The secret ingredient? Disaster!

I watched the taped premiere episode of Iron Chef America last night. I then wrote a lengthy review of the episode outlining how it compared to the original Japanese series Iron Chef, how the show seemed to lack a little something, how my contempt for Bobby Flay is increasing, and many other things besides.

Then, just as I was spell checking and preparing to his the "Publish Post" button, my crappy $10 per month ISP disconnected and I lost the whole thing. About twenty-five minutes of good writing, trenchent commentary, and more blog-worthy desire than I have put forth in about a week and a half.

All gone.

Maybe I will try to recapture the magic tonight before every phrase and paragraph construction is gone forever. But maybe I won't.