when the status quo frustrates.

From Hell: Modified Food Starch

Thursday, December 11th, 2008

Warning: This entire post is one long sustained pity party. Read at your own risk.

Last night was a typical Wednesday night. I took my younger son to hockey practice (yes, I am a “hockey mom;” shoot me now, please!) and it runs too late for me to be able to cook dinner and have it on the table before his bedtime–so I planned to pick up fast food of some variety or other on the way home. As I knew that I would be unable to eat any of said fast food, while he was practicing I nipped over to the organic grocery store–Wednesday night is my night to go there, because it’s in the same city as his ice hockey rink. The town I live in, and all the surrounding towns for about a twenty-mile radius, do not have organic grocery stores.

Whoa, back up–unable to eat fast food? That’s a li’l strong, isn’t it? Not grossed out by fast food or morally opposed to the artery-killing nature of fast food–really unable to eat it? How bout if I were starving in a desert and somebody offered me a Big Mac, how ’bout then, huh?

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Yum!

Saturday, August 9th, 2008


I don’t think it came out quite this well when I made it.

There’s been far too much negativity on my end lately, so for the weekend, have something good—like Ironed Orchid’s quick n’ easy Indian food (Not-Quite Bhurta courtesy of my other blog).

She also has a recipe for Caramelized Kangaroo.

Okay, now I’m hungry. (Not for kangaroo; I’m vegetarian. But I have to admit that it’s terribly intriguing.)

Unhealthy carnal urges or Even the patriarchy can be delicious.

Friday, August 8th, 2008

My girlfriend and I have been reading Vegan Cupcakes Take Over The World, which is basically the most fucking delicious cookbook you will ever purchase. It even has a foreword by Sara Quin! What more could you ask for?

So we’ve been fomenting cupcake revolution for a few months now, and I just now learned from her blog that V.C.T.O.T.W. has a blog, written by Isa, which is just as delicious as the book.

This is all backstory, of course, for an exciting, erotic tale about graham crackers.

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Hatecookies!

Wednesday, July 16th, 2008

Folks, the internet has been won.

Background: Something Awful commentators react to recently-released footage of then 16-year-old Omar Khadr being cruelly interrogated by Canadian officials at Guantanamo. Their reactions range from sympathetic to death threats—these soft children of privilege who never leave the comfort of their parents’ basement, let alone face unending hell in an illegal American gulag.

Anyway. GvB responds by baking cookies for the torture apologists.

Here’s the cookies being scooped out onto the sheet just before they head into the oven. I really like Anolon jelly-roll baking sheets because they seem to heat evenly and the high sides make them useful for a lot of baking tasks, but none of you would know that because you feed like animals from a trough of violent sensationalist news and glory in the abuse of fundamental human rights. You discuss the semantics of what it means to truly torture a person as if you had the faintest inkling of what it means to suffer. Mercy is foreign to you. You are ignorant savages so far removed from principles of human decency that if you were suddenly thrust into the resurrected presence of the framers of the Constitution, they would immediately begin spewing blood from every orifice and their souls would yearn for the grave. :)

You need to read the whole thing, because there are pictures. And also, delicious, delicious cookies.

I guess the Eastern Orthodox have a better way to celebrate Easter

Sunday, April 27th, 2008

Upon reading this I have two thoughts:

1. There are EIGHT TYPES of lard !!?? Lard spices?

2. It didn’t even occur to me that you could measure dill in kilograms.

And the Lord did lay his hands upon me, and lo! Satan’s cellulite was banished from my thighs

Monday, April 9th, 2007

Remember the DaVinci Code Diet? Well, fuck that Catholic-baiting calorie-control blasphemy. Why follow a diet based on heresy when God himself is waiting for you to pray those inches off of your fat ass?

Jordan Rubin is convinced God can help you lose weight. Rubin, author of The Maker’s Diet, is fresh from a speaking engagement at Toledo’s Cathedral of Praise. He’s in town to spread the word about his yearlong “Healthy Toledo” initiative, the name a church-friendly play on “holy Toledo.”

Am I the only one who would never have seen that pun on my own? Didn’t think so. Anyway, God wants you to be thin. Rubin knows this because God once helped him lose 80 pounds!

Just kidding, actually Rubin credits prayer with getting him through a serious illness and does not credit God with inflicting the disease in order to help him lose weight. But I think if he phrased it the way I just did, it would help him sell more diet books.

Somewhere in this experience Rubin was inspired to read a lot, which naturally lead to writing a book. You’d think a nice memior about the power of prayer to heal would be appropriate, but Rubin noticed that there might be more money and longer tours if he wrote a self-help book instead. Maybe the kind that helps insecure people solve their problems by tricking them into thinking that they’ve shunted the responsibility off onto someone else, then telling them to eat a balanced diet while they are waiting for God to work his magic. God, you see, wants you to be the kind of needy sponge that believes that He’s just hanging around waiting for you to hand him all of your problems. Then, he solves them! It’s that easy!*

“Before I came to First Place, I had never thought to pray about anything I ate—I just thought God thought I should have self-control,” says Carole Lewis, who was 39 when she first attended the Bible-centric healthy-living program in 1981, and has since become the group’s national director.

