I just laughed for one year watching this. The casual walk-off is just deadly.
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I just laughed for one year watching this. The casual walk-off is just deadly.
yeah yeah rainbow capitalism is bad and whatever but like. when I was a child, being pro gay was not the popular or lucrative choice. I'm happy that times have changed.
I miss rainbow capitalism. I do. I miss when it felt like public opinion was still pro gay. I understand it was always an empty gesture, but it mattered in a sense of knowing how socially acceptable being queer is. If that makes sense.
Every day I handle more money than I will ever make. Every day.
At the start of my employment, my boss showed me videos of people stealing, and we both had a chuckle about it. How silly they were! There was a camera overhead, and it’s not to watch the shoppers. See, we can’t actually stop shoplifters. They get away with it maybe nine out of ten times. But we, who are watched and tallied and witnessed? We are always caught.
At first it was hard to hold one hundred dollars bills. An amount I had never seen before. An amount that didn’t exist in my household. It’s normal now. Here is something that is not for me.
“What the hell, I’ll take another,” says the man, pondering our 200 dollar watches. What the hell. Total comes to 580 and not even a flinch in his face. I have been working for 11 hours today and made only 110 dollars. It will go to my rent. Today I work for free, it feels. When I get my check, I will have 35 dollars left for food and saving.
The six hundreds he hands me go into the cash register. For a moment, I imagine having money. Then I put it away, counting out his change.
I know for a fact we sell our products for double what they are worth. That I could be making commission. That they could hand me those 580 dollars and change my life and not even mark the difference in their checkbooks. He’s not the only sale they make today, but I am the reason they made it. He’s not the only one spending 600 dollars, but if I hadn’t spent two hours with him telling me about his life, he wouldn’t have spent any. I go home. I don’t own a watch.
I have watched and rewatched a video on how to make salmon four ways. My shopping list is always the same. Pasta. Rice. Tuna. If I can afford butter it was a good week. I dream of the world I will never walk in, where I can throw the best fish fillet in the cart with a shrug. I hold hundreds in my hand and look up at the camera. I put them under the cash drawer.
I go to work. I scrap together my savings. I eat my bowl of rice slowly. My manager takes a paid week off from work just for his birthday. He owns a yacht.
I’m not worth the cost of a watch.
i wrote this while i was working at orlando’s walt disney world parks.
i was part of their college program. i moved to the state for it. they legally owned the building i was living in and still charged me rent. i ostensibly was being charged to work for them. it was a 2 bedroom apartment and they placed 6 adult women in it in forced triples.
as many as one in ten disney employees have experienced homelessness while working for the company. despite huge efforts to unionize, strike, or otherwise demand fair treatment; disney has refused to increase employee quality of life.
disney admits publicly that a good portion of their success is because the employees (“cast members”) are dedicated, passionate, and selfless. this is never reflected in pay. even “face” characters (ie those that are princesses etc) make barely above a minimum wage.
at the time that i worked there, i made $8.50 an hour. at one point i was asked to create a human shield around a bag because a bomb dog had alerted to it. for eight fucking dollars an hour.
i now work a very cushy office job. i have bought the salmon and cooked it all four ways.
i go to the store. i am nice to the person behind the counter. she looks up at the camera while she counts out my change. there is nothing fundamentally different about her and i.
we are both worth more than the watch, anyway.
amir khusrow (1253–1325 CE)
This is back on my dash! And listen, I love to see Amir Khusrau getting appreciation, but this translation ignores a lot. The original rhymes! And scans! And does playful things with register! And conveys a tone of affectionate banter between the two speakers, not least because it has them both addressing each other as sakhi (translated above as “girl”) in the last two lines. I think taking some liberties with line order is worth it to preserve more of the rest—and I think there’s a better translation of sakhi. And so:
He only visits once a year, I splurge big on him when he’s here, His kisses make my tastebuds tango. Who, bitch, your man? Nah, bitch, a mango.
Thanks @wellpardonme for sending this to me!
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Mr Hayward, I am heartened to see you out in public so soon after your... disappointment with Miss Baxter. The whole situation was so publicly played out. I would have hidden myself away for a year, at least, with the humiliation of it all.
Make a mans whole retirement here why don't you
I have, like .... seventeen uses for this. Where do I get one?
Didn't even know this post was moving till it hit my dash again, I put it in the replies too but it is called a "chompsaw" and it's by Chompshop
They've got all kinds of patterns and such on their site for different creative projects, it does appear to be limited to cutting cardboard so if you want to do wood you will need something beefier.
Happy Pride month to the most aroace coded character I have ever seen
not nearly enough people talking about the way grace betrayed stratt too if you ask me. and tbf i get it, bc the implication is less overt (at least in the movie? still haven't read the book) but it's sooo much more interesting to me than the way she betrayed him.
bc like the way i see it she really did not need to pretend grace had a choice. those 3 hours she gave him were meaningless as far as the project itself and the fate of the world were concerned. and yes, it was in the hopes that he would come around on his own, but i don't think that was for grace's benefit. if anything, it probably would have been less painful for him if he'd never thought he had a say.
stratt wasn't asking for his consent, she knew it never mattered anyway. she was asking him to take some of the weight of his own death off her conscience, and he said no. no, i won't make the hard call for you just this once, not even with the whole world on the line. no, i won't acknowledge that you never had a choice either. no, i will not absolve you of the one sin it's in my power to forgive. that's gotta sting, even if she wasn't really expecting him to say yes, or even to recognize those 3 hours for what they were. she probably wasn't. she knows a long shot when she takes one.
I really need to find out who wrote the scene where Grace is putting on the hazmat suit, knocks his glasses awry, and instinctively reaches up to fix them only to knock his hand against the helmet
For one thing it's just a very good, funny split-second gag. For another, as someone who wears glasses and occasionally needs to wear a blast suit at work, I need to thank them for the incredibly realistic representation
scrapped painting,, thought i might as well post it
you don't even have a dog
posting this on twitter will get you put into witness protection
The magic of childhood is that you were constantly encountering new things. The best way to feel that way again is to fill your life with new experiences.
guys what should my 10,000th post be
im so fucking stupid
i'm crying laughing this is so funny