i've been obsessed with this video so i downloaded the video file off of youtube so even if the internet goes down i can always watch frogtimelapse.mp4
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i've been obsessed with this video so i downloaded the video file off of youtube so even if the internet goes down i can always watch frogtimelapse.mp4
Unmute, btw.
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Starving to death this morning because ive been to the new local cafe twice this week already and if i go a third time ill look desperate.
Me: I like the goods and/or services you offer in exchange for my money
The cafe, in my head: lmao cringe, kill yrself buddy
The endlessly wailing siren of my social anxiety issues is probably not going to be silenced by the people in the comments pointing out that being a regular at a restaurant is a normal thing for people to be, but I do zero-sarcasm appreciate the attempt, is very kind!
I used to walk into [redacted nonpizza store] in my area and the guy behind the counter would immediately ask me if I wanted a pizza. truly I experienced the mortifying ordeal of being known as the pizza guy
compared to that being a regular at a normal cafe ordering normal breakfast items would be a real relief
Literally dread this scenario, to have your identity *reduced down* to a single item order, to be known as such a plebian with such a restricted palette that your order can be charted in advance, oh widdle ash wants his chicken tendies uwu.
I agree having a set breakfast order is more socially acceptable than a set pizza order. But its not enough; its never enough.
Though life update: i did just go to the cafe in the end. I compromised with my anxiety by ordering a sandwich instead of my typical bagel. It was fine but not as good.
on the flipside, we went to the same place for brunch a couple years, one time my buddy orders something new, and while heâs eating five different members of the wait staff stopped by to be like âdid they bring you the wrong thing?â
This thread needs a trigger warning keep the horror stories coming
There was a bakeshop near my house that made soft ginger cookies and and macarons but only 2-3 good flavors. I walked in once and the cashier (who I definitely didnât recognize) said âlet me guess - ginger cookies and cookies-n-cream macarons, right?â
Needless to say, I never returned.
I once went to a McDonaldâs, the cashier said âbig mac combo meal and a chicken burger, right?â and I said âyeahâ and then didnât come back for two years
This entire genre of concern so fascinatingly foreign to me! the cafeteria pizza guy knows I want 3 slices of whatever veggie pizza he has, and he will have them ready for me without me having to say anything besides a quick murmured thanks, and he smiles when he sees me and starts to grab them, and it feels so good! to be known, even a little bit, to be a small constant in someone elseâs life⊠thereâs just something so beautiful and precious and good in that, for me.
When I lived in [the city where I lived for undergrad] there was this place very close to my house with cheap and delicious lamb curry and the people at the counter knew my face and would start scooping the lamb curry into a bowl when they saw me come through the door. I thought this was lovely of them and always made sure to tip generously. Restaurant and regular is a mutually beneficial relationship.
Yeah thereâs a bakery/cafe a few doors down from me and reaching the point where they a) remember my face/name and b) know my regular order meant that I can no longer get breakfast anywhere else ever.
Had the guy at the taco truck I routinely went to for lunch who asked me after a few years if I only ate burritos or something, no man Iâm just donât see the need to mix up my lunches.
As someone whoâs been both front and back of house in various large and small food services: regulars account for roughly 40% of sales and thier consistency makes it easier to order supplies and keep stock levels stable.
As front of house my regulars were always a welcome sight, an easy serve and clear, a guaranteed a happy customer and pleasant interaction. Especially in diners or lunch spots where reliable turnover = tips and most people never come in more than once, having a familiar face whoâs rhythms and tastes you recall makes the rest of your service work easier.
If you have any anxiety about being a regular somewhere just be sure to tip well, and you will magically transform from âpizza guyâ or âlamb curry dudeâ to Beloved Favorite Regular and the servers will squabble to get you seated in thier section.
When I worked for Dominoâs Pizza, there was a guy who ordered a pizza, without fail, on Thursday at 6pm. Until the day he didnât.
