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Dixie currently feels:
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Blog #77
RAW CARROTS
I awoke at around half 7 to start with. I was later told that I had my arms around Shelly's neck and she had to wake me up to get me off her. :)
I went back to sleep - then grandad woke us up at around half 11.
The clocks went forward today - so I've had to faff on with my phone and everything else.
I still need to sort out my Wii and my DS. I'll have to do my Gamecube when I get home.
Thank fuck my PC sorts itself out.
I didn't get a Sunday lunch last week - so I was quite looking forward to today's.
Shelly was surprised by my nana's Sunday tradition - coming in with some meat on a fork for a taste. She's always done it, and as far as I'm guessing - she always will. :)
Rofl - Shelly eats about a half to a third of what I do - yet my nana gave her a 'Dixie-sized portion'.
In effect, she got more than me because I don't eat as many vegetables.
Shelly now thinks I'm even weirder because I hate cooked carrots - so I have a few raw slices on my Sunday lunch. Yes, even with gravy. I don't care if it sounds strange - it be what I like. :)
All day I had to put up with her randomly exclaiming:
"RAW CARROTS!"
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After lunch, I ate some Vienetta ice-cream, then went back to CTR.
Nana and Grandad were watching films all day - so we took advantage of being left alone.
It's so difficult to concentrate on time trials when someone has their fingers inside you. :)
I had to pause it eventually.
I discovered something else that does it for me: watching someone finger me in a mirror.
I don't look at my face - though when I did see, I look proper mental when I'm aroused. :)
I also discovered that with hands the size of mine - it's a pile of piss to fist someone.
I managed to get all four of my fingers AND my thumb inside Shelly - easily.
She managed four inside me - but she did make me bleed again - and it did hurt a little.
I panicked later - as I'd bled on the sheets.
I decided I would keep that a secret - as I was a bit too afraid to admit it to nana.
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Shelly left at around 9, I showered, washed my hair with the raspberry awesomeness - then continued on with CTR.
I got it completed. :)
I never thought I'd be able to get all of the shitty purple tokens - but the purple gem cup was a pile of piss.
You have to race all of the bosses at once, on all four boss tracks.
It's weird - the first boss was the hardest, and the final boss was the easiest, as he kept coming 5th.
So aye, I have another gold completion on my Backloggery. Another shiny 100% completion.
I wish all games said 100%. It would be very nice to see. :)
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Dixie currently feels:
Depressed
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Blog #28
Ash to the slaughter!
I figured how to solve the white noise problem on my radio alarm.
The station was tuned to NOTHING. So I just had a faff on with it, switched it to SOMETHING.
Now I keep getting woken up by some random woman ranting on about traffic jams and spending time with her grandma - but it's better than shitty white noise.
Dad took me to college - then I sat around playing Solitaire on my iPod - waiting for my appointment with Dianne.
They're starting to become more meaningful now we've started looking deeper into previous occurances - mainly life between 5 and 15.
All seems reasonable - and I didn't cry this week, so that was good.
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I retreated back to the table I was previously sat on - reverted back to Solitaire - thus proper kaning my iPod battery even more.
Ashleigh turned up - talked with her for 20 minutes before her Art lesson. Shelly appeared too - and Zoe soon followed. The last time Zoe sat with us, I didn't speak.
I seemed in a weird mood today - I didn't stop talking.
I didn't stop laughing either - she had me in constant fits - her accent is hilarious and she comes out with some really random shit as well.
And she bestowed the title of "most random person she's ever spoken to" onto me. :)
I responded to this with a 5 minute silence, then turning to Shelly and saying: "...ARE YOU GONNA SELL YOUR CRABS ON EBAY?!" - Zoe pissed. :)
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Initiating our usual plan - we went into town - I got another orgasmic sandwich, only to be verrrrrrrry disappointed.
There was too much mustard in it - thus making everything soggy and a weird colour and taste.
For my Photography project - I had to venture into the Dundas butchers - buy yet another pig's heart.
This one was 47p - but it was considerably larger than the previous one.
Returning to college - we sat around munching on various chocolate products we'd all gotten from Home Bargains.
