This is about as unrelated as it gets, but I was once on a cooking competition show as background. I had a prep list, and while the contestants were front-stage, I was in the back of the shot, doing the prep list, looking chef-y, alongside some other BG. The prep list was double-duty, it was also making stuff for the contestants to use later, but our main job was just to make the kitchen look busier. I imagine that in most shots I was in, I was at best an out-of-focus blur behind the main shot.
So at the beginning, the contestants are showing off their knife skills and making little fruit sculptures or whatever, IDGAF, and they were being interviewed at the same time. “What does cooking mean to you?” and that kind of stuff.
I … was not supposed to be interviewed. I was BG. The interviewer apparently, did not know who was a contestant and who was BG, so they came over to me. And after all of these eloquent long-winded philosophy-and-dream guided answers, they come to me, and go “What is cooking?”
And me, deep in focus on looking professional and getting the prep list done and not listening to the interviews, aware that I’m not supposed to talk or be talked to (I’m not paid for speaking lines!), but also aware I am the focus right now, but also aware that they will cut this out of the televised part and I can relax and shrug him off, but also suddenly aware there’s still a live audience and I can’t just shrug him off, but also confused because I didn’t realize he was fishing for a deep philosophical answer: “Cooking is making food”.
Well. I got a laugh out of the live audience, and they must have decided to keep the line because my pay was upgraded from “SSE” (Special Skills Extra) rates to “Speaking” rates.
you can be peeling a boiled egg and think to yourself wow. that was so simple. and then you peel another one and it’s like being in the throes of war. shell everywhere. egg mangled. tears in your eyes. that’s how god keeps you humble
like i can just imagine him being one of those people that gets mad if anyone enters the kitchen while theyre there. casts wall of fire so nobody else can get to the campfire and fuck up his stew
spoiler but further confirmation of Gale being the cook of the group:
I’ve also heard that if he joins your party when the party is already full, he promises to make everyone a meal and have it waiting when you get back to camp. He’s so great.
when you’re a child and you stay up past your bedtime you get punished by your parents, when you’re an adult and you stay up too late you just get punished by the ghosts and spirits and demons and such
officially decided that anyone who tries to divide the lgbt community is a fed. i dont care if you’re not actually a fed, if you’re causing infighting in a minority community then you’re a fed who just isnt getting paid to be one. either apply for a job at the CIA or shut the fuck up
some people understood this post. some people revealed themselves to be feds
“I’m not going to do the thing because I don’t view it as important.” ←Conscious decision made of your own free will.
“I want to do the thing because I view it as important, but trying to get myself to do the thing creates the same reaction as trying to put my hand on a hot stove would.” ← Executive dysfunction, a physical health problem that doesn’t answer to your own free will.
“Trying to get myself to do the thing creates the same reaction as trying to put my hand on a hot stove would. This must mean I don’t actually want to do the thing and I’m just tricking myself into thinking I do.” ← No, that’s still executive dysfunction, but you’re having brainworms about it.
The girl I’m dating and I both think that we sleep on the left side of the bed. I’m coming to terms with the fact that she may be a psychopath and I don’t know what’s real anymore.
Which option has the sides of the bed correctly labelled?
