why did the chicken cross the road?

Filet-O-chik

(to get himself a yummy meatless chik-fillet sangwitch!)

As i have mentioned before, not eating meat is hardly a big deal. Sure, there are things i miss, like carne asada, tacos de carnitas, and of course, bacon! But with endless meatless meal options its a negligible estrangement. In fact, my yearning for delicious ice cold beer is far greater. With 12 more days and counting left till the end of Lent, there are definitely meal options that will find their way into my rotation throughout the year. Like the Ribwich, (which i will review soon, i promise) and these, Morning Star Chik Patties. With 5 grams of Fat and at 140 calories a piece, these are too good to be true. They taste better than any fast food chicken sandwich out there, and I'll bet they are healthier too!

Dear Carrie Bradshaw

(At the risk of sounding like a bad 'sex in the city' monologue...) Someone once told me that when it came to relationships the person who cared least about it, controlled it. For the most part i was resolved to believe that it was true. Until i applied the terms of that idea to my current relationship.

When i first heard that adage it made so much sense to me. My whole relationship history was defined in those terms. Trying to get the guy to notice me, to call me, to like me, to love me, to care and in every single one of those situations he/them/they controlled the "relationship" by mere virtue of not caring. I realize now that those situations although being unions of sorts, were completely void of any real human relation, merely indulgent manifestations of fear and loneliness.

Last night, when I was lying in bed restlessly trying to sleep regretting having eaten all that Starbucks Java Chip Frappuccino ice cream, my thoughts wandered to my current relationship and i asked myself, 'who cares less?' i was completely stumped, i realized that neither one of us was leveraging control to manipulate the feelings of the other person. I thought at first that i was being naive, and that i was in denial not willing to admit who really controlled our relationship. Then i realized that we both controlled this partnership. Yes of course what a keen concept, that this was indeed a partnership; a mutual investment of time, energy and resources with both parties equally committed to the success of the endeavor. Now-now, lets not start throwing rice and registering for gifts just yet. Like in any partnership, both parties have a commitment to its success or lack thereof and must agree to sever said partnership when it has become mutually unbeneficial. I know, i know, I am so cynical and that may sound callous in terms, but that whole romanticized idea that true love should be tragic and devastating, heart wrenching and difficult is best reserved for trashy dime store novellas and passionate foreign films. In real life, lovers are not required to suffer through painful unfruitful relationships and merely accept that one party is destined to not care and the other destined to surrender control. Why should anyone endure a sense of helplessness for the sake of "love"?

I came to the conclusion that perhaps that adage was true for me at least at some point in my past life, and it may be true for people everywhere, all over the universe but it sure as shit doesn't have to be. i say- agree to have a beautiful mutually respectful partnership in which control is surrounded. If it is control ye seek; a shitty one-sided sado-masochistic relationship ye shall find. Besides, who really wants to be in a relationship with a careless, selfish asshole jerk anyways? ni que estuviera tan bueno el guey!

HELL-o

Beep-Beep..."Hello, thank you for calling"... take a deep breathe, listen, wait-what are they rambling about? Get to the point, what the fuck is your name! i asked you for your name, YOUR NAME!!!! "no problem Mr. customer, it would be my pleasure..."search, look, listen wait, he is talking again, say something reassuring,"...yes i completely understand, let me explain to you how this happened..." FUCK, here we go, "... on Friday..." now what!? shut the fuck up if you want me to explain. where does this asshole live? huh- i wonder what kind of work he does? i see he eats a lot of Jack in the Box, Jesus! he is there like every day, what a lard ass. is he done talking yet? "...yes certainly, may i place you on hold while i research this further?" fuck I'm parched, i need some water. lets see, looks like you fucked up Mr. jack-in-the-box, lets hope you wont be a little bitch when i tell you that you fucked up. i wonder if my netflix will be there tonight, or if the postman will put my movie in bill's mailbox again? "Hello Mr. customer, thank you for holding, i reviewed the..." numbers, numbers, numbers, more numbers blurring into more numbers is that an 8 did i say 9? why did i say 4 that is clearly a 3, "unfortunately sir, i don't have an itemized description of what transpired during that transaction." dumbass, how the fuck am i supposed to know what you bought for fuck sakes! "...of course i understand that its a great deal of money sir, and yes i know the economy is bad..." i cant talk anymore my throat my fucking throat feels like its closing in. my mouth labours to form words. over and over again these words-these meaningless words. the sound of my voice is so irritating, it sounds like noise, what did i just say? ARG!!!! GOD DAMN IT i have to piss! when is my next break, 6:45, what time is it, 4:00. fuck me. "...yes, of course i understand..." fucking-A! SHUT UP! SHUT UP! SHUT THE FUCK UP! "Is there anything else i can help you with? We appreciate your business sir, have a nice day." Beep-Beep... "Hello, thank you for calling..."

