I Was About To Say That I Am Confused Because I Am Ashkenazi And We Use Both Dates And Apples But Now

מה??? אני הולכת בירושלים, חיה את החיים, ופתאום נופל עליי חול מצינור שיורד מאחד הבניינים. אבל רגע. זה לא חול. אולי נסורת? לא. זה קמח מצה. ועכשיו יש לי קמח מצה בעיניים. הצילו

I'm low-key studying ceramics (if I keep going like this, I'll have a ceramic degree in 30 years. So really low-key. 3 hours a week) so the ceramics wait for me in a damp, warm bag for a week. Naturally I have seen more mold than in all of my like combined, and I now know there are different smells to different molds. I mainly interact with white fluffy mold and green flat mold, and the green one smells like the first rain of the year. Amazing. The white one is disgusting and I hate it (even though it's really nice to touch). So I wonder if you can also taste the difference.

One of the bummers of being a super taster is how Big mold tastes. And because I can taste it before it’s actually sprouting I’m often disbelieved. Like, sorry restaurant. I know I’ve gotten this sandwich before and I know your cucumber is usually fresh, but today it’s moldy. I understand you can’t see the mold. But I swear. It’s there.

Tonight we had hot dogs and we picked up the buns today. Unfortunately neither of us realized the best by date was also today. The first bun I had was fine but I hit corruption midway down the second bun. I just ate the hotdog bun less, but we had to scrap the rest of the bag.

♥︎♡ 3> הן אפשרויות

אפשר בבקשה לדבר על זה שאי אפשר לכתוב סימן של לב בעברית כי הכל מתוכנת על ידי לועזים שכותבים הפוך

כאילו מה זה הבולשיט הזה <3

זה נראה כמו ראש של עז עם קרניים

Borzoi White Mohair with zipper (box for pajamas), glass eyes

I bet octopuses think bones are horrific. I bet all their cosmic horror stories involve rigid-limbs and hinged joints.

Just went to Yad Vashem. I think all of tumbler needs to go there.

Casual reminder: If someone asks to kiss you you should NOT SAY SURE. You should WANT IT!!! If you don't want it DO NOT DO IT.

Here's the story of how I learned I was aro.

Me: hmm I think I'm aromantic... but also this friend of mine is kinda cute.

Me: do you wanna date? I might be aro though if it bothers you

Boyfriend: yes. Let's date

Me: hmm I feel kinda bad with dating

Boyfriend: kiss?

Me: ...ummm sure?

*kiss*

Me: shit that was terrible

Me: let's break up

And now I think I might need to try dating a girl just to be sure (while she knows!!! Very important to tell people you might break their heart and let them choose when they know that.) but like... nah. I think I'm sure

יש לכם הצהרה על זה בצד של הקליק! זה אחד ממצבי ההתגבשות של שוקולד (אם זה מעניין מישהו אני יכולה לעשות על זה הסבר כשיהיה לי יותר זמן) ואין באמת איך למנוע שזה יקרה. זה פשוט אומר שהקליק בן כמה חודשים לפחות. זה השומן של השוקולד שעולה לפני השטח

כן כן, מוצרי אוכל בארץ בחיים לא יגיעו לרמה של יפן, שהמוצר שבתמונת האריזה נראה כמעט אותו הדבר כמו המוצר האמיתי

אבל אני מוצאת את זה מצחיק שמוצרים בארץ לפעמים זה כזה;

לאן הלך הצבע

למה הצבע באריזה והצבע במציאות בהבדל כזה גדול

הדבר היחידי שמציאותי בתמונה (כשאין לה הרבה מאוד משתנים מתחילה) זה הגודל של הכדורים

Grian be like:

If there's one thing that humanizes me to my fellow productive member of society, it's that I love a good button. Elevators, jukeboxes, medical equipment: if you make a quality button, I will push the hell out of it. I've bought tons of things on impulse, just because the buttons were of a high quality.

What that device is does not really matter to me. Like I just said, I'll buy anything if it's satisfying to push. And lots of high-quality, expensive stuff just... isn't. There's no excuse for why your hugely pricey stereo system feels worse to jab your finger into than any given Fisher-Price toddler toy.

I didn't know much about buttons at all when I was a kid. Just took them for granted, like you do for so many other things: gravity, breathable air, the option for grandpa to hide you from family services when they start wondering why your mom and dad are off auditioning for the circus again instead of feeding you. Buttons, though, have a long and fascinating history. And you won't read about it here, because we have things to do.

So if you're about to throw something away that has a satisfying button on it, pry that button out and keep it. You'll wish you had it the next time you encounter something with a button that sucks. And it's not like the police can really get you for "vandalism" just because you pried out that bullshit touch screen from your apartment elevator and crammed a nice Otis part in there. At least, not if you do a good enough job of wiring.

I know I've talked about this before, but I love the idea of the doctor and the master regenerating together in mysterious circumstances, and having the audience be kept in the dark about which one's which for an episode or three