Chicken_Monster

Check out my blog:

http://www.chess.com/blog/Chicken_Monster

 

… the woman who grows up with the idea that she is simply to be an amiable animal, to be caressed and coaxed, is invariably a bitterly disappointed woman. A game of chess will cure such a conceit forever. The woman that knows the most, thinks the most, feels the most, is the most. Intellectual affection is the only lasting love. Love that has a game of chess in it can checkmate any man and solve the problem of life.  -  Charles Dickens

 

That is why the Sicilian is so effective against a pussyfooter.

~Rueben Fine (The Ideas Behind the Chess Openings, Algebraic Edition, page 67)

 

I love relaxing my mind by choosing not to solve.

~A friend


Chess is as much a mystery as women.

                                   ~Purdy

 

Playing style:

My style is no style at all. However, if I had to describe my playing style, I would characterize it as a combination of Fischer, Kasparov, and Carlsen. Click on the link below for a brief video explaining my style -- the synergistic effect of combining Kasparov's tactics with Carlsen's strategic and positional prowess, and Fischer's creative genius.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mIQToVqDMb8

 

Favorite openings:

http://www.chess.com/chessopedia/view/bongcloud-attack

http://www.chess.com/download/view/winning-with-the-bongcloud

http://www.chess.com/blog/penguingm1/the-main-line-in-the-bongcloud (by IM pengiungm1)

The Ammonia Attack or Drunken Knight (Nh3)

 

Favorite books (related to chess):

Chicken_Monster's Greatest Games, Volumes I-V by Garry Kasparov and Magnus Carlsen, with forwards by Bobby Fischer et al., Preface by Alexander Alekhine, Introduction by John Nunn (algebraic notation; fully annotated)

The Art of War by Sun Tzu

 

Ambitions:

To beat the latest version of Stockfish while blindfolded

 

Turn-ons:

Smart, calm, confident, nice, fit women with FIDE ratings over 2000

 

Turn-offs:

Schadenfreude, gold diggers, bad hygiene, simple carbohydrates

 

My philosophy:

Sybaritic nihilism

 

Fear is your best friend or your worst enemy. It's like fire. If you can control it, it can cook for you; it can heat your house. If you can't control it, it will burn everything around you and destroy you. If you can control your fear, it makes you more alert, like a deer coming across the lawn. 

 

I'm the best ever. I'm the most brutal and vicious, and most ruthless champion there's ever been. There's no one can stop me. Carlsen is a conqueror? No, I'm Alexander, he's no Alexander. I'm the best ever! There's never been anybody as ruthless! I'm Bobby Fischer, I'm Garry Kasparov. There's no one like me. I'm from their cloth. There's no one that can match me. My style is impetuous, my defense is impregnable, and I'm just ferocious. I want your heart! I want to eat your children!

 

I watch how the moon sits in the sky in the dark night
Shining with the light from the sun
And sun doesn't give light to the moon assuming
The moon's gonna owe it one

It makes me think of how you act for me
You do favors then rapidly
You just turn around and start askin' me about
Things that you want back from me

I'm sick of the tension, sick of the hunger
Sick of you acting like I owe you this
Find another place to feed your greed
While I find a place to rest

I wanna be in another place
I hate when you say you don't understand
(You'll see it's not meant to be)
I wanna be in the energy, not with the enemy
A place for my head

Maybe some day I'll be just like you
And step on people like you do
And run away all the people I thought I knew
I remember back then who you were

You used to be calm, used to be strong
Used to be generous, you should have known
That you'd wear out your welcome and now you see
How quiet it is all alone

I'm so sick of the tension, sick of the hunger
Sick of you acting like I owe you this
Find another place to feed your greed
While I find a place to rest

I'm so sick of the tension, sick of the hunger
Sick of you acting like I owe you this
Find another place to feed your greed
While I find a place to rest

I wanna be in another place
I hate when you say you don't understand
(You'll see it's not meant to be)
I wanna be in the energy, not with the enemy
A place for my head

You try to take the best of me, go away
You try to take the best of me, go away
You try to take the best of me, go away
You try to take the best of me, go away

You try to take the best of me, go away
You try to take the best of me, go away
You try to take the best of me, go away
You try to take the best of me, go away

I wanna be in another place
I hate when you say you don't understand
(You'll see it's not meant to be)
I wanna be in the energy, not with the enemy
A place for my head
Shut up!

I am so sick of the tension
(Stay)
Sick of the hunger
Sick of you acting like I owe you this
(A)
Find another place to feed your greed
While I find a place to rest

I'm so sick of the tension
(Way)
Sick of the hunger
Sick of you acting like I owe you this
(Stay away from me)
Find another place to feed your greed
While I find a place to rest