I swear by my father’s blade!
Me: Uh, didn’t you burn your father’s blade in front of his house, when you were a kid?
Gord: Well, actually it was my blade. My father just supervised the correct method of burning a rune-coverd blade. At midnight. On Halloween. After all, if you had a thirteen-year-old son who wanted to trap a soul in a burning blade on the witching hour of all-hallows-eve, wouldn’t you want proper fire safety?