I got everything I need to make the best mother fucking rice krispie treats your face could ever taste… except the fucking rice cereal.
Service industry workers work very hard, with people who make lots of requests, demands. Some customers/guests are nice and reasonable… some are not. By and large, service workers do their best and keep a pretty damn good attitude even when people are jerks to them.
People tend to be quicker to report a complaint than a compliment.
That is why I encourage you to compliment your servers, cashiers, bus drivers, janitorial/maid staff, any person who provides a paid service. Even better, also deliver the compliment directly to their supervisor or corporate office, so more management people can see the compliment (it will help them with regards to performance reviews, raises, etc).
If you don’t know where to report an official compliment or are too shy or whatever, you can at least say thank you, or write something nice on your restaurant receipt, or for glob’s sake, be extra kind and extra patient with service workers.
I’m not usually here for “Most Beautiful” lists in general, but I am here for this one.
dream girl allison scagliotti
The NYPD tried to start a hashtag outpouring of positive memories with their police force.
If this were ever a bad idea, it was probably the worst idea for arguably the most corrupt police force in America.
Don’t tell Chicago PD that they aren’t ~winning~ this “contest”
Today is Wrigley day in Chicago. Wrigley stadium was built 100 years ago today.
Watching the news coverage, I am reminded once again why I don’t live in Lakeview or Wrigleyville (Neighborhoods near Wrigley/Cubs stadium): there are hundreds of people packing the streets near the stadium.
If you’ve never been, Wrigley field is located in a residential neighborhood (just saw that Stephen Colbert used to live near there in fact), and I have NO interest in having drunk dude-bros wandering through my yard all the time.
So no, I’m not going down there to celebrate.
However, my hometown baseball team is playing the Cubs today. And since the Cubs will be wearing replica uniforms from 1914, the Dbacks are dressing up as the Kansas City somethings (I forgot, it was on the news) for today’s game.
Oh, god… This news station is covering baseball players’ beard styles.
Look around your college classroom, spot the virgins.
See, this seems like a game until you skip over the girl with a short skirt and hair in front of her eyes because you heard last summer that she slept with like nineteen guys. You can’t see her hands, but they’re under the table, pulling a rosary through her fingers as she tries to wash the sin off her. She’s only ever kissed three people in her whole life and they’re all girls. She turned down the wrong guy and he told everyone she’s “a whore.” The label “slut” stuck to the bottom of her shoe and swallowed her up.
But that quiet girl who is always reading probably never touched someone else’s penis, you figure, because you don’t know that she goes home and strips down and pulls on tight black leather, you don’t know she’s got a set of whips that could make any set of knees quiver, you don’t know because she’s proud of what she does but she’s not stupid enough to let anyone know about it. She’s sexy, just not here, not where people judge.
See, the truth is: you have no idea who has lost their virginity, because it doesn’t change you. It doesn’t give you some kind of glow or superpower or stamp on your forehead. You know the feeling of waking up on your birthday and thinking “I don’t feel any older whatsoever”? That’s what maybe they’re all so afraid of you finding out: sex doesn’t change you. Sex doesn’t make you an animal, sex doesn’t suddenly make your relationship a million times more stable or intimate or romantic - it can’t fix what’s broken, although it can make the pain go away for a bit. Sex doesn’t really occur with eighty tea lights and a thick white rug. Sex is ugly and loud and frequently awkward, sex is excellent and breathtaking and when you wake up the next morning, you’re the exact same person. There’s not some magical connection with the person in bed beside you. Believe it or not, pregnancy isn’t some kind of punishment - but practice safe sex, get tested, don’t spread your germs around. They want to tell you, “Sex can ruin you” and I’ve heard that a lot as a little girl, that some boy would join me under my sheets and then dump me four days after, used, unhappy.
