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Friday, 1st March 2019

Okay so I haven’t bothered to write lately because I’ve been busy watching TV and masturbating excessively.

I’ve also been drawing which isn’t exactly geared towards maintaining a running commentary.

For a while there I was playing an online wargame that got pretty addictive indeed: a civilization-building game that sees you gather resources to build your city and amass military troops to attack and defend against other online players and it was excellent for a while, until it wasn’t, then one morning I woke up and just didn’t feel like logging on just to farm and amass troops anymore.

Still, I miss some of the conversations, and miss the energy of conversation with Tais, but the game just got boring, nobody was online at the same time anymore and without the strategy chat and social aspect there was no point playing anymore.

For another thing the site is due to be paid again and without the money to pay it, it’ll simply be suspended and marked for deletion by my web server providers which meant there’s little point writing anything if it’s all about to be deleted anyway.

As it is I *think* I might be able to save it again, but I’m still not entirely sure.

Since starvation has been my only friend the majority of the last six months, I have decided to switch to the dehydrated food I ate while camping during the 16-months in the valley. It wasn’t the best diet, but can’t have been the worst and I certainly didn’t feel or look unhealthy even after over a year of eating the same shit you see in the photo above.

I know this diet very well, having spent over a year learning which foods work in the middle of nowhere for ten days straight. The difference being that back then I was limited by pack space as to how much food I could squeeze in: now, I don’t need to worry about that at all. I’ve even got a second bedroom I could fill with food theoretically, so I can store pretty much unlimited food.

Listen to me, like some WW2-era survivor wanting to pile up on food in case the nazi’s come back!

I’m going to be eating a lot of noodles with dried asian add-ins, but having literally not a scrap to eat over the past four or five days, I am better off eating noodles loaded with other dried shit than a mug of hot water with a herbal tea-bag in it, so that’s what we’ll do.

Back to the food.

Actually not back to the food.. here’s my “action-item list”. I was going to write it on some paper on the wall but here will do since I’m, here.

    • Minimize emotional investment: In her, of course: I’ll just blank my mind every time I start thinking about it, instead of allowing the thought to move to the front and start snowballing, which is what anyones brain does thinking about anything it feels strongly about.
    • Start hoarding food: Not that I’ve ever really cared about food. I like it but I’m not a fat chick in love with scrummies.. it’s just food, but having nothing at all to eat for days on end has to have errosive effects on anyones health. I’ll continue taking multi-vitamins to suppliment the camping foods. I’ll focus on raw ingredients: sugar, flour, oil, yeast, dried herbs and veges and dried milk and maybe even dried eggs, since they’re about the same price as a dozen fresh eggs and last forever in the cupboard.
    • Continue drawing: The drawings I’ve done recently are probably about 5% of my ability, but with no target woman to impress I am simply forcing myself to draw anything – simply to try and teach myself some discipline, because I generally have uh, none.
    • Get another job: I do actually want another job, I just don’t want to get up at 3:00 AM, and as nice as it is to have the money, manual jobs like cleaning are not only tiring, they’re repetitious to the point of dehumanization. On the pro side, cleaning keeps you pretty fuckin fit.
    • Start saving money: With the discipline gained from forcing myself to draw daily, I’ll start saving money instead of wasting it on new toys and sparkly things.

There they are and they actually tasted excellent.

Tell you what I’ll do actually, is leave the site’s fate to you: all of the best writing I’ve done here has always been written for you or directed at you, and $500 will give my hoard of food a good kickstart plus mean not running out of everything. Shit, I might even get some energy to do something with a consistent nutritional intake.

So you can save it if you want there to be more to read, or let it be deleted for non-payment.

We have until the 16th of this month.

Up to you โฃ

Tuesday, 5th March 2019

The site is going down: I need food and shit too much to spend every last cent I’ve got renewing, and nobody else cares enough to contribute so there ya go.

We’re not talking “down” until I can pay it, but scheduled for complete deletion and I sure as shit won’t be starting another site from scratch when this one is gone.

Meantime though, I’ve got it in my head to start learning how to brew my own fermented soft drinks..

From left to right we have spiced ginger beer, brewed cola and creaming soda, all made to traditional recipes with nothing but fresh ingredients..

And here’s a bee I drew.

Thursday, 7th March 2019

..pink raspberry lemonade with fresh lemon and raspberry.

I only cooked it up last night so it’s still hyper-sweet, but the yeast will reduce that sugar content in the next day or two.

Easy as, tastes excellent.

Saturday, 9th March 2019

With 7 days to go this’ll probably be my last post, so goodbye it’s been a mixed blessing writing for you.

The on/off/on/off woman can pack up and go too, which she will since the site has kept us connected for three years: even through arguments that lasted months, she’d be able to read here to find out anything I was doing, so once that’s gone there’ll less contact and less contact ultimately leads to less point in staying in contact.

Just as well I guess, since she’s been completely useless to be on any human level for far too long.

Here’s some bread I baked last night though while I’m here..

Lovely bread .. tastes like a dinner roll, and it’s only flat like that because I baked it in a steel mixing bowl.

I’m trying to find the best tasting fluffy bread so I can learn it in and out and make it without the need for measuring or recipes or any if that bullshit.

Here’s orange and honey before the second rise..

The ginger beer has been in the cupboard for 6 days now, and there’s no taste of sugar in there at all anymore.

More like ginger wine, it tastes and after half a bottle I’m already starting to get a bit pissed, so I’ll finish this off then drink the creaming soda which is only vanilla and raspberry flavored, but was bottled on the same day as the ginger beer with more sugar.

Carbonation is minimal, because I’ve left the caps off the bottles to prevent explosion and good thing: they would’ve exploded on thre second day if I’d left them sealed.

Seriously, just boil everything that goes in the bottle, add some yeast and in a week or so you’ve got you’re own 100% natural beer in any flavour you like – go try it.

I don’t know why any idiot would pay $5/ beer when you can probably make a cartoon for just a bit of yeast and $2: worth of sugar.. oop! The bread!

I’ve got two loaves going tonight.


I haven’t even tasted the creaming soda, but I don’t imagine – fermented to the point of zero sugar – vanilla will taste that awesome mm.

I need to drink two bottles anyway to make the bottles empty for the next batch: ginger beer and raspberry, it will be.

The bread turned out excellent, but I’m leaving the second loaf an extra hour – just to learn what effect that has on the dough.

Anyway, there’s dinner, suck me off: 100% natural, and though it’s only bread and ginger beer I made both food and drink from scratch.

Sunday, 10th March 2019

I’ve still got a slight headache at 4:00pm, and may have had one too many, but didn’t realize that until I stood up to walk in the kitchen but managed to slam into the door frame instead, before losing balance backwards.

Lucky the front door caught me, but my shoulder still hurts from the edge of the door frame.

Incidentally, I’m going to stop smoking and ordered $200 worth of e-liquids, which seems like a lot of money to any typically closed-minded non-smoker, but having recently got to the point of having no eliquid left at all yeah whatever I’ll do what I fuckin like until I’ve got somebody to behave any better for ???

Okay everyone, I’ve saved the site and have just exported ALL my posts from here then uploaded them to the new site.

Suck my dick, whoever didn’t care – you know who you are.

Here’s the new site address..

http://psychaesthetic.x10host.com

I’ll move the domain name on payday and instead of paying over $550, it’ll cost me just $15 for my domain renewal: the new host is free.

Now to download and upload the pages..

I still need to fuck around a bit with the layout and add a few things, plus re-sort the catagories, I guess, or not, but I’m simply going to switch to updating here instead of there so bookmark this site and start returning here to catch-up on the train wreck that is my current life, unfold.

Monday, 11th March 2019

Only reason I bothered going out today: what is home-made bread without butter, right?

Alright I’m back home and have found the catch to such easy cross-server data migration: the images are all still coming from psychaesthetic.com – that’s right the image source for every photo is the old site, which obviously needs to be sorted before Friday or Saturday.

I should be able to find a tool that’ll import the photos, but if I can’t I’ll have to download ALL media (countless gigabytes, since each photo is around 7mb a piece) then manually upload and replace them.

That’s an *arduous* task given there are hundreds of photos and some of those homeless posts contain two dozen photos individually, so we’ll see what I can get done before the end of the week but if worse comes to worse I’ll download the whole lot Friday then start replacing them here at my ah, leisure.

God I’ve got a big dick – I’m sure it gets larger the older I get.

At least all my writing has been copied over and is safe, that’s the most important thing with hundreds of thousands of words over the last four years, but this site has always been a photo-diary too: the photos explicitely illustrate the writing, so the images have to be preserved too.

First thing’s first though: I’ve gotta get thumbnails in the posts listing – it’s just a bit dull with only text.

Fuck, I cannot express my relief that I bothered spending that whopping 10 minutes googling server alternatives.

Good lord that’s nice .. it’s two days old though: I can have fresher than that.

I’ll make a fresh plain loaf in a minute with the butter instead of oil and minus the orange rind and with a touch less sugar – have it while it’s still warm out the oven slathered in butter.

There’s an ad on TV, where a place called “GoDaddy” claims anybody can create a website in under one hour – isn’t that adorable ๐Ÿ™‚

True too, anyone can with a little website provider like that, but they don’t tell you that a website is absolutely worthless if there’s no content, and any original content takes constant input for a lot more than an hour.

An empty site with a shitty generic theme – you can make one of those in an hour, certainly.

Check out the stupidly fluffy bubbles going on in this. It’s since been punched, flattened, rolled, cut in half, pinched and I’ll now leave them another hour or more before finishing them off in the oven.

Yeah when I started this site in 2011 or ’12, I was naturally full-on obsessed with how it looked and all the flashy bells and whistles, because I had nothing on the site really. I even installed and test-drove several site building platforms then uninstalled them before finally sticking with wordpress and that’s the same installation I’m still using now.

