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Wow yeah that’s reallywaaaaaaaaaitaminute
(To the tune of “I Can Go The Distance” from Disney’s Hercules)
Now I’m quarantined, not touching my face
I’m not symptomatic, doesn’t mean I can leave
The responsible thing for me to do:
mitigate infections, shrink the curve dramatically
I can stay inside
I can social distance
I’ll be here for five
weeks or maybe more
I know staying in
helps us all to win
I can’t infect anyone
if I just stay
~inside~
Couldn’t find any gingerbread men with buttcheeks on Google. Had to make my own.
...why tho
complete silence is more distracting than background noise and you can fight me on this
let me explain, if I don’t have background noise my brain will make it’s own background noise and Brain Background Noise is infinitely more distracting than Regular Background Noise
I feel the same way.
Scrolling online.
a neurotypical: if you have noise sensitivity why do you listen to loud music?
me: one loud noise is easier than 20 loud noises all at once.
Me: Loud music that I can control is better than loud noises I cannot control
Me: Loud noises that are rhythmic, familiar, and pleasurable to me are better than sudden ugly chaos
THANK YOU
today is video games’s birthday.
Happy birthday videogames
According to the song Seasons of Love from RENT, there are 525,600 minutes a year.
One line later, there are “525,000 Moments so dear”.
So, doing the math, we can glean that there are 600 moments which aren’t so dear.
And I think I just used one of them by walking in on my boss who forgot to lock the bathroom stall.
this post did not even remotely go in the direction I was expecting it to
This is what happens when a bubble freezes
been howlin at scottish twitter for three days now here’s some of my favourites
Scottish Twitter is honestly on a whole other level
Please unmute this
I wasn’t sure what I was expecting, but it wasn’t this
BAH GAWD, THAT WOLF HAS A FAMILY
i love cutthroat kitchen but bingewatching makes it really stand out how often alton brown refers to himself as ‘daddy’ and makes contestants wear spreader bars
I’m sorry what
you heard me
#I CAN’T BELIEVE I NOW KNOW WHERE TO BUY THE EXACT FETISH GEAR THEY USE ON MY FAVORITE COOKING SHOW
@genericrevenge
OKAY BUT WHY THE FUCK ARE THEY USING SPREADER BARS ON A COOKING SHOW??!??! DOESNT THAT MAKE IT KINDA HARD TO COOK???!?
kinda, yeah
@datas-vibrating-robot-dong this seems like your speed
That logo looks familiar.
WHAT
OH MY GOD
We met Alton Brown at a show he did here - we paid the extra cash to meet him and get a blurry cellphone pic with him and have him sign a picture. He noticed my (male) companion’s pocket watch, and proceeded to order him to take it out of his pocket. It wasn’t obnoxious, it was in a Dom tone that brooked no argument. So he complied. When he found out it wasn’t wound, and so not working, he was deeply disappointed, and told him to do better next time.
If this guy isn’t a Dom, I’ll eat that spreader bar.
This post just keeps going new places every reblog cycle.
oh. maybe. maybe this it. maybe that’s the problem.
Well call me completely out then
This post shot me in my bedroom, then proceeded to root out my entire garden, salting the earth after setting fire to the house
Rejection sensitive dysphoria is wild. Someone will be like “hey just so you know the thing you did was a little bit loud/uncomfortable/insensitive but it’s ok I know you didn’t mean it” and my brain will instantly translate “you should be shot”
“why do you talk so loud? you’re always yelling”. i swear to god every time i hear that i want to just run off and hang myself. it is THE WORST
To the people in the notes saying “Don’t call it dysphoria, that’s just being insecure”
- “Dysphoria” is just the opposite of “euphoria”. It doesn’t have to mean gender dysphoria. Lots of things can cause different kinds of dysphoria - PMDD is Pre-Menstrual Dysphoric Disorder (which is like PMS but much more severe, and causes intense depression and mood swings). Or, in this case, RSD - Rejection-Sensitive Dysphoria
- When it’s mentioned at all, it’s almost always in relation to ADHD. (And it tends to be described as “this is exclusive to ADHD” but I don’t think that’s actually true.) It’s also a thing with C-PTSD and BPD. (And probably more. But a lot of this stuff co-occurs with ADHD so like … ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ )
- I suspect it’s actually more of a trauma thing that’s exacerbated by ADHD. (A lot of the way people respond to ADHD is inherently traumatic. Being told your whole life “Well you could do the thing if you really wanted to” when no, you actually CAN’T, etc, has the same effects as emotional abuse and gaslighting on your self-esteem. And well. Being shunned for your whole childhood for being too loud/too weird/etc tends to … yeah.)