But I figured out that I’m not a fucking toy. Letting someone have sex with me is not letting them “use” me, because I’m not an object. My father said the issue lay in the fact “Men are insecure and need to know that they’re the best you ever had,” but I think that’s a steaming crock of absolute-wrong and if I didn’t tell the people I’m with how many others I’d slept beside, there would be literally no way for them to know my number, because I don’t rust, I don’t wear out, I don’t get bruised. I’m not a wilting fruit, I don’t go rotten.
But here’s the thing: some people connect sex and emotion. I don’t personally because I am probably secretly an ice storm in disguise, but I still respect my partner’s desires. If they’re the type to want love and sex to coincide, I let them. I don’t make fun, I don’t pull one-night-stands or friends-with-benefits, because it’s not their “reputation” I’m afraid for: it’s their heart I’m defending.
Here’s the thing: Instead of worrying about people’s “purity” and how it defines them as a person, worry instead about how you can protect other people’s emotions.
Because here’s the thing: look around your room and spot the virgins. Look harder. You can’t tell. Sex doesn’t alter people, it doesn’t make them act in a certain way nor dress in a certain manner. Sex and personality have nothing to do with each other. There’s a reason that virginity doesn’t show on someone’s face: because having sex doesn’t cause you to change.
Krista and Tatiana Hogan are craniopagus twins, meaning they’re connected at the head.
They share a structure that connects Krista’s thalamus to Tatiana’s. The thalamus is a double-lobed organ that plays important roles in processing sensory input and creating consciousness.
Since Krista’s and Tatiana’s thalami are connected, scientists and members of the Hogan family think the girls might view the world differently than the rest of us do.
For example, Dr. Cochrane believes the girls can see through each other’s eyes. He came to this conclusion after covering Krista’s eyes, placing electrodes on her head, and watched Krista’s brain respond after shining a light in Tatiana’s pupils.
Other times, one girl will be watching TV while the other is looking somewhere else. Suddenly, the twin not watching TV will start laughing at what’s happening onscreen.
Their “thalamic bridge” also affects their sense of taste. Krista is a ketchup fiend, but Tatiana hates the stuff. Once, Krista was eating ketchup, and Tatiana furiously tried to wipe it off her own tongue even though she wasn’t eating any ketchup herself.
Perhaps the strangest phenomenon of all is that the twins sometimes use the word “I” to describe both of themselves at once.
As of 2011, no one had run any conclusive tests on the girls and their odd condition. However, scientists who have observed their behavior and brain scans are flabbergasted and excited. While no one can say for sure at the moment, it really does seem Krista and Tatiana can share private thoughts and perceive what the other is sensing.
As someone who wants to study consciousness in the future, I can say this is one of the most extraordinary cases I have ever heard of.
this is fucking amazing
My potential puppy ran away from the family who was holding him.
He slipped his collar on a walk this morning and they haven’t been able to find him since.
I hope he’s okay, and I hope they can find him. He isn’t even microchipped though so it’s not looking good.
I may live alone, but I will not eat like it!
I decided to make a ham. Because the only ham I like is the thick sliced, off the bone, honey/brown sugar glazed nom nom nom…
Also: roasted parsnips and asparagus
For desert: the mouth gastric bread monstrosity I posed earlier. Baked with chocolate, honeyed goat cheese, and a secret, indulgent ingredient.
Oh, and I have to make cupcakes for my boss’s going away mini-party tomorrow.
I do have a friend probably coming over, otherwise I am going to have the best leftovers week ever.
Note: never name a cat Jezebel
Chocolate melty pull-apart bread
One loaf crusty French bread
Chocolate chips (I chopped up half of a 1$ chocolate bar)
Soft cheese (I used a honeyed goat cheese, but cream cheese works!)
Cut incisions into the bread longways to make three sections
- don’t cut through the back! You want it to hold together as one piece
Cut several incisions short ways, about 1-1.5 inches apart
Fill the gaps with clumps of cheese, and chocolate pieces, until it is bursting with goodies.
Wrap in foil and toast for ~10 minutes at 375 degrees.
Omg I forgot how delicious this was. I want to make it tomorrow.