all my life queen has been telling me two things. 1 - they are going to rock me. they have thus far failed to do so. 2 - flash gordon is the saviour of the universe. it's now apparent that barack obama is the saviour of the universe, in fact, he might well save every one of us.

i'm really proud of our american neighbours though, they have finally elected an almost black president. baby steps are still steps forward.

here's a brief introduction to the chef: my life right now consists of hoping i can squeeze out a decent shit, then deciding if i want to a - go to the liquor store, or b - go to the gym. it's about fifty/fifty.

oh, i've changed my mind on that food issue, and added

recipe for the day [new bonus feature]- take two slices of the whitest softest no-name generic bread you can find, to one piece apply a thick layer of skippy peanut butter [smooth], to the other piece a slice of delicious bologna. combine in sandwhich form and enjoy.

words of the day [even newer bonus feature]- 'speech is the mind's impediment, it marks the cessation of thought'