- Just being insecure or even anxious isn’t the same as Rejection-Sensitive Dysphoria. RSD - to me, at least - feels like being slapped or getting stabbed in the chest. It’s going from “Everything’s pretty much fine” to, upon a mild correction, being “I’m the worst. I should die. Nothing will ever ever get better.“ And even when I rationally know that’s not true, I’m having physiological responses that I can’t just turn off. (It’s a lot like an emotional flashback in that regard, honestly.) You’re responding to the thing as if it’s a threat.
- It doesn’t help, though, that ADHD brains are will focus exclusively on one thing to the exclusion of all else, at the least convenient time. So we hyperfocus on “that stupid thing I said” and the perceived rejection and and the pain, and it kind of becomes a feedback loop of suck.
I usually describe the feeling as being like… going from a normal, good, or even great day to suddenly feeling like the world is ending. And it seems to be worst when you were really excited about something and someone’s response- to the thing, or, more often, to your excitement for it- manages to hit that button that trips the world-ending feeling.
This is:
1) why I rarely laugh in public anymore
2) why minor fuckups feel like world-ending mistakes and I have to check and double check with people that we’re good
There’s a hidden level of brilliance in this moment:
Chef Boyardee is known today for his cheap out-of-the-can pasta, but in his native Italy he was a renowned expert chef. He was reduced to the face of microwaveable eateries after his death.
Sound like anyone else from this movie?
Chef Ettore Boiardi, known today as Chef Hector Boyardee, was a key player in keeping poverty struck families fed for a low price, before he ever came out with the canned pasta line. He would jar his sauce in milk bottles and provide bags of dry noodles for families in Cleveland, Ohio’s Little Italy sector. It was during the Depression, and pasta could be made in large portions at a low cost. This was the start of his venture.
After years of success, he eventually opened his canning facility, opened his restaurant “Il Giardino d’Italia” in New York, and helped feed the Allies during the war. Everyone always glazes over this part of his life, especially the Cleveland part. He lived here. He DIED here. He’s BURIED HERE. My mother took care of him at the nursing home she worked for in her early 20′s when he was ailing and spoke of nothing but the kindness he and his family radiated when they were there. Chef Boiardi was an immigrant with a dream and was always there to help those in need, because he knew what it was like to be in that position. Never let that go.
I had thought he was a fictionalized mascot, like Aunt Jemima or Betty Crocker, but this is really interesting.
“Proud of his Italian heritage, Boiardi sold his products under the brand name Chef Boy-Ar-Dee so that his American customers could pronounce his name properly.“
And if you have a name that isn’t “standard” in America, that is a Mood.
I’m glad this is making rounds, cuz it’s one of those bits of info I love sharing with people
I hate man caves. I absolutely hate them.
It’s just the sentiment behind them that I find so reprehensible. It’s this idea that men need a retreat away from the responsibilities of family life whereas women do not. I very seldom see people who have man caves also have a space for the woman and if they do it’s always significantly smaller, less equipped, and seldom used.
And the thing is men will often argue this point by saying “well she has the rest of the house” because they think that forcing their wives/girlfriends to do all of the administrative work around the house constitutes personal space. So they force their partners to become household managers wherein a daily flow is created that they are not involved enough to feel a part of, this creates a sense of disconnect from family life, and makes men feel as if they’re being bossed around in their wife’s home , which creates a need to “get away.” Which basically results in him hiding while his wife runs the household. Men think this is fair because they think that it’s natural for women to be household managers rather than realize she’s just picking up his slack.
We need to bring back studies.
Like, a common area where everyone in the household can gather, but for quiet activities and such