Friday, December 6, 2013

Mother Fucking Pancakes!

I.Fucking.Love.Pancakes. One of the only things I really miss while on this whole wheat free diet is Pancakes. And Peanut Butter Sandwiches. I really fucking miss peanut Butter Sandwiches.

Most of the gluten free baked products are complete shit and even the ones that don't taste all that bad just don't have the right texture. Texture is just as important as flavor, especially in baked things. As much as I miss bread things I really can't bake for shit. I figured that making Pancakes isn't a whole lot like baking so i figured I'd give it a whirl.

I came upon this Blueberry-Banana pancake thing after scouring the interwebs most fucking annoying gluten free food blogs. I mean, for fuck's sake, i don't give a shit about your life's journey through betrayal and despair, I just want to eat a fucking pancake. Aside from being a nice straightforward post, it seemed like the least compromised pancake I wanted to try. After a while, if you've been gluten free for some time, even shitty bread starts to seem appealing and I don't trust people who've been gluten free for a long time to have decent judgement as to what a good fucking pancake tastes like. (Holy shit, I'm going on about life's journeys and betrayals... I'VE BECOME ONE OF THEM!!!!!)

So I started trying out making these Banana Pancakes. You can see the progress on a side page that I set up here. http://www.jswells.com/p/1-ripe-banana-1-cup-almond-milk-1.html (it's also a link on the right side of the page).

At some point when I have time I may move this blog away from Blogger back onto a local Wordpress as it really just irritates me.

Monday, December 2, 2013

Movie

Friday, November 15, 2013

Cthulhu Playing Cards

Many of you know of my obsession with Lovecraft and my habit of throwing money away on Kickstarter. Here is a project I feel like I need to see fulfilled as I can rarely pass on a nice Cthulhu idol. I feel like my life will not be complete until it is part of my collection.

As of this posting they're only about 1/3 of the way to their goal with 22 days left. I figured I'd do my part to help spread the word a little as I know a good portion of the very few of you that read this are also as devout a Cultist as I.

I feel like this needs to be part of my alter.
Ph'nglui mglw'nafh Cthulhu R'lyeh wgah'nagl fhtagn!





Wednesday, November 13, 2013

Tuesday, November 12, 2013

Looking Up

Often in the past when I was lost in contemplation, wishing about who I wanted to be like it was most often Willie Wonka; A self made creative that devoted his life to making reality of his dreams no matter how bizarre and eccentric. A recluse who surrounded himself with those who would help while only letting those in from the outside on occasion to hopefully find another mind that wasn't mired in selfishness and simplicity. This seemed to lead to great disappointment but was a tremendous source of sarcastically condescending humor.

As I get older little has changed, tho the short time spent unemployed a few years back did make me realize that completely locking myself away from the outside world for extended periods of time with little to no contact with the outside world or fresh air may not be the healthiest environment for my mental state. Also, having spent countless years trying to develop a creative something to devote my life to I've come to realize that what I really want to do is to keep finding new things to do.

These days, who i really want to be is Gomez Addams.

Idle rich, self motivated with a constant, unalterably bright outlook on life even though that view of life is so terrifically different than everyone else's. Different aside from those few similarly strange people that are closest to him and mean everything to him. He has an intense curiosity for the world around him and a feverous passion for his perfectly matched inamorata, Morticia.
I feel that have many of the essentials to this perfect existence already: eccentrically morbid tastes, dangerous and expensive hobbies, a long string of vices, and most important of all is the impossible to find, corpse-pale paramour who still makes my blood race every time I see her.

I'm pretty sure that all I need added to my life for this fulfillment is the 'idle rich' part to actually be able to afford all of my random expensive hobbies, projects and vices. With that I'm sure my outlook of life would improve and I'd probably even gain a better sense of style.


Friday, November 8, 2013

Banner Saga


One of the many Kickstarters that have made me broke. I am designing a banner for the game (as part of my pledge level) and will probably model it after my Mindless Heron Logo.



Monday, November 4, 2013

Blah and Food.

My old jswells.com site went down a little while ago due to some corrupted, mutant database issues so I figured I'd start it up again on Blogger. Not as fancy but less to worry about, I suppose. I'm not sure what I'll post as I was pretty much neglecting the old blog but at the very least it may help me keep track of what I'm cooking and drinking.

Speaking of cooking and drinking, I've been working on changing up my diet quite a bit this past year. It first started over a year ago when I learned I could no longer eat dairy. I've heard some people's horror stories about what happens to them when they eat dairy and I'm kinda relieved that all I got was a few hours of debilitating agony a couple of times before I narrowed down the problem to milk products. Luckily there are plenty of substitutes for most foods that contain dairy and Almond Milk cooks as well, if not better in most dishes that regular milk did anyway. The only thing I deeply miss is Pizza.

It also became clear to me over the course of time that I consume way too much fucking sugar. I haven't gained any weight in a few years but I certainly wasn't losing any and I often felt like shit after eating too much crap. Sugar isn't really a hard thing for me to cut back on but I'm sure it would be near impossible to cut it out completely. At this point I do seem to be losing much of my sweet tooth since cutting back. Not sure if that's from age or lowered tolerance.

