Blake Sky is officially designated as a six-inch-long meat popsicle. As such, it was grinded into its current form on a small town in Norway, shortly after the second world war. Like any sausage, you don't want to know how it was made. With its fingerlike shape, it takes an absurd amount of patience to type inappropriate stories on its IRIX 6 powered workstation; one letter at a time. You can sense its sulkiness between the lines.