Or does this count?
*smooches...still in vacation mode*
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sometimes you just have to live life and say FUCK THE INTERNET, you know?
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Showing posts with label Cartoons. Show all posts
Monday, February 11, 2013
A Funny Thing Happened On My Way To Write A Blog Post
Long story short: I didn't.
Or does this count?
*smooches...still in vacation mode*
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sometimes you just have to live life and say FUCK THE INTERNET, you know?
Or does this count?
*smooches...still in vacation mode*
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sometimes you just have to live life and say FUCK THE INTERNET, you know?
Tuesday, March 06, 2012
This Is Your Artery On Fries
A few years ago, Cathi and I went to the Bodies exhibit at the seaport to get a real good look at what our innards look like. It was fascinating! Mostly, it made me think about the impurities I allowed to enter my body and how the amount of body fat I allowed to linger on me would affect my health. I dare say the exhibit contributed to Cathi giving up cigarettes for good. It was an eye-opener and I recommend everyone see this exhibit if it's in your town.
I remembered this trip to the museum when I recently read an article where famous southern foodie, Paula Dean, was quoted as saying "I didn't choose diabetes..." after admitting to having the disease for a couple of years, even as she promoted severely unhealthy recipes on her cooking show (I was shown a link for her Deep Fried Butter recipe and I almost threw up).
Oh, Paula. You may not have chosen diabetes, but you certainly invited it into your temple every time you ate the crap you were eating and opted for a night on the couch instead of in the gym. Listen, I read the Science Times. I watched my grandmother suffer the effects of and finally succumb to diabetes. You can't tell me that in Paula Dean's case, diabetes was just lurking about waiting to pick on an innocent bystander and afflict them.
That's not how it works. She facilitated it; regardless if she wanted the disease or not, she did nothing to prevent it. People who develop all types of maladies born of their own actions, in my opinion, need to stop acting like this was something awful that happened to them out of the blue. I do wish Ms. Dean well, but I found her statement to be irresponsible. We're in an age where people want to blame the alignment of the planets n shit for their problems and it needs to stop. Obesity, poor health, lack of proper physical fitness is a huge problem in this country, and Ms. Dean's passing-of-the-buck just won't cut it.
You did choose diabetes, Paula. One piece of deep-fried-butter at a time.
*smooches...sick and tired of excuses*
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sometimes I just want to SHAKE people...
I remembered this trip to the museum when I recently read an article where famous southern foodie, Paula Dean, was quoted as saying "I didn't choose diabetes..." after admitting to having the disease for a couple of years, even as she promoted severely unhealthy recipes on her cooking show (I was shown a link for her Deep Fried Butter recipe and I almost threw up).
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| www.eatingrules.com |
Oh, Paula. You may not have chosen diabetes, but you certainly invited it into your temple every time you ate the crap you were eating and opted for a night on the couch instead of in the gym. Listen, I read the Science Times. I watched my grandmother suffer the effects of and finally succumb to diabetes. You can't tell me that in Paula Dean's case, diabetes was just lurking about waiting to pick on an innocent bystander and afflict them.
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| A Jaded original drawing/re-enactment; may not be accurate. |
That's not how it works. She facilitated it; regardless if she wanted the disease or not, she did nothing to prevent it. People who develop all types of maladies born of their own actions, in my opinion, need to stop acting like this was something awful that happened to them out of the blue. I do wish Ms. Dean well, but I found her statement to be irresponsible. We're in an age where people want to blame the alignment of the planets n shit for their problems and it needs to stop. Obesity, poor health, lack of proper physical fitness is a huge problem in this country, and Ms. Dean's passing-of-the-buck just won't cut it.
You did choose diabetes, Paula. One piece of deep-fried-butter at a time.
*smooches...sick and tired of excuses*
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sometimes I just want to SHAKE people...
Friday, December 24, 2010
My Doodles Wanted To Say Something...
Happy Merry Fake Jesus' Birthday
To All My Lovely Readers!!
To All My Lovely Readers!!
*smooches...from one heathen to another*
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from all of us here at The Jaded Empire, have a safe & happy holiday season.
Sunday, June 06, 2010
Jaded Photographs 2010: June Edition
Nine-Year Itch
*smooches...finally finding a use for Happy Meal toys*
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like YOU don't play with your kids toys... don't look at me like that!
Friday, September 26, 2008
I Had To Start Eating Breakfast Because...
So my eating was getting out of control.
I'm what's called an "emotional eater" and when I'm stressed I eat, but when I'm down I don't.
Lately I've been more stressed than down, and now my pants are kinda snug. Actually, no, not kinda, VERY... my pants are VERY snug.
For a teeny, tiny, split second, I entertained getting a jump start on losing weight by doing one of those cleansing fasts or whatever they're called, but then I remembered that I like eating real solid food.
So then I figured, I'll just eat less calories... which became a problem because I normally don't like to eat breakfast, so by the time lunch comes around, my stomach pulls one of these numbers:
and I'm forced to eat more in one sitting than I normally should. It's become a serious problem.
Finally, my other internal organs begged me, "for the love of GOD, woman, EAT BREAKFAST... our very lives depend on it!!!"
So now I do. I ate breakfast all this week.
I mean, who wants to deal with a cannibalistic, homicidal stomach? How do you even explain that to the cops? Yeah, I'm too pretty to go to jail...
*smooches...wondering how much longer I can keep this up*
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I really loathe eating in the morning. it just doesn't seem natural... and who's hungry at 7AM? not me, that's who... but everything I read on nutrition says eating breakfast is important, so, ARGH!!! I'm eating the fakakta breakfast...
I'm what's called an "emotional eater" and when I'm stressed I eat, but when I'm down I don't.
Lately I've been more stressed than down, and now my pants are kinda snug. Actually, no, not kinda, VERY... my pants are VERY snug.
For a teeny, tiny, split second, I entertained getting a jump start on losing weight by doing one of those cleansing fasts or whatever they're called, but then I remembered that I like eating real solid food.
So then I figured, I'll just eat less calories... which became a problem because I normally don't like to eat breakfast, so by the time lunch comes around, my stomach pulls one of these numbers:
and I'm forced to eat more in one sitting than I normally should. It's become a serious problem.
Finally, my other internal organs begged me, "for the love of GOD, woman, EAT BREAKFAST... our very lives depend on it!!!"
So now I do. I ate breakfast all this week.
I mean, who wants to deal with a cannibalistic, homicidal stomach? How do you even explain that to the cops? Yeah, I'm too pretty to go to jail...
*smooches...wondering how much longer I can keep this up*
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I really loathe eating in the morning. it just doesn't seem natural... and who's hungry at 7AM? not me, that's who... but everything I read on nutrition says eating breakfast is important, so, ARGH!!! I'm eating the fakakta breakfast...
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