Kittybomber's blog

Everyone has that one food item that is so rich and indulgent and bad for you, it sends your taste buds to a nice roasty toasty hell. Post your indulgences and unholy but ever so tasty creations along with recipes, restaurants, and any other information people need to entertain the idea of trying flavor suicide.

Bon Appetit!

 

Note: This community is not for the faint of heart.

If you choose to join this group I will have to assume that you are familiar with the description before you joined. I would also have to assume that you joined this community to contribute based on what was written in the description. After all this community is not for the faint of heart.

I do understand the concern certain people may have when it comes to the health and wellness of the general population. There are definite health consequences if you spend your life only eating fatty, salty, sugary foods. Diet and proper nutrition are some important aspects of taking care of your body. So is exercise. So is a sound mind and a strong moral compass.

This community was not created to debate this. This community was not created to directly promote health. Rather I had hoped that members could develop a sense of humor instead of guilt when dealing with even the most deadly of their tasty creations - I intended Gluttonous Obsession to be a light hearted confessional.

To be shocked at the purpose of this group, to take this community as one with a purpose dedicated to causing heart attacks, strokes, to promote the breeding grounds for obesity and diabetes, to encourage the behaviors that lead to colon cancer and early death is absolutely ridiculous. In short to take Gluttonous Obsession seriously is ridiculous. Look at the name, read it out loud. It was chosen for a reason.

No one here disputes the fact that the creations shared are not healthy. The users of this group are not lacking in the basics of nutrition. They do not believe that creations such as the Luther burger are good for their system. This community is about what is bad for our system, yet taste good to our tongues. This about the sickening delight.

Now if you want to talk about how unhealthy people are in general and what everyone is doing wrong and why we have obese children and how we all are going to get colon cancer and everyone is asking for a heart attack, a stroke, diabetes, high blood pressure, etc. - Go ahead. But not here. There is a time and a place for everything.

When people come here it is the place for Gluttonous Obsession. Not Orthorexic Obsession.

However I would not mind an in depth analysis of a specific nature on the food mentioned in this group. If any health conscious individuals want to be specific as to how an item actually effects the human body, they are more than encouraged to do so. We know the food listed here is bad, but to have a person analyze just how bad and just how the food is handled in the human body, would actually enhance the community experience and encourage an honest discussion instead of a biased perspectives forcing individual opinions on people they do not know in real life. The analysis would in fact be a response to an entry highlighting an item or recipe. It will not be enough just to say why the fat is bad or why the sodium is bad. The response would have to explain just what the person who ate this did to his or her body - the heart, the blood, the lungs, the brain, the skin, the arteries.

Thank you for your time.

StellarChica and I will own the world. No, seriously we will...

If we can only learn how to sew and get our languages down...

Note: Please comment if you have any thoughts on this. I would love to read them.

 

I have to wonder how I should be remembered in life, specifically in the on-line world. This whole Internet thing has created a complex dimension that has crept into the world of the living. It is bonding itself to the tangible world so much that now what you do in the comfort of your home can come back to haunt you in the land of physical connections. But have you entertained the fantasy of how the world will be after your death? Have you thought about how your blog will be viewed in this world that you leave behind?

If I write as if someone will read this when I am gone, I realize that I can not defend myself after death. Should I censor myself because of a concern of offending someone that I will never speak to? On the other hand I may end up being even more outrageous in the belief that once I'm gone, I'm gone. I should just let all inhibitions go because I only have one life to live and once this body seperates from my soul I will not be able to easily get it back.

I wonder what my thoughts and rants will be a reflection of when I die? Is it really myself I express on my blogs or someone else that comes to life through the pseudo safety of the Internet. For now I guess it is too early to see or even predict what will happen when the blogging generation starts to die off in droves and leave these controlled memories behind.

We control what we wrote, we control who has access to it, we control the words, the movement of flow, the parts that got cut out of the final edition, the parts that sneaked in as we revamped a week old post. But ultimately will our wishes be respected concerning the treatment of our controlled memories once we are gone. Should we even consider these havens of words when planning for death?

I am haunted by these questions because my best friend is Marine. Though I do not like to think about it, there is a possibility that he may be called off to a foriegn land and die for the will of this country. Upon his death, his family will get the right to decide whether they liked his MySpace account and other internet memories. They will control how and what words will remain behind on that MySpace account. They will decide if it was an accurate reflection of his life. Not him.

And I wonder... Is that fair or should do they have an even better idea of who their own son is than he does?

Can the author even grasp what the hell it is that they are doing when they upload their memories in writings and videos? Do the memories even mean anything once that life is no longer living? Is the main point of blogging the update, the next entry. Once there can be no more entries does a blog turn into a shrine of a former life? There lies so much ethical debate in this. I won't attack it now.

