Jack of All Trades:

Today was a mix arsenal of the good, the awesome, and the kitchen... I have been busy today... very busy. The morning started out with the thoughts of doing the long awaited Acts questions I got as far as transfering them from the laptop to my parent's phat G4 Badboy...until Brad mentioned that he needed to get to a book store. I totally forgot about that. He had to pick up a book for Wes. Lit. and it just so happens that the author of the book is a Canadian author... so tough luck finding it in the states. However, I have a secret weapon in the war of perservance: Mom. God bless Mom for her unwillingness to give up. She found a place that did not have the book, but promised it's arrival tomorrow by 2:30. At this moment I decided that it would be semi-rude of me to leave Brad hanging with nothing to do. So I said to myself, "Self, we're gunna try something somewhere between the lines of crazy and near impossible. But my friends. I succeeded! I managed to make a backup of Warcraft 3, mainly in case anything happens to the original and also so that Brad and I could play a little over the slip-shod network that I managed to arrange.

Oh, but that is not all my day held.

You see my friends, there we were, all kicking back, havin our faces rocked off by the computer when it hits us... it's lunch time. But fear not, Damien whips out another wonder! From the battle-axe and chainmail of the Warchief to the apron and spatula of the Commander of Cutlery, I changed hats and tackles a new field of war....the kitchen. Armed with the previously state weapons, I whipped together 4 fried ham and cheese, 1 fried ham, and 2 grilled cheese sandwiches and chicken and stars soup for 5 hungry troops in record time. But this was only once battle, the war was far from over! Hours later, I traded the spatula for a large knife and cutting board.... "GET OVER HERE!" I screamed, reaching for the frozen slab of meat. It's cool and cunning layer tried evade my every attack, but to no avail. Clang! Hack! Slack! The damage was done, the steak was slain, leaving me the victor. However, it too, did its damage. The pricking chilled layer numbed my hands.... a temporary disadvantage. But, oh sweet victory, the steak was sliced and the strips simmered in a glorious combination of soy, worchestershire, garlic, carrots, and onions and served of egg noodles. The grand finale in the war was not supper, nor lunch, but cookies. I whipped together a mean batch of chocolate cookies with mint m&m's as a replacement for the chips. Those the kitchen tries with all it's might, the seemingly untamable beast was brought to it's knees.

"Kitchen Devil, today I own you. The day is mine!"