I got to dig a splinter out of my foot this evening. I haven't had to do that in years; I guess my yard is less booby-trapped than my parents'. It took me a solid ten minutes to get it out; way over par. It was in there pretty much straight, so the needle didn't really help. Dad's method of nail clippers really works best. And now it's surprising how much that little hole still hurts when I walk on it.
I'm reading an old (early 80s?) Star Trek novel and just ran across the most random, or most coincidental, shout-out ever. There was a mention of a small former-Starfleet ship named Talon. Then a few paragraphs later, the Talon was mentioned again, along with another similar ship, the Sackett. Louis L'Amour, anyone? Talon isn't uncommon, but paired with Sackett it just can't be an accident.