Once I’d moved to the Blue Mountains and started writing and adding photos I had to change the theme to be dark for maximum battery life in the middle of a rainforest, then wrote my own theme from scratch – also the same theme I’m still using now: Psychaesthetic Dark.

There was going to be a light theme, but it seemed illogical to bother: lighter screen, more glare and eye strain and far less phone battery charge.

Once I’d started getting into the Rainforest Journals though, I just stopped giving a shit about how slick the site looked because I had something for people to read – a diary with photos – but I always am very disappointed when I go back and see how short those posts were compared to the epic 20,000 word novellas I went on to write while homeless.

Then I didn’t write anything or even visit the site for ages – I was busy chasing my own tail over that little bitch and was working – until I cracked it at the bitch and tried to blackmail her into cooperation by threatening to quit my job, which she called my bluff on and voila: she also watched while I became homeless without even mumbling an “I love you don’t!” and that looked like a good enough reason to start another round of writing, hence the Homeless Journals.

Thing is though, when I started writing that, I found I could write better than I could back when I typed out the Rainforest Journals, and the longer I wrote the better and more succinctly I could write – for better OR worse.

Some of the negative posts I’ve written I’ve actually deleted myself because they were so full of nastiness and so toxic they just had to go, and – conversely – some of the positive entries I’ve posted have been so soft and vulnerable I deleted them too.

So for ALL the emotional fluctuations in the spectrum of good and bad writing I’ve done, even the worst posts still listed are tame by comparison to the high and low extremes I’ve deleted completely, though I should really leave them in place.

That wasn’t even my point though.

My point was that at some point I started caring so much more about what I was writing and deleting and reading back over the text to see that it reads well enough to be at least mildly amusing, I just stopped caring in the slightest about the site looking slick, and I still don’t care – as long as the lay-out is neat enough to be functional I don’t need to care about how pretty the site looks, especially with all the pretty photos – photos I’ve grown so much better at capturing too since I started the site all those years ago.

Flawless: so soft it bends like a little pillow when you hold it, and slightly sweet like a KFC dinner bun.

That’s one out. The second is still rising, because I know yeast can survive a week in a bottle of sugary water and if yeast can last that long in a bottle they can go for longer than the standard two hours rise-time in most white bread recipes: long as there’s still sugar in the dough they’ll keep on pumping out the bubbles.

No hurry to cook it I mean: since the first loaf is cooked and cooling we’ll just let the second loaf continue another hour or so.

There’ll be less sugar in the second loaf, but probably not that much.

Tuesday, 12th March 2019

Bitch I love you. When are you going to snap out of it and stop being such a cow?

*** Little pig, little pig, open up or I’ll blow your house down! ***

I’m tired of playing the big bad wolf, though I do emphasize with him: both he and I have spent far too long banging on the same door and just like the wolf all I want to fuckin do is come inside and eat you.

Speaking of little pigs, she’s told me she cannot access the site through her home wifi connection, though she can connect to the site just fine through the mobile network on her phone.

Not having a broadband connection at all myself I always use mobile data and always edit this on my phone and always have, so I can’t compare broadband connectivity with anyone.

Anyone else having issues loading this site since it’s moved to the new server?

Oh right, nobody can reply – that’s too bad, that ๐Ÿ™‚

I’ll just assume everyone’s fine except her for now anyway, since I’ve stil got a lot of photos and images to move across from the old server.

I have noticed a 508 Resource Error that pops up occasionally, but not persistently and not very often which is a minuscule price to pay to have the site hosted free – especially when the majority of “free” server space online inflicts inline ads, popups and other annoying shit nobody wants on their screen.

Sort it out later, that’s what we’ll do.

I love the fresh wordpress installation: without all the alterations it’s much cleaner, faster and easier to write and I hadn’t updated wordpress on the old server for donkeys, so it’s like sitting down to use a brand new windows installation, or a new mobile phone.

*** This little piggy went wee-wee-wee-wee, all the way home ***

Cult of the Family’s on ABC tonight at 8:30PM: the latest three-part installment in the crime series that preceded with that olympic bitch who murdered her baby after aborting like 50 pregnancies because they were inconvenient and got in the way of her sporting accomplishments – Kelli Lane, that’s her: all the gold medals in the world, yet look what a peice of shit that bitch is.

She’s still in jail, and I certainly believed she was guilty by the time I’d watch all three episodes. The defenses big defense was that they never found the babies body, but really a baby isn’t very big and very easy to vanish.

Suffocate it, chop it, cook and feed it to the dog: bleach then dispose of any cooking equipment plus the dogs shit and it’s like no baby ever happened and a snake like Keli Lane would have no issue getting one of her dumbshit boyfriends to do all that for her.

Course you’d have to be a bit more meticulous in your planning in actuality, but it’s still not much meat to dispose of.

Then they had the 3-part special on that blonde teenage chick who was grabbed, raped and murdered.. Trudi Someone: she wasn’t a nasty slut like Kelli Lane, just an attractive woman unlucky enough to be crossing a street alone at the same time a serial rapist and murderer was out looking for a victim in that neighborhood.

Police never found any of the victims bodies even after 20 years, and the rapist died in prison on other charges, so he got away scot-free with raping and murdering who knows how many women.

Poppy’s foot is framed and on my ex’s wall.

I’ve imported most of the photos and images without needing to actually download them all to my phone: rather they just copied from server->server online.

I found the photo above of one drawing I actually tried to do well, of Poppys’ foot while she was sitting next to me on the lounge one day – no photo, no reference, just the dog, sitting still long enough for me to draw it.

The dog herself: Poppy

Wednesday, 13th March 2019

My drug dealer has got me a fridge, I’m just waiting for him to get here so I can go grab it and carry it up with him.

Good fridge for nothing though: most the fridges I’ve seen at op-shops are only slightly bigger than a bar fridge – this one’s a normal full-sized fridge and came pre- cleaned.

Glad I didn’t listen to the bitch and actually buy a fridge with that $500, though it isn’t the first time in recent memory taking her advice would’ve been a dumb thing to do.

Thursday, 14th March 2019

They’re ya go..

We’re at Centrelink this morning to change the repayment amount for the loan – that’s right, I’ve had to leave the house..

Annoying as it is, it’s still easier than dragging my arse up a big hill every morning at sunrise to clean some arseholes building and cleaning some arseholes building is no more satisfying than sitting on my arse.

Still I’ve gotta get a job eventually: can’t sit around in a puddle of my own juices forever – semen is the most resource-hungry bodily fluid produced by any animal you know – though even that’s more satisfying than playing the dumb worker-ant for fuck all extra money. 

Better take a photo of something while I’m here: because. 

I’d also better write myself a shopping list too: now I’ve finally got a fridge I can buy meat, cheese, icecream and whatever other minced, processed animal parts people store in fridges.

I predict I’ll be more than happy to eat meat for quite a while…

Wine? Beer? Or Alcoholic soft-drink?

And there’s the Lemon & Raspberry fermented up for a full week: tastes very much alcoholic but lovely, and though I won’t be scoffing it down because I hate hangovers, I will certainly be making more. 

Friday, 15th March 2019

Okay I’ve been and done shopping and came back with two jumbo packs of sausages, because memories of how amazing those sausages I stole at TAFE when I was starving still make them my current preference: I don’t give a shit if they’re made of minced-up animal dicks, lips and noses they’re fucking awesome and with so many fat-shit vegetarians waddling around, I do not subscribe to horseshit about how superfood the great vege-diet of the masses is.

If you’re sporting skin as pale as death, black circles around baggy eyes and have to load each vegetarian wonder-meal so full of fat just to make it not taste like shit you need to run all day just to burn off the fat before it stacks-up, I cannot envision any logical reason to proclaim that as a healthy diet.

Maybe it is when it’s salad and beans with nothing but lemon juice for flavor, but the vegetarian meals I’ve seen to date are far from wholesome salady goodness and like the grey-skinned wankers who shuffle in and out the local food co-op here in town looking like absolute shit, you’ve really gotta wonder why some people feel it imperative they treat a meat-free diet like some kind of higher-calling from god.

*** Like born-again-christians ***

Of course we all secretly know it’s much more about being part of a trendy ‘clique’ than about either diet or animal rights, but eliminating a food group that’s been a key mechanic im human development since we were little more than salamanders fighting to crawl out the great swamp? Genius!

Why pay any attention to millions of years of dietary evolution when we now have a whopping twenty years of scientific theory and interwebz? Again, there’s some real genius at work there.

The wool of social fashion has been pulled so tightly over some peoples eyes they literally cannot see simple logic to save themselves and it’s truly vomit-inducing to see how far some people will go to fit in with like-minded fools who’ll dive into anything that looks like it might make them appear just that little bit more special to the ‘great unwashed’ around them: yet the great unwashed ARE the very people I’m talking about – people who’ll do anything to make themselves feel superior to the common carnivorous plebs still eating meat like humans have evolved over countless millenia to do.

Astonishing how mindless some people can be.

I’m unsure why the SSL certificate isn’t active for psychaesthetic.net, but I’ve just installed it for the domain and if it still doesn’t show me the sparkly green padlock by tomorrow I’ll start reading up on fixes.

Right now I’ve got my wholemeal bread rising: wholemeal bread to wrap around the sausages I’ll be stuffing down my throat for dinner later and honestly, any meat at all would suffice since I haven’t had any iron in my diet whatsoever for months now: not even a ham sandwich.

The omnipotent green padlock: certifying that every last byte of data send to or from the site is secured with bank-grade 256bit encryption: nobody can intercept any information coming or going from this site ๐Ÿ˜‰

Of course, outside of passwords and the like, anyone can read pretty much anything here since everything is open to the public anyway, but I like the almighty green padlock and dislike the ugly broken red one ๐Ÿ˜‰

I’m very agitated today and I’m unsure why.

