so the chef has taken a short hiatus from the alcohol, and with it died all my enthusiasm for the usual things like coming up with new recipes, composing music, writing poetry, and yes even blogging. a myriad a medical annoyances was the culprit. but i'm feeling okay today (excepting a cracked tooth) and sheer boredom might move me in the direction of the liquor store later. look out when that happens folks, because then things will get done. oh yes, THINGS WILL GET DONE.

i'm going balls out, including all my regular columns in this post. if reading shit-kicking mondays on a saturday [for example] upsets you, then you're probably on my list of people i want to kick the shit out of.

movie review wednesdays -

in tribute to the norse god for whom this day is named, i will review 'the wrestler' i like mickey rourke juiced up on steriods, but why they all got to say this was his comeback movie. didn't none of these fuckers see 'sin city'. when he was supposed to meet his daughter for a last chance reconciliation but he slept in, that was cliche and annoying. also, when they were talking about how great the 80's were...i took issue with that as well. I call the eighties the 'gayties' because they were so gay. men looked like women, women all wore ten layers of baggy shirts, cock-rock was everywhere, and people actually wanted to be popular in high-school. apart from that it was a good movie even if it makes you want to slit your wrists in despair - but thats aronofsky.

shit-kicking mondays -
1 - the eighties. it may be unprecedented, but i desire to kick the shit out of an entire decade.
2- micheal jackson's corpse.
3- a possum. i'd like to call their bluff. one of them would be playing possum, trying to avoid a shit-kicking, all of a sudden, there's the chef thinking 'better safe than sorry' and down come the boots.

recipe of the day -
as stated previously, i'd lost all desire and enthusiasm to do anything creative, so this recipe is based on all i had left to eat in the house. 1 take the remainder of the box of cereal from the shelf, pour it into a bowl, and ad a bit of warm water to soften it up [no milk in the fridge]. 2. parsnips [why the fuck i had parsnips is anyones guess, but they weren't moldy so they were good enough for the chef] cut them into quarters. microwave for four minutes and forty four seconds [i always nuke stuff like this... one minute eleven seconds, two minutes twenty two seconds, etc. so i only have to push the one button]. smoother in ketchup and salt. there you go.

poetry thursdays -
the following is a zen haiku, told in the desert by the shadow of a man who is no longer there.

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words of the day -
'a man of limited vision is hard to bear with in any sphere in which he is invested with power'
[yet they're always the ones who seem to have it, in small degrees]