Attendees of the program practice a “biblical approach to weight management,” mixing Bible study with recipes for black-bean enchiladas. “I thought God was interested in my marriage, my finances, my kids—but now I do believe he is interested in everything about us.” For Lewis, “everything” includes her food choices.

Unfortunately for Carole, God wasn’t even interested in her marriage or her kids, He was just being polite.

*Disclaimer: God helps those who help themselves. That’s why in addition to prayer, “The Maker’s Diet eschews processed foods for pared-down preparations like broiled halibut, ginger carrots and cilantro lime chicken cacciatore, made with organic ingredients where possible.”

Lewis emphasizes the role prayer plays in helping her make good diet decisions. “My body is always going to want what it’s going to want, and that’s not always going to be healthy for me,” she says. “But God gives me strength.”

Yes, this is a diet for people who feel they need the support of an Omnipotent God in order to switch from ice cream to fat-free frozen yoghurt. Kind of makes you feel bad for a deity. Isn’t there a patron saint he could be delegating this shit to? Maybe it’s just my former Catholicism showing, but my God didn’t have the time or interest for this shit.

And not to raise any red flags or anything, but despite the claim that the God-diet market is “exploding,” their second example involves an honest-to-God fringe church that has been called a cult by former members.

Other programs, like Gwen Shamblin’s The Weigh Down Diet, speak more directly to modern-day conveniences like processed foods, and the ready availability of weight-loss pills and surgeries—all elements that have been decried by secular health-care professionals as well. (It’s crucial to note that Shamblin’s weight-loss program is associated with her Remnant Fellowship Church, which has been termed a cult by the group Spirit Watch; Shamblin filed a libel suit against the organization in March.)

But Shamblin addresses the emotional side of eating, too. “There are just two empty holes in the body—one is the longing heart, and one is the stomach. [The former] is for your relationship with God, and you cannot put chocolate cake in it—nothing will work, not money, porn, or drugs. You only want to eat when there’s an actual, physiological hunger.”

Hmmm, a weight-loss book affiliated with an alleged cult that, when you almost inevitably fail to keep the weight off, will then offer to help address the unfulfilled emotional needs that are clearly leading to your excessive weight. Nope, can’t see anything shady here. I hope someone glances over the fact that this is the church associated with the beating death of an 8-year-old boy and focuses on their more upbeat healthy living cottage industry.

All the same, it’s occasionally difficult to imagine a non-Christian feeling comfortable with such God-centric language, but all sources interviewed for this story emphasized their devotion to members of all faiths.

And of course we will take their word at face value, because really, why would non-Christians be feeling excluded or uncomfortable with evanglical Christan weightloss programs? Who tied their panties in a knot? Don’t they realize that everyone can enjoy losing 10, 20, even 30 or more pounds with the help of our One True Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ.

Rubin hopes his healthy-living programs will expand well beyond Toledo, through the U.S. to “Asia, Africa, India, and hopefully Australia”—and of course, two of the three continents he mentions are not predominantly Christian.

This demonstrates the movement’s devotion to being welcoming and inclusive of non-Christians, because as everyone knows, evanglical Christians are dead set against missions and conversions.

I plug the movies shamelessly because I care.

Friday, November 17th, 2006

Fast Food Nation is out today!

The book was excellent and I highly approve of the movie’s unexpected format – you’d think it would be a documentary like An Inconvenient Truth, but it’s not. Anyway, I’ll be seeing it this weekend and you should, too.

Let the filthy joke contest begin

Monday, October 2nd, 2006

Rox Populi sees Marc’s microwave hot dogs and raises him sausage on a stick wrapped in sweet, sweet chocolate chip pancake.

I hereby announce a Punkass Innuendo contest. Get on your mark, get set…

GO!


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The talking Domino’s poobox

Thursday, August 24th, 2006

19 October, 1835

Dearest diary,

Our giant tortoise discovery was most exhilerating, and I awoke to dawn’s light certain once again there could be no greater excitement than encountering those peaceable lumbering gents as we had on our first day.

Today, though, as we trekked SSE on one of the smaller islands, my sense of awe was finally aroused once more. We came upon what I assumed was the most startling find in the course of human history. I shall attempt to sketch it here:

Oh diary, can you believe such a creature exists? From whence came its peculiarly geometric shape and delightfully anthropomorphic hands and feet? Such are the mysteries of science. Much to my surprise, though, these secrets were not to remain kept for long…

The creature followed us all the way back to the ship, running around and squeebling like that hilarious Cousin It from Marlowe’s comedy-farce “The Addams Family.”