Could simply be because I’ve run out of 420, or the fact I only got 2-3 hours sleep, OR the fact that there’s still a few things to sort with this relocated server thing but that last one shouldn’t be the cause: in one day I’ve got my premium hosting, got my second domain registered and the DNS lookup servers have already indexed it plus I’ve registered and installed the SSL certificate which has now gone live and everything’s pretty functional.

All for a massive initial outlay of a dizzying $25AUD ๐Ÿ˜Ž

The last thing bugging me about the site is WordPress installed with it’s default maximum file upload size of a ridiculous 2mb but that’s not hard to fix really, though it has to be fixed: have a look at the average size of even a mobile phone photo these days – they’re 5-7mb each so I can’t freely take photos and shove em in posts until I’ve dug around the php files with FTP and changed the code to set it to unlimited.

I should create slick, shiny sites for other people: that’d sure as shit pay better than cleaning toilets or mopping up other idiots slop.

Maybe I’m hungry, that could be it, but I know that will be well taken care of in a minute.

Maybe it’s because I’m a generally malcontented cranky fuckhead ๐Ÿ™‚

I’ll boil the sausages I think: save all that horrid greasy shit spattering all over the stove.

Dunno. Who gives a shit: it’s probably a combination of the above.

34 guests! That tells me those of you who are readers have migrated over with the rest of the site – good job lurkers! ๐Ÿ™‚

My bread is ready for the oven..

Incidentally, I bought this today along with the other things on my shopping list: a 5kg jumbo bag of flour..

I started learning to make bread over a year ago in the little cabin on the other side of town, and though I became distracted in my pursuit of also learning to bake buttery shortbread biscuits, it didn’t take long to get the hang of bread.

Though making your own bread from scratch every time you want it is a bit of an inconvenience, I have always found that whenever I buy the stuff, half the loaf inevitably ends up sitting on the table going stale, then gets tossed in the bin – only to be replaced by another loaf that’s fresh for a day or two before that goes in the trash too.

Although bread isn’t expensive, and while flour+yeast+oil+sugar plus other ingredients no doubt works out to be at least the same price if not more expensive than simply buying the shit, the fact I need to actually make it before I can eat it means there’s so much less waste because I can make less and throw out less.. hang on..

And finally, though I’m already full from the sausages I sampled beforehand ..

Okay I’ve changed the php settings and up’ed the file upload size limit from 2mb to 1024mb, so I shouldn’t be shunted by that file-exceeds-limit bullshit.

Now to test it with a photo of a Poppy..

Gorgeous dog, she is.

Night Lurkers ๐Ÿ™‚

Saturday, 16th March 2019

Gravy and sausages tonight, and I haven’t updated today because I’ve registered a developer API key with google so I can use their fonts, though there’s about 600 so it’s hard to pick ones from a scrolling list that massive but I’ve also been editing the site’s stylesheets because the theme needs a change.

God bless’em, they’re all still at it ๐ŸŽฎ

Goin to make gravy.

Miraculously, just as I was thinking *** the gravy will be like, just white and not look right at all *** it occured to me I’d bought a bottle of Parisian Browning Essence to make that Cola a week or two ago so my gravy will not only be flavoured with meat juices from the sausages, it’ll be the perfect colour too!

How fuckn awesome is that! ๐Ÿ™ƒ

I’ll make extra so I can mop it up with last nights’ home-baked bread and butter and I’ve just remembered I bought ten packets of chicken stock while at the shop last week on-special for $0.10c per box, and chicken gravy would go with oven roast potatoes like bread goes with butter..

I’m also going to cut my hair tonight because it’s starting to look a bit sheep-dog, and though I’ve got the electric trimmer, winter is coming and I don’t want it that short.

First gravy from scratch, ever.

My god, is there anything I cannot do brilliantly when I bother to do something? I’ve already chopped the leftover sausages from last night, tossed them in the pan and eaten it all. If only it wasn’t pissing rain all day I could’ve gone for potatoes – that would’ve been a perfect meal.

I believe trendy “foodie” wankers call that comfort food and was it ever: I could’ve simply chopped and boiled the potatoes, since there was plenty of flavor in the sausages and gravy.. that was excellent.

Nutmeg was the only spice I added to the gravy apart from salt and if I weren’t already nicely filled I’d go cook more sausages right now and more gravy from the juices.

Beeeeeeautiful..

Alright coffee, then haircut and a shower..

Sunday, 17th March 2019

The coffee, haircut and shower happened exactly as planned.

Since I moved-in here there’s been a leak in the kitchen coming from the stove and anytime I forget to turn the valve off when I’m done cooking at night, I get up in the morning and find the whole place stinks like gas.

Last night I forgot to turn it off again and though I closed the kitchen door before bed, the moment I walked in the smell hit me – even with both windows open all night.

It’s not enough to be flammable or I’d already have blown the windows out smoking, but it could explain why I wake up with a headache more often here than anywhere else I’ve ever slept and though I should call and have them come and fix it, that would mean having some arsehole in my kitchen half the day plus having to empty the cupboards – I don’t want either.

Hang on..

Yeah right so it’s pissing rain again today but I want potatoes among other things so I’m simply going to have to go out there.

Well, I don’t really have to go out .. depends how bad I want potatoes…

2:36 PM..

I wanted potatoes bad enough, plus stocked-up on cheese, milk, coffee and sugar.

Chick at Coles was nice enough to understand how it pissed me off that I forgot to ask for the two rubber sticky toys they’ve got on promotion at the moment and she tossed a few extra in my bag while I was there.

There’s the little rubber sticky promotional gimmicks one of our chain of supermarkets are peddling, and though they’re stupid and I don’t care about them at all, those little figurines bare witness to how much I’ve spent on food lately: every $30 you spend gets you one free sticky character. Maybe that’s why I love them mm.

I’ll bring back you’re Tupperware container tomorrow Mandy: I’ve not darkened the door of that cesspit of human filth since I walked out of there last year with the shits so I’m not about to lower myself to going back again now.

And woman #7, though I’ve no reason to give a shit about you’re peace of mind since you’ve never given a shit about mine, you can calm down: I’m only dropping off a cake container not going over to fuck the woman – don’t pitch a fit.

Brian is here! ๐Ÿ™‚

I’d be lying if I said I missed the excruciatingly protracted conversations Brian and I used to have, I cannot help but smile when I see him around: still hunched, still looks 100 years old and still like him because he’s still intellectually curious ๐Ÿ™‚

He’s over by the photocopy machine – trying to get it to work. ๐Ÿ™‚

Speak of the devil he’s come over to talk to me..

4:33 PM..

I’ve only just finished talking to Brian now, but what a multi- dimensional conversation that was and not half as boring as chat with Brian used to be: now I often don’t even use my voice anymore for a week at a time the extended conversation was actually interesting.

He even asked me if I wanted to go for a coffee or something when the libary was closing, but I declined the offer, telling him I only came into town for potatoes and that I’ve already been in here two hours longer than I’d planned to be though if I didn’t have a backpack heavily weighed-down with over 7kg of food I probably would’ve.

Now to get home, dry off and finish choosing fonts for the theme.

6:57 PM..

I’ve installed a basic chat script that will allow anybody to leave me a message anytime they like: if I’m online I can reply instantly, if I’m offline you can leave a message.

Just tap the green button at the lower-right of the page and enter your name ๐Ÿ™‚

7:55 PM..

But wait! There’s more!

I’ve gotta make chicken gravy wait..

Potatoes with chicken gravy and home-baked wholemeal bread and butter for dinner tonight.

Dinner turned out lovely – like there was ever any doubt it would ๐Ÿ˜Ž

The gravy-of-the-night was chicken with fresh minced garlic, thyme, butter and of course chicken stock and though the potatoes were simply boiled they suited and diluted the rich buttery sauce that smothered them just perfectly.

The bread is two days old now, so that wasn’t quite what I’d classify as the highlight but it’s still perfectly edible and the sweet dinner-roll flavor of the loaf breaks up the savoury of the gravy itself.

I’m messing around trying different live chat scripts to find one I like best, because not only can anybody reading the site leave messages OR chat live with me when I’m here updating or editing, I’ve realized it could also be quite useful for me to use as a notepad, upload photos and other files, write shopping lists to and add anything else that’s short and sweet since the moment I send a message it gets saved to the site so purely for my own practical benefit it’s useful.

I’ve gotta go to bed soon, so I’ll keep messing around with it until I start getting tired though I’ve gotta say I feel infinitely more energetic and better generally since eating real food for just a few days now.

I suspect the iron content in the sausages might have deserve the lions’ share of credit for that – considering how long it’d been since I last ate anything at all with iron in it.

So nice to have a woman who’s at least cared enough the last six months to make me come over her place so she could rest easy knowing I’d at least occasionally had a plate of healthy food to stop me growing sick from malnutrition, huh? Especially considering the woman I’ve spent years funneling all my time and effort into knows so much about healthy eating she’s practically a dietitian.

Oh wait, right, “Go and get your own shit it’s not my problem” is the depth of care I’ve received.

Speaking of you: it’s almost 5:00 AM and I’ve gotta get some sleep, but before I go where have I seen *this* before…

Like an elephant, I never forget a thing. ..except important, practical, useful things I actually NEED to remember, of course.

I was impressed with the sight of multiple blocks of cheese you had in the fridge that lasted seemingly forever without them going all oily and blugh like any cheese I’ve brought home and put in the cupboard all summer – like some kind of magic voodoo shit, cheese remaining intact that long: now I’ve got my own little stack to be in awe of ๐Ÿ˜

Goodnight Woman #7, goodnight Woman #8 and goodnight Lurkers.

Oh, case anyone’s thinking I’m some kind of sexist arsehole: the reason I reference women by numbers is not to be an arsehole, but because this is a public website accessible to the entire world, so I refer to them as Woman #– purely to keep them anonymous and thus protect their identity – not for the purpose of demeaning them.

