Friday, November 29, 2013


"To succeed in life, you need three things:
a wishbone, a backbone and a funnybone."

-- Reba McEntire

G.I. Joes with a wishbone 11-29-13

"As my mom used to say, 
'If wishes were horses, we'd be up to our eyeballs in shit.'"

-- Cat Adams, The Eldritch Conspiracy

"If I had one wish, it would be for self-drying pants.
Wait -- no! Unlimited wishes!
How do I return these stupid  pants?!"

-- Stephen Colbert

It's the day after Thanksgiving, so.

You know.

Time to pull the furcula.

Which means ...

Ding! Ding! Ding!

It's Latin terminology time here at A Face A Day.

Furcula is a Latin term meaning "little fork," in reference to the bone in chickens and turkeys that we commonly call the "wishbone."

Which means...

Ding! Ding! Ding!

It's time for a bird anatomy bonus round!

The furcula is formed by the fusion of the two clavicles, and is supposedly there to strengthen the bird's thoracic skeleton to withstand the rigors of flight. (Even though I personally have never seen a turkey or a chicken fly.)

Which means...

Ding! Ding! Ding!

It's the pop culture daily double!

Traditionally the wishbone, once it is removed from the bird, is allowed to dry and is then held by two opposing "wishers" who each make a wish as they pull the bone apart. It is believed that the wish is granted to the puller who snaps off the larger portion of the bone.

You're both supposed to hold and pull the furcula with your pinkie finger, even though in today's face, Joe and Joe are obviously employing a whole hand technique. Hey, if you have Kung Fu grip, why not use Kung Fu grip? I mean, evolutionarily speaking, if chickens and turkey's don't fly, then they don't really need their furculas, which means that over time, furculas will fade away. Like gills and tails. Right?

So, if Joe and Joe don't use their Kung Fu grip, over time, it will fade away until, eventually, they won't be able to grasp. They'll have those dumb, stiff, unposeable hands, like Barbie. Which means they won't be pulling any more furculas.

And that just ain't gonna happen.

Not on my watch.

Around these parts, evolution is a one way street, my friends. No going back.