As we approached our vessel, the ship’s cook, a mustachioed Italian man named Domino, came barreling out of the ship waving his hands frantically in the air. He continously repeated one word:

Fudgems.

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Non-Prostitution Post

Tuesday, August 22nd, 2006



You Are Duck


Exotic and unusual, you are a bit of a rare bird – literally.
You’re known for being soft and succulent, though at times you can be a bit greasy.

Gross.

List of ingested items that do not make me sick: vegetables, coffee, booze, Jell-o. My stomach loves me, my intestines are pissed off. Duck is a no-no.

In other news, someone out there is elated that I’m ill because it gives him the opportunity to rail against The Left.

To wit:

The defining characteristic of the people on your side is just so hilarious, that tremendous contrast between your grand plans to rearrange the whole society and your total inability to successfully manage even your own lives, making you helplessly drift from one personal crisis to another.

And I don’t even feel bad about laughing at this. Next to what you guys did during the twentieth century, killing about a hundred million people and condemning billions of others to live under a tyranny of poverty and misery that we can’t even imagine today, nothing that I could ever do would amount to much more than a bite of a flea.

Do note, dear sir, that I didn’t ask for a handout, I asked for an IV bag to rid myself of the bother so I can, you know, work. Isn’t that better than asking for free healthcare and food stamps? I personally took the Republican message to heart. I didn’t just get myself one job to pay the bills, man, I got two, and I’m patiently waiting these nine months to receive health care benefits for myself and my family while I work 14-16 hour days. I’m a Republican wet dream.

Marketable degree? Got it. Bootstraps? Got ‘em too. Favorable economy? That’s on you and yours, man, along with the black heart it takes to laugh at people with health problems. Compassion? I’ll give you a bit of mine. It appears you need it, dollface.

I Hate Eating, I’m Trying To Quit

Saturday, August 19th, 2006

Back for my weekly cry. Hold me.

Forgive me for being spare around here lately. I haven’t been well. As of this week my fellow trainees and I discovered at Customer Service Hell Co. that they plan on hiring a new batch of people next month — but they aren’t using a temp agency. Interesting, I thought. That means that with the three-month period I am employed by the temp agency and the six month probation period, I am not even eligible for benefits until the end of April 2007. The newest batch of trainees, however, will be eligible that March.

Let me tell you why this pisses me off.

1. I can’t eat,

2. because every time I eat I get an awful stomache ache that leaves me doubled-over in pain for several hours. This probably means I should see a doctor, especially since

3. I throw up every morning. Every fucking morning. However,

4. I can’t afford to go to a doctor because
a. I don’t have insurance,
b. I can’t take time off,
c. I currently owe over $300 to the local health network for receiving medical services I couldn’t pay for after I was shitcanned this year,
d. So if I see a doctor I have to pay for all services rendered at the time I receive them. This ain’t cheap.

5. I’m hungry, and I want to eat something, but I can’t unless I’m willing to put myself out of commission for a four hour block of time. Plus I get cranky when I’m hungry.

6. I’d go to the free clinic, but there is a six-month-long waiting list for adults.

7. Did I mention that any food I digest turns to poo stew in roughly twenty minutes?

Someone suggested that I may be allergic to gluten or wheat, which is a totally helpful comment since I can’t actually get to a doctor for an allergy test. So yeah. If anyone has a good IV stand they’re willing to sell me, leave a message in the comments.

Lips and Assholes Revolution

Wednesday, August 16th, 2006

Whether it be the meat or vegetarian kind, many of us have had a hot dog at some point in our lives. Sure, we’ve boiled or grilled them on occasion, but if we need to save time, we go for the zapper.

When microwaving a hot dog, I would wager your process goes something like this:

1) Remove hot dog from packaging
2) Microwave hot dog for 30 seconds
3) Remove bun from packaging
4) Place dog in bun
5) Add condiments
6) Scarf

Maybe you’ve taken to storing your buns in the freezer, which radically modifies the experience thusly:
1) Remove hot dog from packaging
2) Microwave hot dog for 30 seconds
3) Remove bun from packaging
4) Heat bun for 10 seconds
5) Place dog in bun
6) Add condiments
7) Scarf

This is an exceedingly detailed account of the process. Short of mentioning you should continue to breathe during the process, there is almost nothing I can add.

Based on the steps above, a single hot dog takes, at worst, about 45 seconds to prepare. Apparently, though, the people at Kraft consider that way too much time wasted in our workaday world, because now they’re bringing you Fast Franks.

Yes, folks, if you look carefully, that would be a hot dog and bun prepackaged together. I’d like to claim I made up their press release, but I can’t. This is actually what they had to say:

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