Glad we cleared that up ๐Ÿ™‚

Monday 18th March 2019

Okay so the Tupperware won’t be happening today, since it’s already almost 2:00 PM and I’m only on my second coffee plus I’ve got todays bread to make, but I’ll get around to it.

Even if I hadn’t slept half the day away it’s been pissing down consistently all day long and that’s no weather to be walking around the neighbourhood in.

Matter of fact I need to go and get the dough started now if I want fresh bread by dinner-time, so I’ll do that before I start updating for the day..

Thunderbirds are go! ..where the thunderbirds in question are tiny and irrelevent single-cell organisms that can’t liberate themselves from a puddle of warm water.

Okay the dough is kneaded and on it’s first rise.

Once Brian had come over and said hi at the library yesterday, we had.. well first we had a discussion about human intelligence and what it means, then moved on to talk about perfection and what that means: Brian being of the opinion that although perfection is very difficult to attain and rare it’s possible, while I opined that you need to draw a distinction between what I dubbed simple perfection and human perfection. Simple perfection being such things as maths equations which are perfectly doable versus human perfection which is an oxymoron that will never, ever happen because we’re such deeply flawed bioligical organisms there’s just no way perfection will ever exist, that even if it could theoretically exist it would only be possible if there were no variation between people: we’d need to be robots and lose any individuality which would mean losing much more than we’d gain.

I suppose a better way of labelling the distinction would be to change the two to binary and organic perfection, and now I’ve thought about it I find it bizare that while an ecosystem can be perfect if left in balance and an animal can be perfect in it’s natural state since animals operate purely on need and instinct, human-beings are so wrapped in SO many layers of their own bullshit that we will never find a perfect human being.

After *that* there was a conversation about bushwalks until the libary shut which saw us standing outside in the rain an additional forty-odd minutes before I finally told him we’re getting too wet and have a good night I’m going home.What was my point.. yeah right, Brian asked at one point what I’d been up to – as you do – so I told him I’ve been getting into learning how to be domestic and have lately become enamored by the idea of creating food from raw ingredients, “..learning to bake my own bread Brian! I made ginger beer the other day from scratch too – proper fermented ginger beer at that!”

Brian thought that was a very worthy pursuit to be involved with and being the age he is plus living through World War 2 in England when he was a child, he would probably remember a time when people used to actually create things at home instead of simply buying shit from a supermarket so he would understandably think that was a good thing to teach myself.

For tonight’s bread I’ve added a bit of the organic malted barley extract I bought months ago, because malted barley just sounds like something that wouldbe good in bread to add richness and it’s a near honey-thick concentrated carbohydrate so I just assumed the yeast would love it – which they apparently did because the loaf if as soft as a croissant.

And tonight’s dinner will be boiled sausages, mashed potato and bread from the loaf above ๐Ÿ›

Okay so we’ll just ignore the mashed potato and sausages because they’re just what they are and they were great and all, but the bread? Best bread I have ever baked..

Could’ve been the barley malt extract, could’ve been the extra oil I added this time..
It’s *that* soft and the loaf hasn’t dried out in the slightest since I cut slices from it half an hour ago!

Tuesday 19th March 2019

Good morning Lurkers!

The old server expires in a few hours now, so I’ll have one last look through for anything I’ve forgotten and though I know I’ll lose the larger Lifetime Album images – all of them – that doesn’t seem so important since I’ve still got all those photos on one device or another.

Even the compressed *.zip file was over 10gb and there’s no way I was willing to use-up that much mobile data just for loose photos: especially considering 90% of them are still on this phone.

As for the photos I’d uploaded to all the posts so far, I didn’t even try to manually re-insert them all because WordPress.com creates a backup of every file you upload and there’s just too many images to get sorted out.

And now I think about it, the extra oil in last nights’ bread had to be what made it so much moister and softer and it’s amusing now, how well I thought the other loaves turned out.

Don’t get me wrong, the others were soft, fluffy and perfectly edible but more cake-like in texture and would dry out very quick once they’d cooled and had slices cut from them.

I can hear a Kookaburra outside making a big noise to tell everyone rain is about to happen again.

Here’s the only good photo of a Kookaburra I’ve ever managed to take. They’re well known to be accurate weather alerts for rain, though you’ll find the Currawongs and Cockatoos also get suddenly yappy when a storm or rain is coming.

The Kookaburra don’t liiie and much like a Cockatoo I could just keep yarping all day: farting-out every thought I have as it occurs ๐Ÿ™‚

I’ll make a second loaf of that bread in a minute.

Though I should be looking for a job so I can make hay while the sun shines, the sun isn’t shining so it’s fair enough to bake instead, by my logic.

Suck my arse dick-lickers I am too quick for you.

I’ve exercised a bit of discipline and sent my resume off to a few places online before I go off and re-create last night’s epically soft, exceptionally full flavored bread and now I’ve had a sandwich with last night’s I’ll need more soon anyway.

It was still soft enough a few minutes ago to be indistinguishable from how it was last night and though I’m well aware all this writing about bread would be boring shit out of you Lurkers, you’ll just have to put up with it a bit longer: I’m going to nail this fuckin bread so I can pluck it out my mental rolodex and bang out a perfect loaf anytime I like – I’m writing down the measurements this time too, so I’ll have a record to base future bread from and add the recipe here – assuming it turns out as well as it did last night.

Peep Show is back on ABC2 and – as well as part two of Cult of the Family being on tonight – Louis Theroux has a brand new show on tonight and though he looks very much like Bert from Sesame street who doesn’t love his shows! Check it out..

Awesome: hope it’s a series!

The bread turned out just as good the night before and had the same texture, moisture and flavour, though I mixed up less so the finished loaf was smaller sadly..

The issue with it’s being smaller of course was it wasn’t big enough to hold a whole fried egg without the egg draping over the sides and into the plate. A minor issue, but an issue anyway since eggs and toast is what I had.

Wednesday 20th March 2019

I’m digging around through some older posts, reinserting images and really, I should go back and edit a lot of the text in a lot of older posts: considering my writing did improve and become more fluent, dramatic and succinct over time I read back over some of those older posts and see how short and lacking detail they are – I could very easily add more detail now and improve all those posts while there’s nothing thrilling going on..

I’ve also gotta clean the kitchen because it looks like a fuckin’ bomb exploded inside a bag of flour at the moment.

And though I’ve now completely run out of tobacco as of this morning, I can’t say I’m bothered much: having not only run out of smokes a few weeks ago but also using-up every last drop of eliquid I had that was bad, but now? Now I’ve got enough bottled nicotine to kill an army and can choose between five different flavors in 6, 12 or 18mg so I don’t give a shit.

As well as the 3 100ml bottles of commercial 6mg liquid, I ordered a 100ml bottle of 18mg custard flavoured liquid: 18mg is too strong to vaporize without coughing your head off and I bought this to dilute to 12mg and flavor myself with some of the flavour apprentice bottles I’ve got in the cupboard – pictured above is a 12mg tub of gingerbread, malted milk and graham cracker (digestives to us here in Australia) and a full bottle of banana, honey and nut, also 12mg.
We’re even coming along with domesticity to the point of having funnels to prevent getting slop all over everything and that’s good, because as great as the viscous liquid is, glycerine *never* dries: chemically speaking it absorbs moisture from the air, which is why it’s employed the world over in cosmetics as a moisturizer.

Again I’m looking at Woman #7 from a pragmatic perspective and time alone will reduce what minor sentimentality I still have towards her to nothing at all.

Way back when, it would take me months before I flipped and told her to fuck off, then weeks and now the cycle is down to just a few days at a time I’ve gradually transitioned to spending so much less energy even getting pissed-off at what a sick fuck she is and no time at all thinking anything nice about her that the balance has shifted so far to the negative it’s not hard to eliminate thoughts about her at all for days, even weeks at a time, and with years of only resentment and mistreatment it’s impossible to go back now anyway: I have refused to go over for dinner every time in the past few months and still refuse to waste even an hour over there just for her kids amusement.

Bit sad, but I will never return to her house again for another evening of pretending there’s some point being there when it’s never gone anywhere before: history only repeats itself and there’s never been anything but that bitch treating me like someone to take ther piss out of – why would anyone with a brain in their head continue subjecting themselves to low-grade shit like that?

The whole thing has tapered-out to the point it’s now just an anachronism of a bygone era that was left for dead years ago, and years ago is when I should’ve walked away – I’m sure the 50-130 people dropping in here each day are sick of reading about such a sad excuse for a romantic sub-plot.

Course they’re probably even more sick of reading about bread and vaporizers, but whatever I’m sure as fuck sick of writing about a phantom super-mum who says she’s too busy being busy to be any use to me at all.

I’ve just gotta wait it out a while longer and the out of sight out of mind mechanic this woman has imposed for so long now will drive the last few nails in and bury it for good.

As Joanna warned me two years ago, “Don’t you see Jason, she’s just trying to mate with you like a spider. She’s got no intention of any future with you at all!” and like a spider she’d probably poison and eat her mate if she could once she’d finished breeding with them.

I miss Joanna a bit – annoyingly honest as she was: she always had something to say and seeing how she lived in the same place with her hubbie and kids she was almost always right there and just as willing to argue and debate shit as I was.

Noteworthy too, that Joanna’s been vegetarian all her life because she’s half Indian and vegetarian food is culturally relevant to her: she’s not a poser who turned vegetarian to kiss some fat stack of shits’ arse nor because that’s just what every other pretentious wanker in society is into now.

If one of your trendy mates told you stuffing a cat up your arse had therapeutic benefits you’d be out buying a cat that afternoon: only someone as fake as rubber dog shit would actually aspire to become a clichรฉ social average the way you do.

