me, walking into the room: Dad, I stole your pants because mine are dirty –
Dad, continuing a conversation with Mom: No! Are you sure?!No!
Mom, exasperated:Yes, dear, I’m sure –
Dad: Sarah! Help me with this – you know stuff – just, what’s the word, what’s it called when you, when a guy takes his phone and he just texts someone a picture of his privates?! What’s that called, is there a phrase?
me: “Sending a dick pic?”
Dad:*astonished*
Mom: I told you, dear.
Dad: I’d never heard that before! “Dick pic!?” Is that a phrase!? This is the first time I’ve heard it, is it real!?
Mom: Go ahead and google it if you don’t believe us, dear.
Dad: No, that’s okay… Sarah, that’s this new client, a guy at her work did that. How do I want to phrase it, I don’t say that, I’ll say… he “sent her an – unwanted, an undesirable – unwanted, unnnn…”
me and Mom, simultaneously: “Unsolicited.”
Mom: “Unsolicited” is always the word you use here.
Dad: Okay. Okay, so, I phrase it “unsolicited and unwanted… picture…”
me: I feel like the “unwanted” isn’t necessary? No one ever wants the unsolicited dick pics… Well, but I guess you want to spell it out in a pleading, right?
Mom: Yeah, you do.
Dad, wandering off muttering to himself: “Unsolicited”… she “did not solicit this image of his private parts, she didn’t want it…”
I have. A new recliner chair. It’s very comfy. but I am worried.
Mochi. Has decided that the best place to sleep is between my feet on the footrest. and when I have my laptop open I tend to. forget that he’s there.
I am going to dump him onto the floor.
Maybe not tonight, maybe not tomorrow night but Eventually He will end up rudely dumped onto the floor, like so much salad.
Pictured: a cat unaware of the fate probably rapidly approaching him, despite me telling him three times now. He is too comfy to care.
Question: You dump your salads on the floor? Why?
Comorbid ADHD and carpal tunnel have lead to a disorder that I like to call “clumsy bitch syndrome” wherin if I get distracted or grab something wrong I will just… Drop whatever I’m holding? For some reason my favorite salad bowl is a regular victim. Also happens to piles of laundry, the TV remote, and sometimes knives.
I have a strict policy of never holding babies.
G U E S S W H A T I D I D
Mochi is either very forgiving or very bad at cause and effect.
That is a look of warning. He will take you with him next time
there seem to be a surprising number of supertasters around here, is this a recognised nerd thing?
there are well-known autism/food issues, how much of that relates to actual taste perception as opposed to pattern-matching issues?
I think it’s taste intensity. To my knowledge autism is a bunch of disorders usually characterized by nerves being realtively highly interconnected. Part of the behavioral stuff would be a consequence of signal mixing
interesting, I’m a subtaster (muggle taster? normie taster?) so my only major food quirk was a childhood suspicion of foods that masqueraded as other foods, based on whichever one I encountered first.
zucchini => not a cucumber kiwi fruit => highly suspect cucumber eggs rhubarb => shockingly flamboyant celery parsnip => shape like carrot, color like potato, tastes like neither
OH, CHRISTMAS SQUID, OH CHRISTMAS SQUID! HOW BOUNTIFUL THY TENTACLES!
(he was made by my friend Teta and you can find her maker’s page here. also anytime you mention Christmas Squid you have to sing the song, it’s a House Rule)
This is the Best holiday decoration ever.
Best Christmas thing ever. I don’t decorate for Christmas, but if I did, I’d decorate with a festive cephalopod.
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