We’re Gabriel and Delilah Mitchell, fraternal twins (a fork and a soup spoon), though people mostly call him Gabe. I’m a student at a two-year culinary school (graduating in May!), and Gabe is still in four-year university. We’re 20 years old. I work at the Snack Shack and Gabe does odd jobs around the park, not really an employee, but he wants to help me and Benson out (even though he really should be focusing on his studies!). We live in Benson’s apartment building, right down the hall. Benson was out babysitter when we were younger; our mom was his high school tech theater teacher (that’s how I convinced Ben to at least give me a shot at the job). I smoke pot to help combat clinical depression and Gabe takes meds for ADD (better living through chemistry, amirite?). I’m also an aspiring screenwriter/filmmaker, and Gabe is studying journalism and attempting to make it as a stand-up comic (and oh my God, you guys, he’s so fucking funny). My job supports us both. We have an older sister, Charity, who is a knife (and the sharpest of us all, har-dee-har), and a much younger sister (a teaspoon, if you’re curious). Our mum and dad are divorced, and mum’s remarried (to a silver fox, of all things). Dad isn’t, um…really involved any more. Anyways, that’s it! We love questions, and you can ask me, Gabe, or even Charity and the rest of our family!
Combine 1/3 cup softened butter, 1/3 cup sugar, an egg, 2 teaspoons water, 1/4 teaspoon vanilla extract, 2/3 cup flour, and 3/4 teaspoon baking powder. Roll it into a log, cut it relatively thin, sprinkle sugar on top, and pop into a 350* oven for about 8 minutes.
Yeah, speakin’ of which, you need to quit leavin’ your books n’ such all over the coffee table. Don’t ya know that’s reserved for my booze and magazines?
Here’s my problem with Fatal Attraction, though: how come the dude gets the happy ending when it was mainly his fault for not keepin’ it in his pants in the first place?
((Hi friend! I'm gonna go ahead and answer this out of character, since you're part of today's lucky 10,000! You also follow this blog even though it isn't in one of your fandoms, and that's just plain awesome.
In the Regular Show universe, which is where this ask blog and these characters exist, sometimes characters are not human; they are anthropomorphic animals, animate objects, ghosts, fictional creatures, etc. The main canon cast includes a 6-foot-tall bluejay, a yeti in jeans, and a very angry gumball machine. And they aren't even the half of it!
In this universe, not being human is, well, regular.
As for the Utensils specifically, their brains are in their heads like regular people's, they're just flat. They're not possessed, it's not a spell. They're the kids of a butter knife and a wooden spoon, and they are living very regular lives.
If you get the chance, I recommend you check out the show! It's very good, very funny. Probably my favorite show currently on television.))
Good news, readers! Due to my recent good performance and willingness to work overtime, Hewis has allowed me once again to use the office computer for personal use during downtime! And there’s a lot of downtime around here. It’s the economy, stupid! People just aren’t willing to pay for psychic services right now.
Hewis seemed surprised at the recent downturn in business. I pointed out that as a clairvoyant he should surely have seen it coming, then he threw an orange at me.
Hmm…you’d think the terrible economy would make them want to use psychic services more. Y’know, see if they’ll get more money soon and all that. Sorta like people playing the lotto more when they’re poorer.
Well, all I know is, they’d better start showing up soon, because it’ll be a lean month for Ricky otherwise. Don’t get me wrong, I’m loving the extra computer time*, but I need the overtime.
*I think Yates has me blocked on Facebook, though, the dirty dog.
Good news, readers! Due to my recent good performance and willingness to work overtime, Hewis has allowed me once again to use the office computer for personal use during downtime! And there’s a lot of downtime around here. It’s the economy, stupid! People just aren’t willing to pay for psychic services right now.
Hewis seemed surprised at the recent downturn in business. I pointed out that as a clairvoyant he should surely have seen it coming, then he threw an orange at me.
Hmm...you'd think the terrible economy would make them want to use psychic services more. Y'know, see if they'll get more money soon and all that. Sorta like people playing the lotto more when they're poorer.
“And that’s when I started choking on my wing and he had to do the Heimlich maneuver.”
“All because he asked you if you wanted to move in together?” Gabe nodded at her from his kneeling position on the couch, turned to look at his sister better. “You’re a moron, have I told you that?”
I don’t know what the hell’s up with our pitchin’ rotation this year. What I do know is that unless the Sox get their act together quickly, we’re gon’ be eight games behind them by July.