Anyway Joannas’ hubbie was cool too, but he was always out somewhere bashing ugly structures together out of corrugated iron off-cuts and stolen waste or stealing council building supplies OR dumping trailers packed with rubbish on the side of the road and in national parks so he wasn’t home as much as Joanna, and I’ve discovered since living there that he has adult ADHD which explains his compulsion to constantly be doing crap he didn’t need to do – like making pointless shit bashing garbage with a hammer at midnight while people with jobs were trying to sleep: man, I ended up screaming “CUNT FUCKING SHUT THE FUCK UP!!” out my window at him every night for a while there, too.

Though losing my shit and screaming out my cabin like a bogan isn’t my proudest moment, I am a bogan so what do you expect: you try getting up at 3:00 AM for work when you’ve had 30 minutes sleep every night for days on end and see how calm you are. He deserved it, plus he’s on ritalin around the clock now so he’s got better drugs than me, which makes it impossible to feel bad for him.

Speaking of drugs, I didn’t buy any this week and my brain is just pumping along without any of those annoying negative thought-loops or obsessive repetition of things that piss me off.

Hold up, The Office is on and my potatoes and gravy are ready to eat..

Again, perfect, AND vegetarian without even trying: the gravy has enough butter and saltiness so the potatoes don’t need anything else and the bread needs no butter because there’s enough oil in everything else. Proving that vegetarian doesn’t by any means automatically imply healthy, there’s so much fat on that plate fat is all it would make me if I eat it enough and adding lentils or other crap wouldn’t change the fact it’s full of super-refined, processed oils that – just like refined carbohydrates – humans did not evolve to eat: it’s just another social trend people will pay for dearly, and by the time they realize the error in their judgement the consequences will already be upon them. Simply because a handful of hippie wankers decided in the last few years to convince the dumbsheep of our species to feel bad about eating animals we spent millions of years evolving to efficiently eat. Full-on fucking idiots, the bulk of society comprises.

Snarkiness aside, everyone should add a bit of nutmeg to their gravy: it rounds it out beautifully and adds richness without overpowering the mildness of the gravys’ taste at all.

Thursday 21st March 2019

Mmm.. hang on, I’m walking: I can’t write while I walk, I’ll smack into a street sign. It’s happened before and though not particularly embarrassing, it does scare the shit out of you.

Here’s a pretty photo to match the theme, now I’ve reverted back to the green accent text..

I’ve just bumped into one of the single mums who used to drop stuff off at the church of human filth and though we didn’t spend an exhorbanant amount of time talking at length I did get a chance to explain why I boycotted the place.

It didn’t surprise me to hear she had no idea why I’d suddenly disappeared because a lot of things get covered up at that church and the correct reason for my up and vanishing like a fart in the wind would’ve been no different. Rosa did tell me she’d banned the other volunteers from reading my site at the time, but in reality she likely never did: banning people from visiting here would only have made them curious and more inclined to read what I write – not less – so her agenda would’ve been to make me think nobody from the church would read it in the hope I’d stop talking. I’m not an idiot: I was raised by women, I know all their ridiculous manipulations.

What to eat today.. I feel like making something different, but don’t know what mm..

Home-made egg custard, that looks easy as shit to make mm and I’ve got Madagascan vanilla bean extract plus plenty of eggs.

Over 9000 words and nothing’s even happened tis month.. not bad right. Though the more that *does* happen, the less time there ever is to actually write about it so that’s explainable.

The entire kitchen is clean and ready for my first ever attempt at egg-custard from scratch later and I was thinking: I haven’t used anything but powdered milk since I moved in here. Most of that time it’s been owing to not having a fridge to put fresh milk in, but even now I’ve got a fridge, while at the supermarket today I thought about grabbing fresh milk – for a full nano-second – before realizing I’d only be buying a bottle that’s 95% water anyway: why do that when water comes out my tap and I can simply mix 2 litres at a time as I need it?

Powdered milk is the same price as fresh milk, but powered milk will stay in your cupboard for weeks or months without expiring.

I’ll be going out again tomorrow too so I’ll drop your much beloved tupperware cake box off tomorrow morning on the way up to town Mandy.

Anyway the chick from the church, that’s what I was on about before I went to clean the kitchen..

You know what, I’m not going to launch into another rant about the lack of safety for any vulnerable people who visit that seedy foodbank and op-shop: I’ve already written all about it in Outing #57, so go read that if you want to catch-up because I’ve done all the talking I can about the church and the inherent risk it puts women and children in without these unsuspecting mothers having any idea of the kind of human filth standing in the same room eyeing off them or their kids each time they visit.

All it takes is one sick fuck to lock onto a woman or child they think is something special to stalk them as they’re leaving the food-bank: in a town this small it would take no time at all to figure-out where they live and there are dozens of perverts hang around that church all week and twice as many women and children in and out of there each day for them to target.

Suffice to say that risk is very real and not only completely unchecked but deliberately hidden from decent people who visit the food bank primarily the benefit of the church making money and a tiny group of people keeping their jobs there..

I practically lived there for almost a year while homeless – day in and day out – so I saw and heard it all and though it took me a while to put all the various components together and see the big-picture truth, I got there eventually.

The pivot-point of the issue that saw me leave the church was that while I grew to care about some of the decent women and their kids who needed to visit the church to feed themselves and their kids, Rosa not only cared more about the life-long criminal offenders, junkies, rapists and pedophiles, she actively protected them for some personal reason unknown to me.

With such human waste comprising 80% of the total body of people who hang around the church, I was infinately more worried about the 20% of good people being preyed upon by the bad people and insisted security be improved to protect those good people – nothing whatsoever was done: I wouldn’t shut up about it and was quickly told I could not be a volunteer there if I was going to “break confidentiality” about what went on there, even though I only ever talked about the general absence of said security and never talked about any individual clients in relation to the issue.

Anyway, custard..

The home-made egg custard

1. Weight this shit..
2. Mix that shit..
3. Cook a while and BANG! Flawless egg custard! ๐Ÿ™ƒ

Since everything else I do turns out perfect the first time, that’s no huge surprise and hardly a challenging thing to cook, though there’s no cheaparse custard powder going in there – just 100% natural ingredients ๐Ÿ™‚

And since I’d much rather cold custard than hot I’ve filled two of those cups with the warm, godly liquid and put ’em in the fridge for later while I scrape the pan clean..

What I am curious about is whether the egg yolks are really necessary and why you couldn’t just create a roux for white sauce using sugar and vanilla and save yourself the hassle of cold-mixing the egg yolks with warm milk? I know the yolks add creaminess, but so does butter.

Why couldn’t custard work as a sweet white sauce, I mean? Anyone?

No yeah, you lurkers are no fuckin’ help at all: *I* will try cooking it from a roux tomorrow night, then *I* will tell you all how it compares ’cause all I’d really be doing is substituting the high-fat egg yolks for high-fat butter and I can’t see any reason that wouldn’t work.

I mean how long ago was custard discovered/invented? Did they use eggs because butter was a high-value processed perishable comodity while chickens were popping-out eggs all over the farm back then?

Maybe people have always used the traditional recipe for custard simply because people are generally too stupid to question it when a roux-based sauce would take less steps and deliver very similar results – the basic process of heating fat, milk and flour is the same for both custard and white sauce, with only ther method differing and only very slightly.

Friday 22nd March 2019

Madonnas’ convertible dog

It’s 4:19 AM and I’ve just woken from a dream where Madonna came and visited me at my luxury new-york apartment and left me a German Shepherd that converted into a Harley Davidson that I rode for a few hours to get to an apartment was identical to the first, but wasn’t, or maybe it was, but while wheeling the bike back inside up the marble staircase in one of multiple foyers it suddenly a German Shepherd again and I didn’t have a leash, so had to chase the animal around and grab his collar before walking him back to my apartment.

An hour later I found myself inside a seating area in one of the foyers that had very nice chaise lounges arranged in a three-sided square where I had to keep shoving a midget and his kid away to stop my new dog attacking them both, then when the kid got inside a plastic thermos with a lid, I grabbed it and gave it to the dog to chew while the toddler was still inside – just to teach the kid to taunt my dog like smart little cunt – but when the dogs’ jaws cracked the thermos I panicked and didn’t want to get arrested for infanticide so I pulled it out the dogs’ mouth and lobbed it down the foyer steps then walked back to my apartment with my dog, where I find Madonna had left her bike jacket so I check the pockets and find there’s about half an ounce of loose weed in there.

She had left a packet of Marlboro on a bench, but when I open the pack there’s only half a pack and they’re all crushed and broken, which was fine I had tally-hos to roll the tobacco up, which I did then worried that maybe I didn’t hear Madonna ask for a tally-ho paper while she was sitting on my lounge earlier in the other apartment, that was really this one.

I remember at one point the chick from down the hall knocked on my door and I introduced Madonna as my ‘visitor’ so I didn’t seem star-struck, which I wasn’t: the fact she was there visiting me seemed like the most down to earth, ordinary thing and I was more in awe of the dog than her – even *before* the dog turned into a harley.

The dream ended with me having a smoke before taking the dog to the park for a walk, because while she was there, Madonna told me to take him to “the trees”, wherever that was but it sounded like a park to me.

The apartment building was very old, full of walnut panels with pendant lights and deeply patterned carpet in the mood lighted hallways and the apartment block in general was huge, multi-storied and architecturally laid-out like a huge stack of waffles, with probably hundreds of apartments in dozens of hallways.

No part of this dream seemed strange to me in any way except the convertible dog, and I remember thinking in a moment of lucidity that seemed not possible at all and telling a neighbor “I dunno how but he turns into a motor-cycle.” but the woman just stared at the huge, panting dog and said nothing.

Stupid bitch doesn’t believe me..

Awake now, I’ve just gone into the kitchen and found I did indeed forget to turn the gas off on the stove earlier tonight, so turned it off.

I’ll edit this later maybe, but I wanted to quickly write down the basic events in the dream because we all know Judy how fast dreams evaporate away once we’re awake and fully conscious again, so there it is.

