Welcome to the Voices

I always wondered who reads these things. Probably nobody. Well, maybe somebody. We shall see.

I often find myself coming home after work or the bar having had a few rounds and a lot to say. Something about the nether regions between drunk and sober make me want to expound. Previously, I've had no outlet for this and I end up on the front porch talking to myself, only mildly aware the the neighbors might be awake and think that the guy across the street is someone they should keep an eye on. In an effort to be a more courteous neighbor (and possibly to help their children sleep a little better), here we are.

I have to confess that I have been a frequent reader of other blogs for some time. I've always been entertained by Jason's blog (cookingwithjason.blogspot.com), but he has felt the need to discontinue his updates for professional reasons. I'm a big fan of a blog written by a new friend in Utah who has a lot to say about...well, not very much. But she's a very gifted writer and somehow manages to elicit a few chuckles out of the Utah dating scene and the personification of inanimate objects (namely rocks).

I have to say, I was a little inspired by these two. It made me think, if a jihadist rock could be entertaining, why not the life and thoughts of a semi-incompetent line cook? Besides, I used to write (I did win the Creative Writing Award in high school, don't you know.), and I'm tired of all those voices having their way with my conscious unanswered. No more, dear reader(s)!! (I won't be so presumptuous as to assume that there is or ever will be more than one reader, but you never know.)

With that, here you go. I may not make much sense, you will have to deal with an often confusing stream-of-conscious filled with parenthetical afterthoughts, and, honestly, this may be the only time I write anything here at all. So please excuse the spelling errors, the nonsensical gibberish, and the excessive use of commas as we all explore just how cracked up the mind of a cook can be.