Monthly Archives: March 2012

The Unintentional and Redemptive Powers of Brass Knuckles

My character's brass knuckles are actually machined into her arm, but these are just too gorgeous not to share.

Via Pinterest

Finally, I  get a chance to sit down and write. Lately, it all that’s been happening to me has been “go, go, go!”

Plus, I’ve had some unfortunate circumstances that have prevented me from even touching a computer. This is the fact that my computer is off in Apple-land, hopefully where the spirit of Steve Jobs is restoring new life into my recent acquisition of a $1900 metallic paperweight. Yes, my baby, my pride and joy, has been officially romped.

What started as a misfiring switch in regard to my  sleep settings has now yielded me with a full start-up disk and a reluctance to restore from a back up, in addition to the aforementioned problem. That and possessing no hard copies of either operating system, Lion or Snow Leopard, has lead to me being royally stuck.

The other big news that happened recently is that I have reunited with my bros again– my Dungeons and Dragons bros, that is.

Due to some unfortunate past dramas, I have not played a tabletop game in  over a year. This was fixed this past Sunday, where we tried a new D20 system called Savage Worlds, which is more open ended possessing flexible rules. We still played with a board, but it was nothing as strategic as 4th edition of DnD.  Despite the system being set in the current or future era, we put our campaign in the past.

And despite it being in an older time, I played a 7 foot tall 3/4 femborg.

My party members included a Martian crocodile, a sand person, aqualad, and a half-elf, half-orc healer. I got to play a striker-fighter class, with having the option of having brass knuckles installed on my fists permanently in such fighting occasions.

“You enter the dungeon to see five guards. What do you do?”

“Kill them.”

“Yeah, let’s kill them.”

“They are so dead.”

“Alright let’s get combat order. A, you’re up.”

“I run up to the second tallest guard, symultaneously pulling out the pole-arm I stole from the guy in the other room in my left hand. I then stab him in the stomach, using the impliment to pull him closer with the blade, then uppercut him with my right arm with my brass knuckles activated.”


“Dude, that’s sick.”

A roll of the dice later, and this particular guard, besides being dead, no longer possessed a head attached to his body.

Playing tabletops are cathartic, especially as my beau told me just the other day that our generation is probably the poster child for closet sociopath tendencies. I can believe it.

Especially since the only thing I’ve been imagining lately is throwing my computer against the wall. Thank God Apple’s got it, otherwise this might have been a reality.



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Recipe of the Week: Cottage Cheese and Spinach Egg Scramble

I promise I eat things besides eggs.

No, really, I do.

It’s just they are so cheap, delicious, and laden with the protein that my body craves all the time, I eat an overabundance of them. Lately, though, I’ve been on a cottage cheese kick. I ate so much this week and I am not being hyperbolic either. The tub I bought from Sam’s says 3 lbs and it is now sitting washed and empty in my Tupperware cupboard.

Plus, I had to buy some more.

Therefore, when I found a recipe on Pinterest for a trifecta of all things protein laden and glorious, I had to try it out.

This is pre-hot sauce, obviously.

It sounds utterly bizarre to include cottage cheese and spinach in scrambled eggs, but it turned out fairly well. I crumbled some Cabot’s Sharp Vermont Cheddar Cheese, which is my favorite cheese on the planet, into the mix as well to give it an extra bite.

So, did this recipe get “egg” on its face? Did I count my chickens in thinking this would be a good, simple recipe to try?

This was delicious and simple, however, I realized I’m not a scrambled egg person. To me, there is only one person on this wobbling rock in space that can make good scrambled eggs and that’s my Nana. (I think her secret ingredient is a lot of bacon grease. But, hey, not complaining!) Overall, I like my eggs with ooey, gooey middles that you can mix in with your hash browns. The “egg juice” is really the best part of an egg.

However, if you like yours scrambled light and fluffy and in such a way that will remind you of the consistency of a quiche without the breading, you will lay an egg over this recipe.

If you’re interested in not chickening out and giving this recipe a go, saunter this way.



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Dreaming Deeply

This is me.

And lately, I have been obsessed with setting goals. Perhaps since I feel like 2012 is going to be such a good, healing year for me, getting started contemplating my goals (and especially writing them down) will help me on my way to success. I have already met one goal so far this year: be able to regain some normalcy in regards to my body image and self worth.