On the way back, Ashleigh had kept randomly breaking off squares of Bournville - handing them to me over her shoulder. She chose the best times too - under Albert Bridge and the walkway before college. Usually at these places, I start to ache - mainly my arms and my shoulders from maintaining the wheelchair pushing posture for too long. :)
I got some Highland Toffee - but it was too cold, so it was hard and snapped into little pieces, rather than melted and went all gooey. I should have kept it warm in my pocket or summat...
Oh, and I got a marshmallow-filled chocolate egg - it was called summat Princess - so I kept saying: "OOOH LOL I'M A PRETTY PRINCESS..." - then naturally, pissing myself laughing.
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When Photography arrived - thankfully I was made to work in the art rooms - and everyone else sodded off to town.
I had to share a camera with Ash, since she was working inside for her project too.
This wasn't bad - Ash and I can co-operate, and when she was taking her photos, it gave me a chance to make alterations to my compositions.
Paul had set up a plank of wood over a wooden frame for me to work on - and this was positioned beside the computer line.
There was initially a gap between myself and the others working on the computers - but then this random lass came and sat beside me on one of the PCs.
I really must have been hyper from the chocolate and Coke - I turned to her, smiled and said: "I hope you don't have a weak stomach."
She goes: "...Not really, no... Why?"
I raise the bag slightly.
"...What's in that? ...WHAT'S IN THAT?! WHAT'S IN THAT?!!!!"
I was seriously pissing myself by this point.
"...A pig's heart."
"A pig's heart?! Are you SERIOUS?! OH MY GOD, REALLY?!"
I was seriously in fits - more so when I took it out and laid it out on my composition.
I'd taken along a bottle of the golden syrup blood too.
I expected to use all of it, but I only used 1/4 of the bottle - a little goes a long way, so it seems.
I took the first photos of just the heart with blood drizzled over it - then Paul gave me a Stanley knife and told me to slice it apart.
...Oh nice one, I thought.
I was right to think that - I don't mind holding it - and I can tolerate the smell (for a little while...) - but once I drove the blade into it - it was tough, gristly - and the more I sliced through the thick flesh, the more fluids from inside dribbled everywhere and the stronger the scent became.
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This heart-slicing lark went on for around 40 minutes - then I got another idea of what to use some blood for.
I turned to my camera-sharing-partner, shook the bottle and smiled.
She assured me it was fine - so I found a paperclip, twisted it into the shape of a hook and bent it around her bottom lip. Then I found an easel clip and she clipped it to her left ear.
I used a hard paintbrush and spread the blood around her lips - being careful to catch the drips in the bottle.
Here's the result:
The idea is - the easel clip looks similar to that of the tags they attatch to the ears of cattle/pigs/etc before they're slaughtered. This symbolises the element of butchery in my project, as well as representing the loss of dignity, rights and freedom. It also shows some significance of Ashleigh being treated as an animal.
The paperclip "meathook" actually stopped Ash from talking - which also ties in with the loss of dignity anfd rights that the clip represented - but the contrast of flesh and steel is a nice touch.
Steel on flesh is a symbol of torture, restraint, harm and punishment.
Aye - now if I can turn all that rambling into a detailed analysis in my sketchbook - I SHALL BE ROLLING IN MARKS. :)
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Oh, and here's some of the heart:
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...is waiting for me downstairs. I'll be back later on. :)
The True Story of the Three Little Pigs
(And unless you have been a vegan your entire life, I don’t want to hear any whining)
Many problems are caused when non native species get loose in the wild. The bird population in Australia has been decimated by feral cats, the American Lobster is destroying the Scandinavian coast line and here in the US we are host to an estimated 50,000 invasive species. Of course some of these uninvited guests are worse than others. One of the more prolific and destructive of invasive animals in our area is feral hogs. This problem started when domesticated pigs were turned loose to forage in the wild, as well as, when a few escaped pigs formed breeding colonies in wild areas. The feral hogs, which can grow up to 1,200 pounds, are extensively damaging to the local eco-system. Their omnivorous diet, aggressive behavior and their feeding method of rooting in the ground all combine to severely alter ecosystems unused to pigs. Pigs will even eat small animals and destroy nests of ground nesting birds. The Invasive Species Specialist Group lists feral pigs on the list of the world's 100 worst invasive species and says about them: “Feral pigs like other introduced mammals are major drivers of extinction and ecosystem change. They have been introduced into many parts of the world, and will damage crops and home gardens as well as potentially spreading disease. They uproot large areas of land, eliminating native vegetation and spreading weeds. This results in habitat alteration, a change in plant succession and composition and a decrease in native fauna dependent on the original habitat.”
