June 13, 2012

HOLY DRAGON! There's a kitchen in my home.

Why am I trying to poison myself, you ask? Well, a robot must cook. It has to fend for itself and be independent. Mombot did help, showing me the ropes around the kitchen and the basics of making myself a decent meal. Honestly, cooking is kinda simple. Sure, I could go on and on about the alchemic magic that occurs in a saucepan when you pour diced tomatoes onto browning onions and garlic, but, I would have no idea what I would be talking about. I am supposed to be a robot and raise zombies and shoot repulsor beams out of my palms. But, I still have to eat. I run on carbs, you see, and to make them more accessible, I gotta cook.

I can do my taxes, thank you very much!

Every once in a while I get into this mood of standing atop a soap box and pointing fingers whilst wearing the hat of hypocrisy and gloves of exaggeration. Who doesn't? Maybe it's the effect of going non stop through Boston Legal (I'm nearly done with the fourth season).