The rest of my goals are much more future focused. Obviously, you see from the picture above that my highest goal right now is to be the general editor for the Norton Anthologies. Encompassed within this big umbrella goal are the steps to this such as acquiring Masters degree, Doctorate, teaching English at a university, developing a school of critical theory, writing a book or five.

I also wish to change and enrich the lives of others through what I do. The last thing I want is for what I accomplish to  not help others or for my work to only help in an academia vacuum.

A friend once told me that he read that a definition of hell is you now meeting the person you could have been if you had only tried harder. I believe it.

That’s not happening to me.



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Recipe of the Week: Avocado Eggs

As much as I like food blogs, I would like to ease your mind by conveying that this will not become one. My life just happens to contain a lot of food right now, due to bulking, and its kind of hard to ignore it all.

That being said, this is obviously a food post, as well as a project announcement. My goal: replicate one new recipe a week.

This Sunday, after realizing I have a bag full of avocados that become increasingly more mushy by the day (one accidentally popped even before I got home and there was already one rotten one in the batch) I decided to give a recipe I saw on Reddit a whirl. Whenever I made this, I didn’t anticipate that it would go on my blog, but honestly, where is a better place to put it?

Especially since I took a picture.

Unfortunately, as impressive as it looks to cook an egge in avocado ala “toad-in-the-hole” style, the taste of the dish overall was decidedly lackluster. It was lackluster even after I smothered it in approximately a liter of hot sauce. It wasn’t bad, but awfully boring.

Here’s the original, if you were curious. Perhaps you all can find a way to spice it up more. I tried it because I’m tired of the alternating days of eggs/bacon and cottage cheese. All of which are delicious, but since breakfast is my favorite meal of the day, I wanted to invest more time in treating myself to a great meal. Unfortunately, this wasn’t it.

What’s your favorite meal of the day? Any suggestions for breakfast food that just takes the cake?



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A Risky Move to Make Yourself

Truth: I weigh 125 pounds.

(Even as I read that sentence, the Wintergirl part of me knocks on my brain, begging to be let back in, to delete the words before I publish them for them to be archived in the internet forever.)

The harder truth to admit: I will probably only gain more weight as I continue to work out.

(At this, my  Wintergirl is shouting at the top of her lungs for me not to cravenly admit such a human weakness for the entire online community to read about.)

My journey from the freedom of my eating disorder takes ups and downs. One up was when I was introduced to lifting free-weights almost a year ago. I began to shape up, squat heavy, consume lots of oats and eggs. Then, even though I cited other excuses as why to quit, I stopped because I began to gain weight. This terrified me.

You see, it’s impossible to be a stick figure when squatting your bodyweight and a half.

All my life I wanted to be a stick figure, waif, bone-creature. Whenever I got my wish, I realized that all that was there in that journey was the desire to keep going. What was going to be next? 80 pounds? Having an eating disorder can be seen in a game of limbo: How low can you go? will always be the question of the day.

Now, I’m back on the upward climb. I’m going to stay here this time. Lifting weights has yielded a confident me, much more than the sack of tied together skin that I was when I was at my worst. However, bulking up is difficult for me, not physically but mentally. I consume so much food during the day to support my muscular gains and it’s sometimes hard to not go back to beating myself up for it.

One thing that reassures me though is the text of a Nike ad that I read once. It said “You are entirely up to you. Make your body. Make your life. Make yourself.”

What’s one way you made yourself today?


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British Literature as a Foundation for the Americans

This is the wrap-up week for my British Literature online class. I cannot believe that the eighth week of school is upon us and midterms are already here. My block one class will now transition into block two and I will continue to blog as part of my class requirements.

That being said, I would like to conclude this facet of blogging for British literature with some thoughts over what I learned.

Namely the fact that I am irredeemably an Americanist in regard to literature. I had thought that due to my rabid Anglophilia stemming from an early age that I would absolutely detest American literature. I have to admit when I have never been more wrong.

British literature is wonderful. There are things that are authored by the people on this tiny island that cannot possibly be replicated anywhere else–due to class conflicts, cultural norms, and having lots and lots of female rulers.

However, American literature takes the basis of what British literature does and builds on it. It removes all the things that make it inherently stodgy and stale, and add a breath of life to it. There is a refreshed enthusiasm for the craft of words seen in most American literature–the Puritans being the exception not the rule–that is seldom witnessed in British literature. Maybe from my minuscule sampling of this field, I just haven’t found it yet.


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