in much more interesting news, today at work I got to explore an abandoned 500-year-old castle, seized by the state because of the owner’s massive tax evasion
we spent an hour and half going all over the grounds, I’d never felt so #urbex
just want to point out that we found this door at one point
I thought I could figure out the referent, but no. I can’t. Which murdered British boys? Someone go back and ask that elderly neighbor or I’ll never be able to sleep again.
King Edward V of England and Richard of Shrewsbury, Duke of York! They were murdered by their uncle!
So this couple walks in- a broad-shouldered man with an accent (Italian, I think) and a man that I can best describe as looking like Cecil Palmer.
“Okay- weird question. So you guys did our wedding- amazing by the way. And it’s been a month and just about all the flowers in the vases have died by now except for this one thing that’s really holding on in there. And we want to know what that plant is and how to take care of it to keep it alive. And we don’t know how to like… describe it and it sounds kind of weird to go to up to a stranger and say ‘hey what’s this weird wiggly green plant you put in our vases a month ago?’ but I guess that’s what I’m asking.”
“Sounds like curly willow. If you keep it in water it will eventually start rooting and you can grow a new plant from it from the cutting.”
“That is too cool! What do you suggest we do?”
“Well, you can keep it in the water for now, but eventually you’ll want to pot it in soil because that’s how it’s going to get its nutrients.”
“Can we,” the Italian guy asks. “Can we plant it in the floor?” I figure he means ‘plant it outside.’
I nod. “It’ll keep growing.”
“What does it look like when it’s bigger? Does it stay like a wiggly stick?”
“Oh, no, it’ll branch out. It’s actually a tree.”
The skinnier one turns to his husband and says:
“Did you hear that, honey? They gave us a tree! We have a tree now!”
Have you tried talking to your family instead of being a passive-aggressive weirdo?
No you fucking idiot, we shouldn’t have to talk to grown men about cleaning after their fucking selves. Get the fucking picture already
all the people in the notes talking abt how she should’ve discussed it with her partner, maybe her partner should get up off his ass, notice the damn mess, and actually do something about it?
men are so fucking incompetent god forbid they do their own dishes or laundry.
Anyone who thinks this woman has not used her magnificent sense of humor to politely cajole, plead, and otherwise negotiate with her partner to please oh my god rinse your dishes and put them in the washer and maybe even turn it on sometimes at least a thousand times (only for the delight of being called a nag for the trouble) before resorting to this last ditch effort, congrats on outting the fact you’ve never listened to women and never once paid attention to what your mother was doing while you grew up.
People insisting that she should have “just told” her husband to wash the dishes…. you really have to be told? To wash the dishes?? In your own home???
tng: this is our bartender guinan. she’s an enigmatic, centuries-old being with more wisdom than you can imagine and often acts a source of wise counsel to our crew. she even intimidates Q.
I just watched The Room (2003) for the first time with some friends and I. I cannot. this broke me
the pizza? the one that Lisa orders? the half-hawaiian, half pesto-and-artichoke?
that’s my favorite pizza
that’s the pizza I order every. single. time.
what does this mean?
like, have all of the pizza places I’ve ordered from for the past decade thought I was referencing The Room? have I been getting silent judgement from the local Dominos without my knowledge?? is this why that guy at Mod Pizza laughed at me that one time??
how did I, a person who had never seen The Room, choose this as my favorite pizza? is this fate? happenstance?
what does this say about me?
I’m having like. an existential breakdown over this
