I go away, I come back..

First things first, let's get the formalities done before anything else.

I promised Till Lindemann-sized thanks to those who helped me in the cooking of the feast for the cudgel war, so here you are:

Please note my amazing skill and prowess in photoshopping. As an afterthought I should have made him say danke instead of thank you but I can't be arsed to go through the motions once more. If the wrong language bothers you, just squint your eyes or take a magic marker and write over the text in the picture.

That photo got me thinking, however, what would you think people'd say if I turned up in that outfit to the next event where I'm supposed to cook? Not a good idea? At least it'd be somewhat unique, though documenting it to any even remotely medieval time period might prove to be challenging...

But yes. The event came and the event went away, good friends and cool people were met, fun was once again had in generous quantities, as was alcohol which I promised myself I woudn't consume more than a couple of beers and a very small bottle of white wine which are required medicine after a hard day at work. Somehow I seldom manage to go through a day in the kitchen at events without quite a many people offering me something to drink. I fully endorse this idea and would like to see the noble tradition to continue in the future as well.

After a month of partying on every weekend I have started to notice some signs of wear and tear on me. Yesterday I got home, ate a little, checked my emails and favourite forums and decided to take little nap. Nine hours later I woke up, washed up, turned off the lights and went back to bed. At 6.30 when my alarm clock went off I was just as tired as I was when I started. Whoever said that older people need less sleep than the young was wrong.

I suddenly realized today that I have only about a month to go before school starts and there are about a thousand things to do before it. Why couldn't I be one of those people who take care of everything well before the deadline is even visible in the horizon instead of leaving it all to the last possible evening? I guess I need to start buying Martha Steward's books. Or better yet, I could hire a secretary to handle all the trivial little matters of my life so that I could concentrate to the important stuff, like surfing the Internet, hanging out with friends and enjoying the occasional cold beer. He could do the cleaning and laundry as well, and prepare some light snacks whenever I felt peckish. And if he had some skill as masseuse I'd be happy to offer employment though the actual pay I could offer would be something in the lines of nice words and compliments.

It's nice to dream, though.

Today's top tracks:

Clawfinger: Biggest & The Best

Sepultura: Roots Bloody Roots

Danzig: 1000 Devils Reign

Insane Clown Posse: Please Don't Hate Me (yes, I listen to them occasionally, and quite like the experience).