Don't take it personally...

I never understood that comment. I don't see anyone else here, you did not say that shit to the wall did you?

All day in Hell i have been called a bitch. told: "fuck you" and i had a guy actually retract a "thank you" because as he put it, i did not do anything to help him. Two things come to mind. why do humans think that other people are supposed to fix their lives and their mistakes? And why are they so quick to personalize blame and then generalize the shame that is felt when that blame is misplaced with a response like, "don't take it personally." If we really did not want people to take things personally, we would not blame them, insult them and belittle them specifically. Its like saying your "sorry", as an easy fix-it-all response. We don't think before we act and for some reason we humans feel entitled. I have yelled at people and bitched them out but in every case i have never EVER said, "don't take it personally." if i am yelling at you and calling you names, i mean it. it may not be right, i admit. But there is no misplaced blame. I don't yell at the cashier at Trader Joe's because the old white lady hit me with a cart. I yell at the old white lady.

Why do we, as a society accept this shitty half-ass remedy to a much bigger problem; our lack of respect for each other? we cant allow ourselves to wash our hands of our responsibilities and then turn around and shit all over someone else because we have been raised to treat each other like shit and then say "sorry". I say, take that shit real personal like because that lady called you stupid, told you that you were useless, and then turn around and tell her that she is out of control and over the line- and generally being a bad human. When dogs take shits in the middle of the living room we don't hesitate to roll up some newspaper hit the dog on the snout and point our finger at them and exclaim, "Bad Fido. Bad boy!" Now, i don't think that's right by any stretch of the imagination, but as a society we thinks its totally acceptable. Therefore i say, if you act like an animal, then you should be treated like one too. "Bad Lady, BAD!" then i will tell her, take it personally...

*also for the record i don't believe in hitting animals unless its a snow leopard and its about to eat your baby. if your dog took a big nasty shit in the middle of the living room, that shit is your fault. you should take your pet out for a walk more often.

MacArthur Park

Just another Saturday afternoon in the park with Hookers, Pushers, Paleteros, and bible bangers.

The park, built in the 1880's and once referred to as the Champs-Elysees of Los Angeles is; hold onto your crack pipes, a shit hole. I don't ever remember a time when the park was not synonymous with violence, drugs, prostitution and fake I.D's. In fact, during the construction of the Red Line i remembering hearing rumors that once the lake was drained thousands of weapons were found at the bottom. Of course those are rumors as i can only believe are the fabled tales of this shitpile actually being like upper east side Manhattan in the 1920's. I tried to find pictures of this majestic park in its heyday and found bupkis! I remember Bukowski talking about playing Chess in the park; or maybe that was Fante? i forget...but they never mentioned the park being anything other than a place for vagrants to gather and nap.


Still, i love L.A. and moreover, i LOVE LANGERS! Langers is a deli in the heart of the MacArthur park area. It closes at 4pm, and you can imagine why. The area is crowded with Latin markets selling all kinds of chachki. There is a Dr.Pacheco's herbal abortion clinic, an oddly lone Chinese restaurant, and a pawn shop that NEVER has any wares in it. But the true gems, are the photo studios. Any event; prom, birthdays, pregnancy, just for sluts and giggles... these studios can capture all your precious moments! Shit, i was young once and i totally remember that in Jr. High it was the latest rage to get a Glamour Shot of yourself, with big fluffy hair, in a foggy haze poppin' the collar of your acid washed jean jacket, but this may be going too far...