But still, it is something we should all think about, especially if you take what you say and write seriously. This reminds me of a movie with Robin Williams in it. It was called The Final Cut. Maybe I am making an far fetched comparison but I could see the family members of the deceased rewriting the lives of the (not so loved) departed in order to show them in a good light.

Like trimming a piece of meat of all the fat.

Show us some footprints.

 

I get odder than ever when cramps reign supreme. What do mammals in the wild do when they are ragging it? Sit in a puddle for days? They don't deal with these symptoms because they would already be knocked up.

 

Dockweiler Beach or the Remnants of Palisades Del Ray

I might as well give out my university because its so close to this beach... But I'd rather not. Based on that alone a person should be able to figure where I go. My university has a unique relationship with Los Angeles, with its foundations being binded to the heart of the city's early major development. It is amazing walking through the campus and seeing pictures of what used to be here. There were farms, grass plains, even lions as late as the 1950s. I trip out looking at photographs of priests farming land that now probably is under my first year dorm.  I'm sad when I see the pictures of what was there. Luckily not all footsteps wash away with time.

Today I went to the beach, specifically Dockweiler State Beach.  I took pictures of different kinds of foot prints. My foot prints, runner foot prints, lovers foot prints, vox prints, and even a THIS IS GOOD print. I remembered to include a few seagulls and pigeons as well. I also took footprints of a different nature such as trash prints, air prints, and tagging prints.

This beach was the first place I saw a live crab. I was digging a hole when I was probably four or five. I had this digging thing where I just liked digging holes every where. The best holes to dig were at the beach because when I dug deep enough I would strike water - which was like gold to me. The beach also did not seem as unsanitary as regular dirty because there were no worms to shock me as I progressed. One day I was digging a hole near sunset, possibly near tide. I got about 3 or 4 feet deep and struck water. My called me over to her for a moment. When I came back there was a crab in my hole!

I was kinda pissed. He took my hole and he did not look like he was going to give it up. I remember I wanted to touch crab. I barely got away safely because he was about to give me a good pinch when I moved my hand out of the hole. My dad asked me what I was doing and I pointed and said "Crab!". He came and looked and said "Oh, what do you know that sure is a crab". When I turned from looking at my dad and looked back into the hole, it had filled up with water. I watched the crab bob up and down until the water sank into the sand and receded. The crab then dug a tunnel to the side and disappeared into the sand below. For some reason I reached in and tried to grab it, but it was too late. He was gone. 

Oh well.. Enough childhood memories. Here are some foot prints and a movie I made about my brief trip to Dockweiler State Beach.

 

 

Time to start the tour:

 

This is the right way to get down towards the beach. You may have to walk a stretch, but its not as long as it appears to be. There were some foot prints present here, but they did not show up well. Therefore I had to keep going...

 

 

I finally made it down the bluff. Damn that bluff. There were some dangerous parts that weren't sectioned off for public protection. I was pretty tempted to take a short cut and just go down the hill through the plant area. It was only after I over came these obstacles...

 

 

That I saw this sign.

 

Poor Bluff. You've seen better days... I continued to make my way towards finding some prints, after all this was my goal for the post. When I finally reached the sand, I found a lot of foot prints.

 

There was an endless supply. I took a couple pictures and continued to walk closer to the ocean.

Along the way I spotted two beach chicken. Who would have guessed that there are free roaming chicken at the beach? I had to snap them before somebody made dinner out of them. Finally I reached the mighty Pacific.

 

At the fluid border of where the sand and ocean touch there were these birds running up and down really, really fast. It took me a minute to realize that they were baby seagulls. So tiny and small and afraid of the water. It seemed at times that the ocean would swallow them up with one giant wave - giant compared to their size. But the little guys got away every time. While I was near the ocean I saw some strange things.

 

Seagulls and another kind of bird were fighting each other over an apple. So strange to see an apple at the ocean, so far away from the home it came from. It was an almost whole apple at that, with the blemish of one bite from an anonymous mouth. Perhaps it was a poison apple for a maiden from a wicked step mother??? You never know. At the end, the big guy there hovering above the apple dropped it into the ocean. I suppose the bird believed that it would not be able to enjoy a quiet lunch at peace - so if it could not eat it, no one could. I also found parts of Christmas trees about.

 

You have to wonder "Wow, if part of Christmas can make it to sea, I wonder what else can?". Pretty much anything and everything makes it to the ocean, especially at this beach. 

Dockweiler just happens to be next to a waste management plant. Yet I still see people swimming in that ocean even though the smell can make a chick nauseous. That can't be healthy. I don't care what state regulations are. There is no way you can swim next to a waste plant and come out ok in the long run.

I saw some other strange wildlife - some sort of huge whale that just floats about all day.

