Dorklord

Sci-fi / Fantasy author Terry Pratchett, who was knighted last year, decided he needed a sword. Can you conceive of his nerditude when tell you it was not just any sword, but a meteorite sword. Not geek enough? He smelted ore from his own property and added meteorite bits. Full blown dweeboid - I can't understand why other blogs are raving about this. It's LARPing, and that's never cool.

Assisted by Jake Keen (really, Mr. Keen? How fancy!), an expert on ancient metal-making techniques (this is unverified), Pratchett dug up 175 of iron ore that was just laying around near fief, adding in grounds of his house. Using a makeshift kiln built from clay and hay and fuelled with damp sheep manure (really? does that any anything to the process...other than the pleasure of handling sheep shit?).

For the finishing touch, he added several pieces of meteorites, "thunderbolt iron, you see — highly magical, you’ve got to chuck that stuff in whether you believe in it or not,” he said. Actually, you don't - especially if you don't believe in it. After days of hammering the metal into bars, he took it to a blacksmith, whom he helped to shape it into a blade, which was finished with silverwork. I'm surprised a warlock didn't read Elven runes while a lute played.

The sword's only weakness? Vaginas, which are also crippling to readers of his books.