Little brother is watching me

One day my brother Jaime was born, and he was a baby. I wasn’t. I was eight, visiting him in that hospital and not much interested. I found it funnier to plug my hairpin into the jack. Getting almost killed I learned that mothers like to accumulate kids, not substituting them. Later, new brother and I shared the room. He was cool. If only he didn´t sleep with his eyes open. Maybe he did so because I was a sleepwalker. We little monsters got on. Old brother and me took care of him while he grew up, and up, and up. Up to two meters high, the height needed to pack his so many qualities: super witty, clever, smart, ambitious, popular and big-hearted. One of those persons you would buy a second-hand car from. So I have just bought his, which I won´t draw, cause it´s not parked inside the 53m2 (only cause door is too small). Instead I will draw these awesome laughing teeth he gave me for my birthday, which I associate with all the times Jaime has taken me out to party or has made me laugh. Whenever he called and noticed sad boredom. Now I feel he is the one who has been really taking care of me, since I chose not to grow up. Jimmy rocks. Forever.

Souvenirs from Verona

Verona is the city of the beautiful windows. Probably that is why, in the Middle Ages, it inspired the legend of a boy falling for a girl who used to lean out of a window (Romeo y Giulietta). You would fall for a Platypus if you saw him leaning out of those awesome openings. Also, there is not much more to do there. When those guys started hanging around Verona together, they had not the museums of Firenze, the street life from Roma, the food from Napoli or the glamorous shops of Milano. They got bored. From the moonlight balcony, she suggested him playing movie guessing. Still boring. He proposed her changing roles, asking her to be the climber while he would be the one in the window; spouting nonsense about fancying her the same if she would be a rose, a plane, a bird or Super Grove. Dull. Eventually they got married. And days went by. Not many days though, till these Veronese kids literally got bored to death. Later, Shakespeare, who was never in Italy, got it all wrong. He wrote that the two teens had killed themselves, when they faced a universal truth: the wrong combination of lovers’ backgrounds will usually fuck happy endings up. Thus, Shakespeare created the basis for Gothic literature based on the Gothic architecture of a romantic girl´s room window.

Next chapter: Of How Bill Gates visits Verona with her old auntie, comes up with an idea and he becomes filthy rich.

Wait, I brought something from Verona to draw. Not a window, not a Panetone, not one of those classy Romeo and Juliet souvenirs that change color in the sun, not a lover, not even a Platypus. I just brought a book that is keeping me hooked with all its rough yet funny connected stories, “Ti prendo e ti porto via” (I´ll steal you away). Verona booksellers are really good recommending lectures that will save you from boredom, which you will not have time to experience, if you only stay for a couple of days. In the end, Verona is just too beautiful too miss. Visit if you need to go windows-falling-in-love.

Let it foam

Which came first at 53m2 , the chicken or the egg?  The sometimes useful cream whipper with a Nitrous Oxide dispenser to make culinary foams came before the basic microwaves. Mr 53m2 is a sophisticated chef. What I am posting next has nothing to do with my drawing of Christmas foam or sophisticated chefs. But I found in Grasscity a post so funny about nitrous oxide that I want to share. Not that it is the reason why the Nitrous Oxide dispenser came first here…

As written in Grasscity by Sultan of Swing:

Nitrous oxide is so good

Nitrous oxide (n2o) is a must have in every home. It’s legal to buy and possess and it’s hella cheap. It’s also highly addictive psychologically because it’s so fucking fun. (They don’t call it hippy crack for nothing.) You can buy it from a headshop, porn store or online (creamright, ebay, etc). Ask for ‘whipped cream chargers.’ You don’t need a cracker. You can get a regular whipped cream dispenser.

Dangers:
The gas itself is relatively harmless. Most problems arise from carelessness. With that being said, let me mention what might cause harm. DO NOT inhale directly out of the tank or canister.

The gas coming out of the canister is pressurized and VERY cold. The pressure can collapse your lungs and the intensely cold gas can cause frost bite to your hands, lips, mouth, vocal cords (!!!), throat and lungs. Not cool.

This is easy to avoid. You have to put the gas in a balloon so it’ll warm up first. This takes only a few seconds and should _always_ be done. Remember, never inhale directly from the cracker or n2o tank.

You might pass out. N2O displaces oxygen in the blood, which means you might pass out if you use a lot in a short period of time.

You won’t pass out unless you continously take hits with no oxygen in between. However, you should ALWAYS be sitting down when taking hits, so just in case you do pass out, you won’t fall, breaking your face on the edge of a table or the sink.

DEATH..
Most deaths from N2O occurred from suffocation. What usually happens is somebody is taking hits from a big bag, and they pass out with the bag landing over their head. They get no oxygen and suffocate. Other deaths were the result of using a gas mask. Same mechanism as above.

Solution? Always use a balloon and don’t do it standing up. Prepare for passing out, even though if you’re careful that won’t happen. Also, if you do pass out, you’ll regain consciousness in a minute or two, so don’t panic. Just make sure you don’t pass out and hit your head.

N2O does not kill brain cells, but lack of oxygen for long periods does. Solution? Take air in between each hit.

Here’s a summary:
Always put the n2o in a balloon so that it’s not pressurized and there is no chance of frost bite.

Don’t do it standing up because you might pass out and hit your head.

Take air in between each hit to avoid passing out.

Warning: Don’t use auto-grade nitrous oxide (the ones they sell for cars).
Also, NITRIC OXIDE is toxic. You want food-grade NITROUS OXIDE.

Then I researched about buying dispensers in porn shops and i don´t know if this post is even more funny than the post above.  Personally  I recommend you Mr 53m2 technique: he prepares his culinary foams following Ferrá Adriá recipes. Best sensations.

This was it. I let you thinking about a happy happy foamy Christmas for the next 5 days. Off to Verona. Will bring Panettone to make a yummy drawing for you. Happy puente de diciembre.

Imagine your microparadise

This blog was inspired by the collection of a zillion funny things at 53m2. But funnier is the fact that Mr 53m2 has a compressed Nitrous Oxide dispenser, and NO2 chargers to create culinary foams, but he did not have a microwaves. We finally got one. Because snowy weather is here, and there is nothing better than a hot drink as soon as you jump out from bed. Try this trick. Watch your microwaves working when you are all sleepy in a cold dark winter morning, and you might spot yourself in a heated microparadise of warm liquids and lots of light. Surf your microwaves!