One of our drivers was delivering nearby and decided to check on the guy. Turns out the guy got home, got most of the way through the door, and lost consciousness. (If memory serves, it was a diabetic episode.) Driver couldnât revive him and called 911. Saved the guyâs life.
when i worked in a remote office when i started my job, i went to dennyâs for lunch enough that iâd just walk in and a server would go âtake a seat over there, Iâll be over with your iced tea to take your order in a momentâ
Food service workers love their regulars, especially if youâre a good tipper and are polite, we literally look forward to seeing you every day. Also service workers donât care if you order the same thing, and us remembering your order means we like you.
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Also no we arenât âboiling your personality down to an item/orderâ, you are. We are offering you preference recall and welcoming you and your *presence* does in fact correspond to our need to give you a certain order. Itâs okay for that to happen.
For all my fellow social anxiety sufferers out there. Because my local coffee shop knows I always get iced coffee or a mocha and a biscotti and it stresses me the fuck out because Iâm like âWhat if they think my order is dumb?? What if theyâre like there she goes again stuffing her face with biscottis all the timeâ but nothing matters and a biscotti with your coffee in the morning really makes all the difference in what kinda day youâre gonna have.
i used to live near a really good bagel place, and every Tuesday without fail i would go in and order the exact same thing. eventually, i would be able to walk in, not even say anything, just grab the juice i bought every day and bring it to the counter and my order would already be in the works. once i had trouble finding my wallet and they just let me eat free. even as i slowly transitioned from male to female they still recognized me and still treated me with the same quiet kindness as they always did.
i miss that place lmao
Canât help but think of the much-missed Big Nickâs Burger and Pizza Joint at 77th and Broadway: 23-hour service (24-hour if you kept your head down and ate/drank and were quiet: theyâd just close for an hour and clean up around you). 24-hour breakfast. The best burgers and pizza (and Greek food, as Big Nick was Greek [and a former Olympian to boot]). A 23-page menu (see it here. You wonât believe it. I still donât understand how they produced all that good food out of their little cellar kitchen. Wizardry of one kind or another was certainly involved).
One of the first times @petermorwood and I were in, weâd arrived (as usual) on a red-eye and crashed early due to the jetlag, then (also as usual) woke up in the middle of the night, starving. Staggered out of the hotel and across Broadway into Nickâs (me in a new fake-chinchilla coat that was wonderfully soft and very warm but made me look like a linebacker). Peter was in the mood for something Greek, and got the lamb kebab with the tsatsiki and pilaf. I had one of those gigantic burgers they specialized in. Peter spotted retsina on the menu and said, âHey, yeah, we havenât had that since [the SCBWI conference in] HydraâŠ!â âŠNo argument from me: I like it too, if itâs not too resinated.
We ate and drank and ate some more and drank some more (we were there for some hours and killed two bottles of that retsina, it was unusually goodâŠ): then, as the dawn was breaking, made our way out to go crash again for a few hours and start working our way into East Coast time so we could get business done.
The next time we got back to NY (a year later? Two perhaps? It was summertime, anywayâŠ) we turned up for lunch about halfway through the visit, and the guy at the front pizza oven turned around and called to one of the other staff, âHey, itâs Grey Fur Lady and Retsina Guy!â And were instantly made welcome as if weâd only been gone a few hours.
(And when Peter asked Big Nick, later, about the sobriquets: Nick just kind of grinned and said, âThey told me you were easy to take care of. You tipped nicely. âŠAnd you two drank two bottles of retsina and didnât trash the joint.â)
Ah, memories. Itâs a pity Nickâs is gone. But itâs not really dead as long as we remember it⊠and the good staff who made it go.
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Woke up last night, barely remember writing this, went straight back to sleep
So I binged the entirety of How To Build a Sex Room last night and this one scene just cracked me up
The designer's at a western leather/tack store looking for supplies to make a rustic-style sex swing and turns to one of the store employees for advice, which initially goes about as amusingly as you would expect
So then she pulls up some pictures to give him an idea of what she needs
And he's Immediately like
The professional disgust, I'm living
... yeah, that tracks. I know so many crafting professionals who would be like that.
'Professional expresses strong well-founded opinions on something he only just learned about,' gotta be one of my favorite genres
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