Thursday, July 14, 2011

A mason jar of green crap

This is not my personal green juice, but I am entirely too lazy to take a picture, find the thingy that lets me upload it, upload it to iphoto, export it from iphoto, deal with the pressure of naming it god I'm getting stressed just thinking about all this so I stole this picture from another blog.  Honestly though, it looks just the same, except typically with me, there will be more green juice on the walls/counter and less in the mason jar.
Reason number one why I need a legitimate smartphone - so I can take pictures and EMAIL them immediately.  I am still cursed with a crappy phone that is ignorant to the will of my impatient nature.  Anyways, I thought it was about time I posted something about green living instead of pictures of my awesome cat/urine.  I decided to take it literally so you are getting something that is both green in color AND in lifestyle, try to contain your excitement.

So every morningish (sometimes I'm lazy and just eat a half a hamburger bun) I whip up either a green smoothie or juice.  It takes some time but I'm always happier when I do and it's not really that hard to prepare.  If you read other green or raw food blogs, green juice enthusiasts like to boast that it feels like it gives them "superpowers" or that "their cells are brimming with energy" (not an exaggeration.)  While I love these people for their naivete when it comes to superpowers, and envy them their ability to find happiness in a smoothie, this is a falsehood. (seriously, you have to EARN superpowers, by being bitten by a spider or coming from another planet or wearing a cape in public without shame. If it were as easy as drinking a beverage with vegetables in it pretty sure I would have the ability to levitate the chocolate chips from the pantry into the living room, or some superpower that's even better than that one because I'm not very creative right now.)  But anyways, I feel like these bloggers are giving people a sense of expectation about the juice that isn't very realistic and might also lead to fatalities if people take these exclamations too seriously.

So I'm gonna lay out all the reasons why I think you should all be making green smoothies and I'm going to judge you if you don't:

1. I will judge you if you don't.  Seriously, some mornings I cram a solitary bun half into my mouth with shame and try to hide the evidence as quickly as possible, but the mornings I bring a green juice?  I take my motherfucking time*.  And why?  Because I'm better than you people with your egg mc Muffins that contributed 1.5 gallons of cow gas to the ozone.**  Or at least that's what I tell myself.  You can tell yourself that too, if you start drinking them.

2.  Salads are the mother%^&%*ing worst.  I hate them.  It took me a long time to admit it.  They are messy and I always drop lettuce on my lap and they taste like the opposite of pizza, even if its a salad pizza, and don't get me started on those. A few years ago, I got into an all-raw phase where every day for lunch I would eat a giant salad and I would always try to find the magic ingredient that would make me love them, so by the end my salads had avocados, flax seeds, chia seeds, some weird seaweed thing, "raw bacon", and countless other ingredients that raw people try to delude themselves into thinking tastes as good as a hamburger.
This is what raw bacon looks like when it's made well.  Mine was not made well.  I did, however, grow to like it because I drowned it in salt and liquid smoke.

 In short, I never got over hating salads and had a fairly unfortunate reaction from the seaweed.  Don't get me wrong, I never felt better after the raw food trial, but if you buy a raw lasagna, that shit does NOT taste like lasagna, despite the blank-eyed protests of the lady behind the counter.  But back to the smoothies, you can BLEND in your greens, thereby getting the equivalent (or more) of a salad and you can disguise it with fruit or cocoa powder, which is apparently a health food in the raw community, which almost makes up for that seaweed atrocity.

3. They actually taste good.  To me.  LOML hates them, but this is a man who would eat a nerds blizzard for breakfast everyday and be perfectly content.  But I think once you get the right ratio of veggies/ fruit or find out what you like, you can learn to love them.

4.  You really do feel good.  Not good enough to perform feats of magic, but better than if you ate a  milkshake crammed with candy at 7 am and don't have a stomach of stone.

5. I had another reason, but I forget it, so I'm gonna put up a warning here to not drop a mason jar on your foot because it will hurt a lot and you may swear and wake up other grouchy members of the household and Pan does NOT like to be woken up.

6.  I remembered.  The whole reason why it's green is that every morning you have about NO waste, and you can use veggies from your own garden.  And fruits,  unless some asshole squirrel ate all your strawberries too.  Blast them.  Anyhoo, I made mine this morning with the kale I grow all by myself in a dresser I found on the street:
In case you care enough to make one, I added a mango, parsley, cinnamon, cardamom, and water and it was pretty damn good.
So that is the story of why you should drink your veggies instead of eating them, and if I haven't inspired you to try one, I hope to have at least instilled a healthy dose of fear of eating an egg mcmuffin in my presence.

*This would work better if I lived in New York and could travel by subway where I could judge a larger number of people and they are unlikely to be drinking green stuff, not in an office where there are at most three other people there when I eat breakfast, and they don't even seem to eat anything.

**Unsubstantiated number.

Wednesday, July 6, 2011

I would never leave my house

Pan could wear his favorite costume all day and greet visitors.
Reasons why LOML is LOML:  Because he send me things like this:
http://news.yahoo.com/photos/pirates-of-the-caribbean-home-movie-theater-1307742969-slideshow/#crsl=

I'm not sure if I'm allowed to post these pictures on here because I'm not sure how blogging politics work, but I'm a rebel so I'm gonna do it anyways.

Courtesy of Elite Home Theater Seating:
I love how they have the actual Pirates movie playing, so we won't get confused about what theme this is supposed to be. I would have been completely lost if it had been playing Inception.
There is a motherfucking fake sky there.  I seriously cannot contain myself.
I'm not really sure if this is necessary.  I mean it still looks cool, but it also kinda looks like a garage, which I'm pretty sure it once was.  But do we really need that much more effort for what is essentially a hallway into the room you actually want to hang out in?
Not gonna lie, they phoned it in for the tavern.  Decent start, but compared the the first room of what my dreams are made of, kinda not so much "piratey" as "somewhat old looking with a plant or two."


I'm obsessed with the ship's wheel.  I am unallowed to have a ship's wheel on display in the house because a certain someone has a hard time dealing with the "nautical" look and it is apparently too "on the nose" but apparently as long as we are spending $2.5 million on an actual pirate ship to go in our garage then that's just dandy and WHY WON'T YOU JUST GIVE ME  A STRAIGHT ANSWER DAMN YOU?!?  
Apologize for the swearing, seeing evidence of pure pirate genius is like crack to me.  Or it could be the adderol LOML slips into my lunch when he wants to toy with my emotions.* 


Anyways, I promise soon I will have an actual post of me getting something accomplished and not just me figuring out how I can find whoever owns this and convince them that I'm their long lost daughter.  Although if that does happen, then I'm totally quitting this blog and having them sponsor my lifelong dream of finding a unicorn.  And to my real parents, I still love you and all, but I might have to make some edits to my birth certificate, it's for the greater good, you know?


*Undocumented, but I'm pretty sure he does this.  I think he's conspiring with the gnomes to slowly break me down. Another day, my friend, another day.