Oh yeah, he was totally in rascally play mode. I love rascally play mode, but not when it's bring out a ladder and go through the motions of rescue play mode LOL
I had never seen a cat's ass just wiggle itself backwards down a tree before, always more of a "suicide dive" while kind of running down the trunk, and then sprint to safety when they land
I guess Parker could sense when I started to turn my back on him that I was not having any of it that day lol
I've actually never been to a "good" steakhouse. I've been to many steakhouses, mind you.
I hear people gushing about all kinds of great steaks they've had at various restaurants. I just sit there nonplussed and silent. I believe the average person doesn't know good meat from the hole in their ass.
Edit. I think one of the big things was that I had no shortage of steak growing up. In some weird bipolar way, we did not have a lot of food and we did not have good food, but my father was obsessed with the idea that he was a big success and that meant steak on Sundays.
Our family could not afford the steak, and instead of doing it right, my cheap father would always cook 2 steaks for 5 people which we would then have to fight over.
And even though he was a terrible cook, and most of the stakes were done wrong, I learned by having to go back to the barbecue with my steaks over and again, how to cook them.
So I think I'm just completely bored with the idea that just going and getting a steak is a magic thing.... like you can just go get one at the store
I feel that too much Herbie is still not enough Herbie
Live Under The Sky '91 is my favorite live version of Cantaloupe Isle
There is this franchise in my country called Boston pizza. Decades ago, I am talking in the '80s, it was amazing, but now all of the food is made frozen in Toronto or something and flown in!
The last time I went there (edit for a sit-down meal) it was like 20 years ago almost... I went with a group of eight or nine people, my family. Every single one of us had cold food - like I'm talking "put your finger in the lasagna and it's still ice in the middle cold"
We were not allowed to make any substitutions on our pizza, we couldn't even have toppings taken off.
In complete exasperation at the end of this whole experience, my father asked the server what the hell is going on. Most of the meals were sent back. He sheepishly confessed that every single thing is there frozen, they can't even take toppings off pizza because they're all frozen in a giant block. You get what you get.
This place charges double what any family pizza restaurant would charge.
Just utter garbage.
And the worst thing is, it's kind of become the de facto hangout for people in our city. So you have to go and sit and politely order some piece of shit food that is horrible and choke it down just so you can socialize with people. They can barely even make nachos correctly, they don't have trained cooks on staff
The dingbats in my city do not even understand this is the worst possible food in the restaurant universe, they go and gobble it down with zeal. Mmmm grease
We have a restaurant like that in our city called 529 Wellington.
It's supposed to be a incredibly upscale chef run steakhouse.
While the old building and decor is wonderful, the dining experience is a complete farce.
The first thing they do is parade in front of you, several gigantic trays of raw meat, dripping with myoglobin. They want to sell you on how wonderful their meat is. I'm already here fuckface, get that fucking raw meat, which smells like raw meat, away from my table and my date. It's an implicit understanding that if you are charging me $60 for a steak, it's going to be the best mother fucking aged steak around, within reason of course.
I was looking at this tray of meat and noticing that there was no marbling in any of the cuts. We were already there and we were already going through the whole rigmarole... But I was braced for a bad steak.
Then, each dish is served separately, so now I'm expected to pay $24 for mashed potatoes and butter. Two heaping tablespoons of mashed potatoes, 2 fronds of dried chives on top. No other flavors except salt. $24. Don't put a scratch of nutmeg or garlic in there or anything just fucking boring potatoes with butter.
Of course, the steak arrives, and it's predictably like a gym mat. Dense, dry, flavorless as a result. I did not even want to finish eating it.
My date and I did not even order drinks, and we barely scrambled out of there for $200. I think in today's money it would be a $400 meal.
For dog shit.
Now I just go and get a really fatty marbled ribeye steak in the discount bin, for like eight bucks, and it's a hundred times better. Those pretentious steakhouses can go to hell, they are almost uniformly rotten in my experience.
Five Guy worship is a complete cult. It's pedestrian, boring food that successfully hyped people up to the point they're willing to spend a week of grocery money for a soulless burger and fries. Where I live, for a grown man to have a proper burger and fries at that clown show is like $27 a f'king go after tax
I used to have my sister put makeup on me, and use shopping bags to make "dresses" which we'd then stuff with fake boobs. I thought it was awesome and great fun creativity. I'm straight AF, but still flamboyant AF. You are what you are.
My cat Parker ran up the tree out front. I just looked at him and said "ok fuckface, see you when you decide to come down".
He could sense my tone of voice, and just shimmied his ass back down. It was hilarious.
I feel like it's been a decade already... I paid for this app called CalenGoo. It's kind of clunky and reminiscent of older office software, but it is such a powerhouse under the hood.
It is insanely customizable, and it did the thing that I needed the most, which was to remind me in a way that I define!!!
(Edit the whole reason I purchased it at the time was because there simply was no option available where you could get an Android app to continually remind you. Back then it was one reminder and then fuck you if you miss it or didn't hear it go off. CalenGoo was life-changing in this way and I've come to love all the other features)
Plus when it does have a reminder go off, I can set any kind of quick snooze or even a very customized snooze like remind me in 172 minutes. If I dismiss a reminder I can undo it, and I can go into the specific event at any time and I can change the snooze, it's just... I don't even know how to describe how good this thing is.
When I set an event I can link it to map coordinates, Contact Cards, attach objects, have it synced to multiple calendars. It integrates with other apps which can then add in reminders (eg a line music event on FB). Linked events will update in real time and you'll get notifications for example if the venue changes.
This is really truly the best advice.
I am a straight male. But by definition I'm gender fluid. I have endured through my life no end of abuse for this, and it's nothing close to what my trans partners in the past have experienced.
But in the end, it comes down to having a spine and being able to assert yourself.
Especially in trades, there is no end of ball-breaking and risque dialogue. If you are not able to defend yourself or say okay dude the joking has gone far enough, you are not going to have a happy life and you need to find something else to do to make money.
If we live in the online reality where "ideal" behavior is constantly advocated and expected, we are never going to connect to the truth of life which is that bullshit is everywhere and we have to learn to stand up to it and flow with it.
The best thing that ever happened to me was finishing off some caramelized pork slabs in the cast iron pan...
I put some aged white cheddar, turn the heat off, and put the top of the pan on just to do a quick cheese softening... Well of course I forgot about it and left the room
30 minutes later I came back when my stomach was rumbling, lifted the pan lid and realized that the cheese had melted off the pork and onto the pan. There was just the perfect amount of latent heat, by complete fluke, to perfectly caramelize the aged cheddar into a crispy, greasy disc at the bottom of the cast iron pan.
I have tried to recreate that by frying cheese, and I have never been able to capture that moment of pure tastebud joy and bliss.
An incredibly popular opinion which is accepted to be common, expected, normal practice.