Blogs from me are no longer a dime a dozen. Somehow I feel like any thought that comes to my mind is no longer bloggable unless deep enough. There's a trend there. See, about a year ago my posts were created on a near daily basis with points only a heartbroken weak-chinned chinky-eyed Iron-Chef-addicted bum... Continue Reading →

sorry. something else I dug up.Ironically it's a nicer part of me typing right now. I'll be frank. I like Reservoir Dogs, but I hate Quentin Tarantino for his assistance in kicking off the new year with Hostel. That's a very nice way for me to enjoy my medium rare 16-ounce rib-eye - by trying... Continue Reading →