Lastly, and where I'm at right now, is cutting out as much gluten as possible. My initial and most important reason is not directly physical but psychological. A while back The Pretty One had cut out gluten from her diet as she has a significant sensitivity. One of the studies about gluten heavy diets was that, among other issues, it affected moods and could cause depression-like symptoms. For me this year has been a bad one and I started to feel my enmity and frustration levels climb even with very little environmental stimulus. All I could focus on was the bad and truth be told everything in my life is gold aside from the dayjob. Little things would send me into irrational anger which would then spiral down to a helpless lethargy while projects I started and things that needed doing all went undone. I've always figured I had some form of inherited depression but always worked my way through it without much difficulty. It was never bad enough to seek medication outside of a tasty, distilled spirit or counselling outside of a good LP with the lights out and no one around.

One thing I noticed very soon after changing my diet was that a few issues were no longer issues. No longer did I feel any effects of GERD late at night and my overall sense of well being seemed better. Now, I have no idea if the sense of well being is anything more than just the fact that I'm eating a greater variety of food or even a placebo because I feel like I should feel better, but there is no denying that many issues I had with my own stomach acid trying to burn out my throat as I tried to sleep are gone. Also, as an unanticipated but perfectly understandable side effect, I need to wear a belt and The Pretty One says I'm a wee bit less fat. I don't have a scale so I have no idea if this is true.

I don't notice any of the mental/emotional issues until I completely cheat on the diet. Then, I'm a miserable, even more irritable fuck who wants even less to do with anyone or anything than I normally do. Much like I do today. If one more motherfucker sets off another fucking door alarm at work I'm going to open up one of the fucking nitrogen tanks onto them and bash their frozen flesh to chicklets.

Friday, July 19, 2013

BABIES!!!! [Archive]

Originally Posted Jul 19, 2013

As few good words I have about children I must say that I am immeasurably excited about bringing home 3 new rat babies tomorrow. It’s been a good long while that I've been ratless (and even petless since Latika the gecko died) and I’m feeling the need for some whiskered buddies to take my mind off of how negative I've been lately.

I contacted a breeder in western Mass who runs Firefly Rattery and reserved 3 waddling bundles of dumbo eared joy. They were born about 5 weeks ago and I had the first pick of the litter.

Names are tentative and derived from the Old English to Modern English Translator


Hæwene “Blue purple”. Tho the pic doesn't show it, the breeder listed her as Blue Berkshire.



Grima or Cuffle. Grima is listed as “mask helmet ghost” and Cuffle is “a cap coif hood” Will probably go with “Grima” but “Cuffle” is just so goddamned cute. (Update Aug 1, 2014: Her name did, indeed end up as "Cuffle)
 


Brúne “brown dark dusky having metallic luster shining”. Her coat is listed as “Agoute”. (Update Aug 1, 2014: Ended up calling her Líðeu "soft gentle meek", tho she isn't so meek when the treats come out.)


I’m sure the use of those Old English words are lost in the quicky, digital translation but these are just proper names for proper girls. I mean, how many girls named Virginia do you know who were actually, well, nevermind.

Wednesday, June 12, 2013

Thought I’d Share [Archive]

Originally Posted Jun 12, 2014

Next to my assigned parking space at home is the only unassigned space on that side of the lot. I assume that the reason it’s unassigned is the fact that it straddles a speed bump and whomever had it assigned to them bitched about it enough to move them down a space. A neighbor from the next building down has been using that spot for the most part since moving in, I assume again because someone else in their household is using the one assigned space we get for each unit.

So, the other day I was getting home from work, tired and disgruntled as usual and pulled into the parking lot. That very neighbor was getting out of her Cherokee as I drove up and parked after waiting for her to move so I didn't hit her. I get my handfuls of things, most likely my lunch bag from work plus some beer I picked up on the way home and exit the car. I stand to find myself face to face with said neighbor whom I've never spoken to before and at this point thought was at her building by now.

My first expression was probably an expression of slight startlement as I said “Hey” or something to this odd person standing uncomfortably before me. I’m figuring that my expressions have a lot to do with this interaction because the only other words I said to her were “Yes” when she asked me if I put “That sticker on the back of your car” and “No” when she asked if I knew a good church in the area.



After this brief exchange she started nervously rambling about just moving to the area and didn't know any churches and she’s looking for a new church with her husband who would like to find a new church which would be great if they could find since they’re new… as she’s awkwardly walking away from me towards her building. I stood there trying to smile pleasantly. After a moment I began to walk up to my own building, confused at the exchange and her reaction, not really sure how my 3 words sent this stranger on a babbling retreat. I played the situation over in my head understanding that I guess I could have been friendlier and maybe should have said more.

Then I think I came to a slight understanding. Over the course of this very short exchange I felt several strong jabs of emotion and there are times, especially when I’m tired, that I cannot mask whatever strong feelings might reflect in my facial expressions.

At the start of the conversation I was slightly startled, then she accusingly asked me if I “Put that sticker on my car” which instantly got me defensive and ready for a fight. When she asked if I knew a good church I immediately felt the surging hatred toward proselytizers with the nerve to feel the need to preach and pray for my lost soul because of a Cthulhu sticker… until it hit me that she didn't even know what the Cthulhu fish was and she was just an idiot for thinking I was a devout enough Xian to place a fish on my car. It was that last emotion of antipathy that probably fueled that final smile that I was trying to make friendly. I guess it didn't work.

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