Sunday, December 20, 2009

Dead In The Eyes





I met a dude yesterday with a milky eye. It was kind of awesome. He was adorable and looked like the old man from Up (see previous post for fun: Up) but with a portable oxygen tank and a creepy, dead gypsy eye. He was charming and hilarious, and I was surprised to find that his eye didn't make me uncomfortable. My only concern was milky eye etiquette. When looking someone in the eye when he speaks, as is polite, is it rude to look into the milky one? Or just look at it and pretend it isn't weathered and useless?

Magic Smize



Remember those "magic eye" images from back in the day? The first time I saw the hidden image, I remember being so thrilled. Even after all this time, it only took me a few seconds to do it again. It's like riding a bike, or shanking a punk bitch and stealing his wallet. Way to go, body, for being able to accomplish what most people can! I also figured out that if you cross your eyes, you can invert the image so it recedes into the page rather than pops out toward it. It's fun? Anyway, have a good time with these. Make sure to click on them to see the full size. The one below might surprise you!

Doodoo 1


Sopapilla Bastardization





A guest at the party I went to yesterday brought "Mexican sopapillas." No. No she didn't. She brought a WASPy debasement of the traditional recipe. The way she described them as "Mexican sopapillas" conjured an image of a work-weathered Aztec woman in a colorful zarape she weaved herself, arduously kneading the tortilla dough with five small children crawling over her who then slaves over her wood stove to fry the dough strips, only to then stuff them with the traditional Mexican cheesecake filling. What? Look bitch, ain't no cream cheese in a real sopapilla. Get yoself learnt.

Songs To Wake Up To

Tamago Onii Shiro


I don't really speak Japanese, but an interest in sushi, anime, and videogames has allowed me to construct a feeble dictionary on my own. I made a yummy recipe for hard-boiled eggs for a party yesterday.


White Devil Eggs

(notice I didn't write "white deviled eggs," and you'll see that it's due to a key ingredient)



18 large eggs

1/2 tsp. salt

1/3 cup ranch dressing

1 - 2 tbsp. wasabi paste to taste

5 strips bacon, finely diced



I invented this recipe one night a long time ago when I was starving, broke and had almost nothing in my apartment. It was either eat the shit separately or try to make something delicious. I like to think I accomplished the latter. Of course I only had maybe 4 eggs and remnants of the other ingredients, but I've tweaked the proportions here.


Boil the eggs in a large pot. If you don't know how to do this, throw yourself out a fucking window, because life isn't going to be very rewarding for you. I used a giant pot and boiled all the eggs in already-roiling water for 15 minutes if you must know. Remove the eggs, and place them in the fridge to cool. This takes a while, so I let them chill over night. What? Plan ahead, assholes.


Chop the bacon, and cook it in a pan at medium heat until fully browned. Obviously don't use butter or oil since the bacon releases its own (I almost just wrote LUBE. We all know what's on my mind) fat to cook in. If this isn't obvious to you, and you don't live in secluded woods and speak pidgin English you learned from your stroked-out mother, please jump out the window again. It should be open since the last time you did it and were either reincarnated or somehow resuscitated.


While the bacon is cooking, shell the eggs. An easy way to do this is to lightly crack them on a flat surface, then roll them against it under the palm of your hand, ensuring that it breaks all around the egg. If you think you might have some shell bits on the egg still, I find it useful to dip the eggs in a small bowl of water.


Cut the eggs lengthwise into halves. Remove the yolk, setting them in a bowl and the whites on whatever serving dish you wish. If you're feeling particularly fancy, you can put the yolks in a blender or food processor to break them up, but I find a large spoon works just as well. Do this, and mix in the salt, ranch dressing, and wasabi. Mix it well, and add more wasabi if you like it hot. I like the kick wasabi gives, so I used about 2 tablespoons. Here's the fun part: place the mixture in the bottom corner of a large Ziploc-style plastic bag. Twist it so there's no excess air in the bag. Cut the tip of the corner off so you can use it like a pastry bag. Pipe the mixture into the egg halves, being as pretentious as you like with the pattern.


Sprinkle those bitches with the bacon bits, and they're done!

Memory





I often use the notepad on my phone to make lists of things I want to post here. This morning though, instead of making it in my phone, I figured I could just remember. To do so, I made a list of keywords:





Egg pumps mermaid, milky prostitute.





That's a lovely and confusing image, isn't it?

Saturday, December 19, 2009

My Kinda Shit





The other day I was thinking about how much I love a good fantasy novel. I've never read one with a focus on a homosexual character though. I just read some that included a gay character, but he was dandy, lame, and died quickly. I thought to myself that I should write tasteful fantasy fiction with gay characters. Then I stumbled across a blog yesterday that features books with gay themes. I took a risk and ordered a series of gay fantasy books to arrive Monday or so, and I'm hoping they're great. I want great fiction that just happens to be about gay characters. None of this Christopher Rice bullshit. When I was in high school and not out, I was all about reading trashy gay books, but they just don't cut it now. I expect more from a book, not just excuses for a plot that kill time between sex scenes. So in the next month or so I'll try to do some reviews of these books--if I can make it through them. There's only one book I've ever purposefully not finished. I think I might go back some day and read it, just because it bothers me.

The Better To Bang You With





brother: I can't, I'm having lunch with J**** and her grandma.


me: (hip thrusting & slapping an imaginary ass) gonna tap that old ass?


brother: no.


me: gonna run a train on that old bitch?

Coming To A Gitmo Near You





I was preparing a delicious dish for a get-together today which required that I boil about 18 eggs. When I was transferring them to a bowl to cool in the fridge, a thought occurred to me. I don't think people realize just how fucking hot those bastards are out of the pot and how long they retain heat. For some reason, this made me think of a twisted torture technique. Put a just-boiled egg up a terrorist's ass! OMG. We'd find Bin Laden in a heartbeat. Trust.