That being said, we can move on to the story.
Here at the local State park there has been an outbreak of feral pigs. And during the past winter the park management was able to capture quite a few of the wild pigs and destroy them. In the process of the wild hog round up, they caught three baby pigs. In a wave of compassion the decision was made to spare the little piglets the pain of starving to death without their mothers, so the baby pigs were placed in a large pen, where they were bottle fed until they were big enough to eat solid food. The baby pigs grew rapidly and were soon consuming up to 50 pounds of corn a day. Well with that much corn going in one end, something had to be coming out the other and that stuff coming out of the backside put together with all of the rain we wear having this spring, combined to make a large stinking mud hole just out side the back door of the person taking care of the piglets. As the flies grew worse and worse, a power struggle ensued in the household, as to who’s job it should be to clean out the pig pen and then dispatch the piglets, which were still pretty cute, but were getting larger, more aggressive and smellier. The result ended up being that nobody cleaned the pen and the piglets were just tuned loose. For a while just letting roam free seemed to have solved the problem. They would wander around the area, foraging for food, lying in shade and come “home” in the evenings for supper and to frolic in the lawn sprinklers. They were still skittish and wild, but it was pretty cute when they would come up and beg for food. Their favorite piggy treat being cheetos, of course. It seemed like the perfect happy ending. But that was really just the beginning of the problems. As the piglets grew larger, they became also more inquisitive and began traveling farther and farther from the house. Until they roamed far enough, that they found that the best place for a little extra food, was not at their house, but at the picnic area of the park. There they gorged themselves on half eaten sandwiches, oreo cookies, and other detritus found in a typical picnic area. While some of the park patrons found this highly entertaining, it was definitely a problem. The pigs were becoming more aggressive and less fearful of people, which in turn was starting to scare the hell out of the visitors to the park. The situation was a bad deal all the way around. While for the time being the pigs were not particularly dangerous, as they grew that situation would change for the worse. The decision was made to kill the pigs, before they became a real danger.
That’s where I came in. I thought since the pigs were going to die, it would be a real shame to waste the meat. So I volunteered to take care of the problem pigs. The pigs were captured and lured into a large dog carrier. After that, I loaded the pigs into the back of my Jeep and hauled them out to the farm. (We decided that the State Park would probably not be the best place to butcher a bunch of hogs) Once at the farm I was joined by a co-worker, who is excellent at handling meat and we prepared an area to deal with the pigs. Once the area was prepared, we removed the first piglet from the cage. I quickly shut the cage door and grabbed the hind legs of the pig as my co-worker (Beto) held on tightly to the pigs ears. After I got a firm grasp on the pig Beto took hold of the pig’s front legs and we heaved it onto a metal work table. We positioned the pig on its side and I pinned its hind legs with one hand and with the other hand locked its left front leg onto its back. While I wrestled to muddy, little piglet to the table Beto inserted a long knife into the pigs exposed heart. The pig’s death came quickly. Of course it felt like hours, as I held the piglet close and its life ebbed away. As the pig expired, I said a few comforting words of thanks to the animal that was giving its life, so that we may eat. I then placed some tobacco in its mouth, as we moved on to the two other pigs. After repeating this process a couple more times, it was time to actually butcher the animals. I held the pigs up as Beto tied one of their hind legs to a mesquite branch. We then proceeded to skin and gut the pigs as they hung swinging from the mesquite tree.
This brings me to another point that I would like to make. I think that anyone who decides to eat meat, should be willing to butcher their own animals. I feel that you develop a much greater understanding what it takes to consume this resource, when you reach inside an animal with bare hands and pull its still warm guts out and onto the ground. In today’s day and age, too many people seem to think that meat just appears in the refrigerated cases on Styrofoam trays at their local big box store. I think that if a person can not face the reality of just exactly where meat comes from, then they have no business at all eating meat.
Now my freezer is full of chops, cutlets, roasts, and ribs. Some of which I’ll thaw out and cook for my birthday party on Sunday. Let me know if you can make it over and I’ll set out an extra rack of ribs for you.
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