I’m going back to sleep now that’s done.

10:12 AM

Okay I’ve been up since 8:00 AM since some waste-of-space ice-head woke me up banging on my door. Being half asleep, I figured it was my cannabis dealer so the dialog didn’t last very long once I’d swung open the door to find some seedy fuck I’d never seen before standing there with a bum-bag doubtlessly full of drugs.

“I was sleepin’ on yaw lounge last night bro.”

“No you weren’t.”

“Uh! I got the wrong place!”

“Yep.”

I slammed the door without another word but on the upside I would’ve slept until midday if the scabby cocksucker hadn’t woke me up so I’m not annoyed about it anymore.

I’m going to have to re-write the layout for the next post now the latest version of wordpress has a completely different markup to the one I had installed on the old site: copy/pasting what has always worked there has let to code syntax errors here and its no major difference really, but with 12,000 words this month and counting I certainly don’t have the patience or desire to go through all the code in this month’s post simply to change it when it looks fine from the frontend.

Look at the time already – I gotta go

There you go Mandy: right out the front waiting for you and I must say I haven’t been near a proper actual home for so long, simply standing on the front porch was strangely nice. Those roses are looking excellent. Had it been a baking or bread tray I could actually use, I might’ve simply said I’d lost it, but a cake box? Only women and homophiles bake cakes, and even the custard was pushing the line a bit. Eating one of the cups in the fridge last night before bed though I can confirm it shat all over any custard-powder mix and supermarket custard tastes like a bottle of cold pus compared to the stuff I made last night.

Mandy thanked me for flipping-around the wooden block with her street number on it to the right of the cake box in the photo above, and why wouldn’t I: this is the internet after all, and I’ve no idea who in town reads this site.

Custard or bread?

I don’t wanna make both, and though I want to try the experimental roux-based custard I still have custard in the fridge while I’ve just eaten the last of the bread mm..

I could slap-up a quick donut batter and have that with the remaining custard, skip the bread.. no wait, donuts are out: I don’t want fat spattered all over the stove and wall.

The custard experiment has to come first, because I want to know how it goes. Soon as Grand Designs is finished we’ll do that.

The egg-free experimental custard

6:42 PM

Alrighty, so I can confirm there’s absolutely no need to use egg yolk in custard.

The texture is exactly the same, and the flavour is *so* close to that of custard with egg yolk there’s just no reason you cannot skip the eggs and use only butter instead – with one distinction: the colour.

The tint of yellow goes when you omit the yolks, but everything else remains the same, and considering it’s meant to be vanilla custard, white/cream coloured is perfectly acceptable, though I added one more ingredient to address the whiteness – a bit of drinking chocolate.

I knew it’d work, because there was no logical reason I could see why it wouldn’t, and with the butter and milk base it’s arguably creamier, but lighter tasting.

Check it out..

Tada!

Why only a fool would religiously stick to a recipe – you never learn a thing following a recipe every time you make something, and I would rather learn how the food ingredients react and work together than how much of one or the other to add to reach the exact same result every time: home-made chocolate Yogo, that I’d never have learnt had I not experimented.

Smooth as silk, creamy and faster than traditional custard. As a matter of fact, I didn’t even bother starting with a roux: just added everything to the saucepan, turned the heat on and started stirring.

Since the two glasses of that are in the fridge cooling, I’ll go get the bread done before it’s too late.

God you know I have never seen the appeal in Monty Python: it’s simply dumb, and I know that was supposed to be their ‘angle’, but it’s just so lacking in intelligence there’s zero sophistication – a three year old would find it funny but I can’t understand why any adult with a brain would.

Modern Brittish humour is great.. The Office for example, that’s still not side-splitting-funny but it’s at least adult-grade comedy, as are other brittish comedies like Peep Show but Monty Python just isn’t amusing in the slightest.

I gotta get myself an actual square bread tin to cook the stuff in too, since the mixing bowl I’m using doesn’t create bread that fits easily in a toaster.

That’s only the first rise yet look how gorgeously inflated with yeast-expelled carbon dioxide bubbles it is.

Though I wouldn’t class myself an expert I’m getting there each loaf I make because with every batch of dough I vary my ingredients just slightly to learn – again – what works best and what doesn’t.

I can honestly and objectively state that I would rather this bread than anything I’ve ever eaten from either Bakers Delight or Hominy bakery.

Since altering the basic recipe to include the malt extract and oil, it not only rises beautifully but tastes incomparably better and not one of the past three loaves have failed in the slightest.

Nothing at all artificial added – not even bread improver – this loaf was allowed twice the standard rising time and tastes like fuckin’ magic in your mouth.

I really should make a few loaves for other people I know to try because it’s remarkable and lasts days thanks to the oil keeping it soft and moist.

Gravity illustrates softness – given the slice is twice as thick as commercial “toast” bread, and because ingredients are roughly estimated by sight each loaf tastes just ever so slightly different.

Beautiful bread.

Saturday, 23rd March 2019

I’ve now a place for recipes

Alright good afternoon Lurkers.

I’ve just finished tidying the loungeroom, because even for a single dood living alone it was getting ridiculous and mostly around this tablet and keyboard with everything from a half dozen vaporizer liquid bottles and the leaky tanks I wasn’t using to bits of paper-towels, two days of glasses, cups and plates, pencils scattered everywhere like fuckin’ pickup sticks and other bits of assorted mess, it was starting to irritate me simply through a complete lack of elbow room, so that’s sorted.

Prioer to that I spent the morning installing/configuring a new script that will allow me to add recipes to the site as I feel the need and although adding said recipes won’t be a major focus, the only other way to add them is to fuck around with bullet-point lists and tables in HTML: tables specifically are an absolute *nightmare* to create and edit, so the script saves me having to arse around with all that shit.

5:37 PM

I’m making another loaf of bread, though I’ll save you the step-by-step photos this time because I think I’ve covered the process quite enough lately, but I’ve mixed the base solution with less sugar and a tiny bit more malt to create a less dinner-bun flavoured loaf this time and a more standard white bread. The malt is a carbohydrate too though so there’s still plenty in there for the little yeasties to eat..

Two. Two loaves I’m making tonight..

Loaf #1 cooling on top of the stove..

Bespoke bread: each loaf a slight variant because everything is measured only approximately by eye.

Loaf #2 at the end of its first rising. This is a medium-large saucepan and it’s already risen out the top, and I mixed-up more dough for this because I wanted to use this saucepan to get a larger loaf, so it’s going to plan just fine, though for the second rise I’ve had to cut grease-proof paper into a circle for the inner bottom and strips for the inner walls of the saucepan so it is go straight in the oven when it’s fully puffed.

Sunday, 24th March 2019

Here’s loaf #2 from last night, but there’s one minor fault!..

.. wait.. was it…
That strip there got stuck to the pan!! *I* made a mistake oh, my, GOD!! *gasp!* ๐Ÿ™‚

That would be a big deal if it were left out in the open all night, but as soon as it cooled it went in a plastic bag – sealed from the air. Also, the loaf is the size and shape of a massive cheese wheel so there’s no shortage of .. even if I were to cut that whole 1/3rd of the loaf off there’d still be plenty of bread.

I’ve gotta get myself a few of those non-stick baking pans though. I had two in Adelaide years ago and the bread just slid out without any need for oil or grease-proof paper at all.

Oink oink! Though I could say that’s my take on amoral, slutty contemporary bitches, it’s not actually directed at anyone though I *will* come back and have myself a rant about that soon. It’s just a scraggy looking but interesting pig sculpture. I could make shit like that if I had a fucking yard and a few tools.

What’s pissing me the fuck off today..

This is a deeply held personal belief so I’ll try and express myself as efficiently as possible, though it will probably devolve into a full-on rant like always because I get so ramped-up I go from 0 to 100 in a matter of seconds anytime I think about it – like a really angry sports-car. This is no casual topic to me though so I’ll forgive myself in advance if I veer off into outright abuse.

This pisses me off too – I just wanna get on with my day, not wait around in silence.

I don’t do waiting well and I don’t do silence any better.

Some busker on some show in TV is singing that song “you’re my, brown eyed girl”.. fuck that, if I want brown eyes they’re as close as five nearest mirror. Blue eyes. Give me a blue eyed girl any day of the week thanks.

3:24 PM

Alright I’ve vented my rant about the perversion of male gynocologists via text, so that’s about 2,000 words less I have to write here, though it would’ve been easier to write here with my keyboard.

Speaking of sleazy influences society can do without, I deleted Facebook from my phone almost as quickly as I’d unboxed and charged the new device and I’ve now uninstalled facebook from this tablet too: every time I turn on the wireless hotspot on my phone I get like fucking fifty notifications for ‘suggested friends’ who are – every time – people I have never heard of and have no need to know, and it makes me wonder how many marriages have been ended by people private messaging people they’d otherwise never get introduced to but end up private messenging, then meeting, then fucking behind their spouses back.

Yes, of course, the kind of people who’d do shit like that are bottom-feeding sluts (male or female) who probably had no respect or care for their partners to begin with and if the marriage or relationship was a balanced or happy one you could argue they would never have thought about cheating anyway, but how do we really know that? Who’s to say the constant barrage of these suggested friends doesn’t influence otherwise decent people to give cheating on their other half a shot?

Suspiciously, almost all the suggestions facebook floods my tablet notification bar with are women who range from pretty attractive to stunningly beautiful and I find that not only insulting to my intelligence, but very similar to the personalized ads facebook creates ‘just for me’ and I’m quite sure the algorithm for friend suggestions is based on what I find sexually appealing because there’s no fat ugly chicks ever get suggested as friends and very rarely a male.

Anyway it’s gone now. which means I no longer have faceboook installed on any device I own, though it’s been so long since I bothered using facebook at all it’s only ever notifications at the top of my screen I see of it, but there’s so many from facebook it’s fucking worse than any email spam.