(whatever, whatever she do what she wants, she's grown!)

I wonder if MacArthur Park will ever be restored to its mythical origins? Sadly, while i would love to take a romantic after lunch stroll in the park without being offered crack, an ID or a blowjob; i don't want to see yet another part of Los Angeles become gentrified. Perhaps i am being too hasty in calling the park a shitpile. I can remember in my childhood my mother bringing me to MacArthur Park to ride the Swan paddle boats. Sure it was a creep show back then too, but i had fun. MacArthur Park may not be or very well may have never been Champs-Elysees but its a part of the Los Angeles landscape and shit hole or not it's still a swell place to visit.

Selma-Melt & Corn-Kitties

I am still working on my masterpiece about ethics and morality. In the meantime, i thought it would be genial to throw a big-ups to fake meats by showcasing their awesomeness. I decided to break it down into 3 categories: Price, Taste, and Likeness to Meat.

Corn-Kitties

(Corn-Kitties cuz they ain't Dogs)

At 150 calories each these seem too good to be true. However, the taste and texture are just like the real thing. They are negligibly smaller than their corn-dog counterparts, but not enough to lose any sleep over. Morning Star Products can be pricey, hovering around 5 dollars, but you can find deals. Food For Less Carries the product as does Trader Joe's and most other department-supermarket-stores do as well. Price: moderate. Taste: outstanding, amazing, spectacular. Likeness to meat: dead on.

Selma-Melt

(As in Patty and Selma? This is the other melt)

I tried the Garden Burger Grillers and that fake meat patty was just terrible. Too awful to ever buy again, much less take pictures of and review. Meat is meat and nothing will ever taste exactly like a juicy medium rare steak except a juicy medium rare steak. This faux meat is not comparable in texture, nor taste to the real thing but it does not taste half bad. Its a great source of protein, its low in calories;130, and it's definitely a team player. Here I toasted some onion buns, placed a mixture of jalapeno jack and and chedderella cheese on each half. Placed the slice of fake meat on one half and a combo of caramelized onions and jalapenos on the other. (Mr. M added some left over chili to his Selma-melt) It tasted GREAT. Price: moderate. Taste: Yummers , but its no double-double animal style. Likeness to meat: not by a long shot.

Quis custodiet ipsos custodes

Mr. M introduced me to 'Watchmen', written by Alan Moore and illustrated by Dave Gibbons about a year ago after reading an Entertainment Weekly review placing it #13 on the top 100 list of best books in the last 25 years. Of course lists are subjective and rankings are arbitrary, but this wonderful piece of literature lives up to the hype. However, i cant say the movie has. Not to say that the movie was terrible; because i can think of 5 movies (Brazil, Teeth, Cannibal Holocaust, Franken-Hooker, and Match Point), that were real shit-fests. The movie is in fact very entertaining.

Around the water cooler on Monday (that's just an expression, there are no water cooler's in HELL) i heard simpletons, cretins and meat heads alike complaining that the movie was weak. On the contrary, Mr. M and i left the theatre on Sunday feeling happy that the movie was not a complete bastardization of the novel. Unfortunately, this is not a made for big screen story. The novel's subtlety, sarcastic irony, and political commentary are lost in its big budget celluloid counterpart. This is not to say that we loved the movie, we liked it, we were happy with it, disappointed at times and relieved at others.

It's clear to me that Director Zack Snyder is truly a fan of the 80's "comic" and that he tried to make the movie as true to the novel as Hollywood would allow him to. 'Watchmen' has a great soundtrack and the R-rating promises Gorey violence, lots of full frontal blue nudity, and sexy results. over all i give the movie a solid B. I give the novel an A+

NOTE: remember when you first watched a colorized version of 'It's a wonderful life' and felt that the color looked unnatural and weird and that maybe the original Black and White version was better? I do.