What a funny looking creature that just puffs smoke and stays in that exact same spot everyday! Actually, these boats used to be uncommon when I was growing up. You'd only see them during certain seasons and only briefly at that. Now this one is here everyday, disrupting my view of the sunset. I don't know what they are, but a wild guess tells me they have something to do with oil. I got a little bit bored and I started to play with the sand. Here is a smile from me to you. 

 

 

:) I also saw two helicopters flying along the coast, but they moved too fast for my camera to get a picture of them. Now that I do remember seeing everyday at Dockweiler. I think the Helicopters belong to either the police, coast guard, or life guards.

After making my video I decided that it was time to leave, but not before taking a few snaps along the way back. 

 

I think its strange how all the signs say to swim near a lifeguard, but they are never any life guards around when I go to the beach. I have never seen a life guard on the job in my entire life in the Los Angeles area. I do know that they came out with some fancy software that secretly videotapes beach goers. It can even tell the difference between some who is swimming and someone who got a cramp while swimming and is in trouble. But still, I would like to see one just once...

On the way back I spotted some tagging. Funny how humans always mark things that aren't theirs...

 

 

I was so happy when I finally made it up to the top of the bluff.

 

I waved goodbye to the beach and crossed those dangerous obstacles once again. 

There was a lot of trash that I didn't notice before. It was as if someone had just put it there even though I could obviously see it had been there for a while.

 

 

It is because of this trash, this pollution that the state agreed to section off the area across the street.

 

This is all that remains of a development called Palisades Del Rey. There were around 822 residents here. All were forced out by the state in the name of the environment. This was prime real estate - beach front property, central location, ocean front views, close proximity to major highways, and the airport. There was even going to be a golf course. But a little blue butterfly that only exists here got the last laugh.

 

A lot of disgruntled residents claim to have never seen the butterfly and want their land back. I don't know how I would feel if it was me. I used to see the butterfly from time to time as a child, but not anymore. I guess it really did need the protection. The El Segundo Blue Butterfly really is a pretty sight when you see it flying against a background of golden grasses. It flies pretty high in the sky too. It reminds of the goddess Isis because of the association with blue and iridescent things. Conspiracy me would say they took away the land for other reasons and that the airport is going to end up with the land someday. Besides, kicking the residents out could only do so much. Those planes and that airport do so much environmental pollution by just existing alone without operations. But they are not going to shut down one of the world's heaviest airports in the name of a bug. Hmmm... I wonder if we will ever know the real reason. I do hope that someday I see that butterfly again. It would make a pretty nice picture.

The end.

* Note parts of the story may have been exaggerated for flair.

 

Now here is the dark side to the beach.

 

Dockweiler -  Beach of Death

I don't know if these things occur at other beaches, but this is what I do know, partly from fact partly from word on the street. Divers die in these waters all the time. They go in with their expensive equipment to look at things underwater. But they get sucked into the drains of the waste management facility I mentioned earlier. And once you are sucked in, you are pretty much dead.

This beach has also been abused by Greek organizations. A sorority got into some major hell after two pledges died during hazing. I don't know the fully story but it was explained to me like this:

Some sisters blindfolded pledges, drove them to the beach at night, in the rain, during a really bad storm and told them to march. What the pledges did not know was that they were marching into the ocean. If they stopped marching once realizing where they were going, they would lose their chance at joining the sorority. At a point most of the girls were turned around and did a sort of walk/swim back. But one did not. I believe she didn't know how to swim or she really wanted to join this sorority. A current whisked her away. Another pledge tried to save her but those currents are mighty strong. They both drowned. It was a really, really sad event. Newspapers questioned the madness behind this kind of extreme hazing. Some insiders said that it was a tradition that went wrong in irresponsible hands. Every year they did haze the girls in that way, but it was that particular year that they had a bad storm and the water was conditions were questionable. I think hazing is wrong, no matter how you justify it.

There have also been cases of people just disappearing at the beach. There's a rumor that there is a ghost of a little girl that approaches people asking for help. She looks alive. She speaks. She comes up to you and either pokes you or pulls your skirt, pant, or shirt. She asks for help. Usually the person will take her by the hand and walk her towards a life guard (who I never see!!) or start to ask people if this is their little girl. When an official final shows up, the person the person explains the situation. The official says "What little girl?". And the person usually looks behind his or herself and realizes that the child is gone. Sometimes people are found in the pipes of that waste management facility. Sometimes they aren't found at all. It happens often enough that it makes you kinda wonder if something is off with the beach.

Oh and I almost forgot. The beach was known for being gangster's paradise at night. I don't know if it still is because I see a more cops around than I used to, but I think the presence is partly because of 9/11/01. The planes take off so close that you can see the planes' Brazilian waxed butt hole from beach. The police presence is a good side effect if the gangs don't come around as often. But by the fresh colors of the tagging, it appears that they may still be active but not bullying the public.

I hope you enjoyed my tour.