For tonight’s bread we’ll be trying a loaf with organic honey plus the organic malt extract and no sugar at all: eventually I’d like to use only organic ingredients, but I don’t currently have all organic ingredients to use in my cupboard. Ultimately too – as ingredients go – the flour would forseeably be the sticking point: if organic flour is $15/kilo compared to $3/kilo for good quality inorganic flour, then inorganic flour would likely remain the promary ingredient because that kind of price difference would mean that while all the other ingredients would be negligable since they’re only used in small amounts, the flour would make each loaf cost $7-$10 just for the flour alone which is hardly justifiable.

This is an example of something I can do baking my own bread at home: while commercial bakeries are businesses and need to keep their costs to a minimum to increase their profits, I can use the most expensive ingredients available because I’m not making 1000 loaves of bread each week and even if I used all organic everything, I’d still be creating bread for less money than it costs to buy a decent quality from any store.

I’ve discovered there’s no need for any sugar in my bread at all and – after just assuming it was good to feed the yeast quickly and create more rise faster – though I didn’t mind the flavor of the added sugar decided to try making a dough without any earlier tonight, substituting all the sugar for just a teaspoon of organic honey.

That’s an egg-white glaze, for aesthetics mostly.

The original recipe I started with was for Amish Dinner Rolls and called for a fair amount of sugar, which I had reduced to about half the amount in the online recipe but it was still basically a sweet-bread style recipe.

Tonight I’ve discovered I need no sugar whatsoever and though I’ve got a sense of deja-vu in saying this because each time I get a better result I proclaim that loaf to be the best so far but tonight’s zero-sugar bread really is the best loaf so far ๐Ÿ™‚

No sugar whatsoever, yet it rose faster than any of the other loaves to date – that surprised me!

I might make myself sound full of shit shouting about each new loaf being “the best yet” but each loaf *has* been the best yet ๐Ÿ™‚ It’s a good indicator I’m getting better the more I do.

I’m getting too tired now to update the rest, so I’ll write my musing over the decline of morality in contemporary society tomorrow – it is 2:19 AM after all, doo time for bed

Night Lurkers!! ๐Ÿ˜ด

Monday, 25th March 2019

Okay I’ve got.. hang on.. gotta wait for my tablet to charge: there’s a wireless keyboard with that and I’d rather type than thumb my words out given the choice.

PHP upgraded to 5.6 and welcome to The Cloud!

Sorry ..to anyone who just got booted: I had to update PHP from 5.5 to version 5.6 then reactivate all the modules that’re used by wordpress, so the site stopped and spat-out a white error screen for about 5 minutes while I was doing that.

Not only are there several wordpress plugins that are cracking the pissies at me about PHP 5.5 being too old for them to run, I’m also installing my own private cloud server because I can, so why not?

Anyhow it’s upgraded now: sorry about any interruption to your scheduled viewing ๐Ÿ™‚

And there we have it – my own fully secure cloud server on my own secure site: https://cloud.psychaesthetic.net

Hey I had to do something while I waited for the next ball of dough to rise ๐Ÿ˜Ž

Not only does the app allow you to obviously view and manage you’re files in an interface as slick as an eager woman, it adds the same little ‘Send to..’ icon to the Share menu that Dropbox, Google Drive and all those public cloud services have.

I’m impressed!

Another cosmetic advantage of upgrading PHP to version 5.6 is that it adds the theme-color meta-tag to it’s HTML handling which allows me to set the current browser tab to match the site’s theme, so I’ve done that too and removed the ugly medium-grey that’s the default in almost every mobile browser.

Not all browsers support this feature yet, but the mobile versions of Google Chrome and Samsungs’ woefully named Samsung Internet do and I’m sure there are other browsers that support the custom colours but I only really use Chrome for logged-in viewing and Samsung’s for viewing logged-out, and it looks great in both those two.

While I’ve had my head under the hood fucking around with server shit, I’ve also installed a beautifully streamlined, server-side coding IDE so I can easily access and edit PHP files: not only the ones used by wordpress, but any file in any directory site-wide, because I’ve got to upload and install my /pargen/ script so I can continue instantly printing auto-generated fake job-search lists so I don’t have to actually keep a real list for my job search providers monthly request for proof that I’ve looked for 30 jobs – that script took me very little time to program and has made my life easier for over half a decade.. it’s remarkably good value..

Like building a peice of complex, virtual machinery programming is: imagine simply typing out what you want a car engine to do, how you want each part to be shaped and how you want it function with all the other components from the whole engine and gearbox right down to the tiniest screw – you get to create the virtual equivalent of a complicated physical device with programming, and using nothing but language and words. Anyhoo, that’s the code editor I just installed ๐Ÿ˜
Tonight’s bread: a wholemeal loaf with honey, malt and milk instead of water.

Tonights bread came out great by all accounts.

Again I used no sugar at all and only a tiny amount of honey so the crumb was very fine and there was no sweetness: the only way you’d know there was even honey in there is by smell – it smelled like honey but didn’t taste like it.

Surprisingly, I only now, today, bothered to google kneading duration and found out the 2 minutes I have been spending up until now is apparently not enough: it’s meant to be kneaded for 10-12 minutes, and I also found out about the ‘finger test’ – poking the dough with your finger, the hole in the dough should spring back up only slightly. If it springs back completely to vanish the hole it hasn’t been worked enough while if the hole stays indented completely the dough’s been overworked.

So after kneading a full 10 minutes and discovering the hole I poked popped back out only halfway I left it for the second rise then cooked it at a higher temperature than usual – around 185ยฐC – for about half an hour with an egg-white glaze and it came out of the baking process so good it was kind’ve boring to see a loaf of bread that looked and tasted like normal bread.

Don’t get be wrong it tastes great and it’s not gone and sank in itself even slightly as it cooled, but the problem is that no matter how well the loaf turns out wholemeal bread *always* just tastes like moistened cardboard boxes compressed into a bread shaped object then cooked.

If I’d used white flour, the loaf would’ve puffed up fantastically but as always the wholemeal flour knee-capped the dough and killed any hope of it being outstandingly light, soft, fluffy bread..

Great toast, regardless how pft the flour I stupidly chose was..

Pargen 2.3 is .. almost up!

Pargen is a script I wrote about a decade ago to automatically generate a list of employees in a formatted list ready to print and hand to centrelink when they demand it every month. It reads employers from a data file and scatters them across a period of one month ago until the day you use the script each time, if that makes sense.

I know I know, it’s sexy code, I might not be organized or structured well in other areas of life but text on a screen? I get a bit meticulous with that. Anyway that’s the additional CSS I wrote to keep the text aligning left since I imported the stylesheet wordpress uses and I wanted everything centered here.

I don’t even started on the script itself yet, because I’ve been to into blending the page in with the rest of the site: check out the sexy – rounded text input fields and all ๐Ÿ˜Ž

https://pargen.psychaesthetic.net

Tuesday, 26th March 2019

It’s 2:15 PM and I’ve only just woken up, though I didn’t go to sleep until 5:30 in the morning so I should’ve set my alarm but oh well: being single with no woman, family, kids or pets that’s one of the benefits – or detriments depending on your viewpoint – to not having anyone to answer to.

From my perspective it’s a double-edged sword: be nice to have a noisey house to wake me up at a normal hour, but it’s equally nice to not have to get up at any set time or worry about having to ho to bed the same time as the rest of a house.

Hang on more.. MAW COFFEE

6:58 PM

You know I’m sick of news shows with guests farting on about how appaling men are, when these days feminism is no more than an unofficial club for women to get together and cultivate far more sexist attitutes towards us than we do towards women nowadays: it’s such a fuckin’ farce.

Of course there’ll always be arsehole males for women to use as examples, but those of us who don’t bash or treat women like shit never even appear on their conversational radar and there are far more women who act like complete bitches towards men anyway: all they’re doing is grovelling in the filth with otheer women who have deeply lodged, immutable issues towards the opposite sex, and while the sisterhood pushes its ‘men are a joke’ agenda to every last woman in society, men don’t even have a clue anymore why women would want to spend so much of their time spitting on us as a collective group.

Tonight, they’ve got some fat chick on The Drum wailing on about how nobody will *give* her an opportunity for a high-powered job, and like no fucking shit: nobody’s about to just hand me a corporate CEO position either, get the fuck over it: jobs ike that require 24/7 availability why the fuck would they choose a women when she’s obsessed with her kids to the point she wouldn’t be available, ever?

You bitches want the same high-impact opportunities men have, stop worshipping your own uterus and what comes out of it and slap yourselves in the face because you collectively need an urgent reality check!

Fucken fat moose. I wonder how much it’s cost her husband replacing floorboards she’s worn out nevermind what he’s gotta feed her every year!

And like every other fat, dumpy fuck since Garfield the Cat, she’ll claim it’s a medically diagnosed “glandular” problem when really her glands are just too fat – simple as that!

Food is for e-n-e-r-g-y: get off your arse and stop gorging yourself like a pig.

Wednesday, 27 March 2019

My right ear has finally popped and I can hear at double the volume suddenly..

Thursday, 28 March 2019

My lordy there’s an all new re-milling of the X-Files standard in alien conspiricy show – Project Blue Book – staring the guy plays Little Finger from Game of Thrones: a character everyone including myself hated in GoT, but here he plays the Mulder-version of the X-Files co-stars.

The double-episode premier just finished on SBS and seems to have all the same core ingredients it’s fifteen-year old cousin had: including the believing/disbelieving co-stars, the creepy locales and sets, the smoking man equivalent and there’s already been an alien that might not have been terrifying, but it was original and creepy enough.

Also The Good Place is on my weekly must-see list – a comedy about the afterlife, that’s pretty original.

Friday, 29 March 2019

I’ve gotta go sweep-up the flour from the bench so I can make more bread, since I’ve eaten the last of what I had.

Matter of fact I looked at Coles today for a tin to bake bread in, and couldn’t find any. There were non-stick pizza trays, non-stick roasting trays, non-stick fuckin’ everything except bread tins so I grabbed two small stainless steal maxing bowls like the one I’ve been using, means I’ll be able to do two loaves at a time now and since I’ve realized I need to actually knead the bread a full 10 minutes AND learnt how to test that it’s not over/under-worked AND learnt that Im better off with a higher temperature than a lower one, the last loaf was – by all accounts – perfectly baked.

I’ve also started learning PHP because although I got pretty into PERL 10 years ago, 90% of every site and page you open online is a PHP script now and it looks enough like PERL that I can easily navigate and edit internal scripts in wordpress. It’s easy to find learning material with so many articles, tutorials, samples and open-source projects freely and abundantly available online, so it doesn’t cost a cent: all you need is a connection to the net, a web server and a text-editor and I’ve got all three.

Also, considering PHP has eclipsed PERL for popularity now, if I ever get the inclination or opportunity to make money with web-development of any kind I’ll need to know PHP better than any other language, though I’ll also have to learn JS and.. well actually I already know CSS and HTML, neither of which are really ‘languages’ so much as formats.

Yeah they’re technically considered languages, but both HTML and CSS are so simple I wouldn’t class them as that: they’re really just about layout and styling.

Also and most importantly, the fact that the net has evolved to be so accessible and reliable now means programming and web-design is a job that’s done anywhere then uploaded to my employer which would mean I could do it anywhere from the town libaray on a laptop to sitting on the toilet using my phone and still get vastly more money than I’d get if I continued working as a manual-labour grunt cleaning toilets like a fuckin’ idiot for minumum wage and considering I’ve been deeply interested in programming since like 1980 when the first home computers were just chunky keyboards that plugged into your TV and involved in the net since it was dialup on a 14.4K modem – back when wifi wasn’t even conceived yet, what better job for me right?

Another notable benefit to programming is that with such a stupidly-high level of mental activity that’s easily distracted by altogether the wrong things, coding anything is a complex enough process to keep my brain focused on pure logic and the reward for your focus is immediately returned – not weeks or months away: get an idea, write the code, run it and there’s your new result.

Bugs are really the only frustration and are unavoidable, but the more code you write the better you get at avoiding the simpler, more obvious ones.

Hell, I still remember wagging high-school to stay home and learn BASIC V1.0 on the Commodore VIC-20 my mother bought me for chrismas: eating a whole box of chocolate nuts and sultanas I was meant to sell to neighbours for charity, then being expelled for doing both

The very reason I didn’t knuckle-down more and finish my education like the rest of my peers!

Formal qualifications may or may not be a barrier or obstacle, but whether I need them or not I still need to learn and can start doing that right now, so I am, and the first project will be a new version of my jobsearch participation script re-written in PHP. I still haven’t got the PERL version to run of course, but have been too busy spitting blood the last few days to really bother and the script itself is fine, so it’s the server envorinment I’ve gotta configure to get the sucker to execute.

17,418 words this month and over 300 paragraphs: too bad most of it’s me crackin’ the shits about rubbish.

7:19 PM

Okay now my drug-dealer has been and done and I’m quite baked, all that anger I’ve been ranting on about has almost instantly been converted into guilt, and I’ve gotta go back and delete all that nastiness.

Well, I don’t gotta do anything, but I don’t feel that strongly about it anymore, and feel bad about writing it: and that’s how the whole thing cycles back around again – that’s the core mechanic.

Sick actually: I’ve managed to sicken myself!

Moving back to a more positive trajectory, I was watching Parks & Recreation on ABC Comedy when April – the gothy-emoy latina in the show -talked about some visiting grandma from Mongolia being a Wolverine wrestler or something, so I google the animal and ended-up reading the whole wikipedia article: they’re pretty interesting animals, turns out!.. Wolverine Article

That wiki on Wolverines led to to read the page about Grey Wolves, which then led me to searching Werewolves, and finding this very cool and old woodcut..

I just remembered I bought ice-cream today! Butterscotch ๐Ÿ™‚

I’ll have potatoes again for dinner since that’s easiest and the bread won’t be ready by .. well I haven’t started it yet, so a while.

You know, I’ve just realized I have never made the the fact known here that when I’m actually with Woman #7, I never even raise my voice at her – I mean I couldn’t raise my voice at her if I wanted to: I cannot look at her without melting, no matter what the current circumstances or argument or any resentments I feel nothing but love when I’m actually looking at her.

I understand anybody reading would just assume I’m a verbally abusive, misogynistic peice of shit, but even after *everything* I go weak the knees when she’s near me – it’s only when we’re apart I start hurling invectives and only here.

She screams plenty at me, like a fishwife even, but I have no desire to argue with her whatsoever when we’re together because she’s with me and that’s all that’s ever mattered to me.

I’m starting to notice images in some posts not appearing, including the first few images in this post and I’ve got a feeling it’s something to do with the old sites’ going down.

All the images have been migrated from the old site to this one, but the photos in the first few days link to wp.com which is where wordpress automatically backs-up every image uploaded to every site.

If wp.com hasn’t had any contact from psychaesthetic.com since it went down a fortnight ago it may either stop allowing links to the images or delete them entirely.

Honestly, this doesn’t bother me much because i’ve got the images so they can be re-added to posts wherever they’re missing, but I probably won’t worry about doing that because the monthly post I’m currently writing is the only one that ever really matters to me practically – as long as I can write and update what I’m thinking about right now, I’m happy – but that’s what’s probably going on, though I could be wrong too.

Oh and before I go off to eat my potatoes then get stuck into the ice-cream.. Steve Carrell left The Office a few episodes ago (since these are reruns I don’t know which season they’re airing at the moment) and I concur what I read online the other day: the shows’ quality has indeed reduced in Carrells’ absence.

I never got into The Office either back when it aired because at a glance the show seemed to be about nothing but a blundering boss and a cast-full of absolute bores so the show was just too slow to watch. Recently though with ABC2 running double-episodes every weeknight, I inadvertently saw the show enough a few months ago to get to know the characters well enough to see that there’s one of pretty much every stereotype: the pretty but overlooked secretary, the paranoid nutjob, the stuck-up bitch, the self-obsessed slutty chick, the dumb guy, the bookworm, the gay guy. Once I’d got to know them the subtleties of dynamic fell into place and made sense.

Saturday, 30th March 2019

Since I fell asleep from a food-coma last night and didn’t bother making bread.. anyhow they both fit perfectly, just.
The smallest loaf of bread on earth tasted like a biscuit/cracker, I had them with chunks of cheese.
More the size of mini loaves, that’s the white one hot out the oven. The wholemeal loaf has just gone in the oven but that rose great with a bit of white flour included in the dough ๐Ÿž

They’re both cooked and have almost cooled completely, so it’ll be eggs on toast for dinner tonight.

Neither the white or wholemeal looks as though they’ve settled or sunk on themselves while cooling – which they shouldn’t since again I’ve increased the oven to 185ยฐC and both have been cooked separately for 40 minutes.

Both are also finished with an egg-yolk glaze just before cooking, but I gave the wholemeal an additional coat of a medium-thick wholemeal flour and water wash, with the second glaze being applied just a few minutes before the bread was finished cooking and neither have any sugar in them at all, just the teaspoon of honey in the wholemeal and a teaspoon of malt in the white.

Of course both were kneaded for about 15 minutes now I know you’re meant to do it that long so they should be fine inside.

That flour and water glaze applied over the top of the already cooked egg yolk was purely for appearance sake and looks great: the white you can see is like a super-thin layer that crumbles when you rub it.
Both doughs were mixed and kneaded separately as individual loaves, but both have the same very even texture and though the white (above) is much lighter than the wholemeal (below), the wholemeal bread is still very soft too.

Now to pay more attention to the sizzling egg than the bread, so I don’t ruin the yolk by forgetting about it as it overcooks..

See this is just one reason I have to have a woman present: I’ve eaten in now but that was hands-down the best eggs on toast I’ve ever eaten in my life. The bread was cut nearly a inch thick as was unbelievably soft – someone else *should* have been here because someone’s just missed out on an amazing comfort-foody meal. AMAZING.
And that’s the wholemeal toasted: kinda like those ploughmans loaf tasting. Excellent.

Sunday, 31th March 2019

I haven’t updated this at all today because I’ve been preoccupied with the front- page listing and adding custom styling for each post category.

10:34 PM

I still need to find the CSS selectors for the actual text inside each box, but I’ve set the basics for what I consider the most important categories, so they can now be visually recognized and your subconscious will do it automatically for you once you’ve viewed the site even a handful of times.

General, Light and Dark posts

General (Light): any posts that have a more uplifting or lighter hearted overall feel to them are slightly lighter colored than the ‘neutral’ posts in General.
General: Posts that are neither positive or negative are coloured the same as the page background.
General (Dark): Posts that are predominantly negative are coloured slightly darker than those in General or General->Light categories – if you’re already depressed or easily offended, maybe just avoid these darker posts.

All I need to do is add a post to the Light or Dark category to style the post that way so it’s very easy to choose a visual style, and I can have a visual way of indicate the general tone of the post.

Love

Love: this doesn’t mean a month long post full of ‘I loooove yous’, but a period of time I’ve been influenced by it.

The Rainforest Journals

The Rainforest Journals: they are all this colour *except* if the post is also in Love: I listed the CSS ordering so the /love/ gets priority regardless which group of posts it’s part of.

The new styles have only been applied to the homepage listing at the moment so you’ve gotta go there to see what I mean: https://psychaesthetic.net

That’s it for this entry, and though I’ve already created Aprils’ post it’s set to publish on the 1st April, so it’ll be right along: it’s not the 1st for another few hours in the USA where the server is located.

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