In the distant past when I used to buy shark steaks, yeah they kind of had that smell to them.
19.12.2025 23:52
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In the distant past when I used to buy shark steaks, yeah they kind of had that smell to them.
I feel like I've been preparing myself for this news since early childhood
How can Star Wars be almost 50 years old?!? For that to be true I would have to be….
Oh shit.
My grandmother used to serve a big segmented “candy dish” full of like 8 different kinds of pickles and olives, and it was one of the best parts.
The pickles really help balance the heaviness of all the carbs.
🎶 Every girl crazy ’bout a shark plank man 🎶
(Previous version of this went a little hard, I thought.)
Modern grocery stores all have bleak recession-sounding names like "Our Food is Cheap as Heck" and "Bottom Dollar" and "Practically Free."
Why can’t we go back to naming them after cheerful things, like pigs that wiggle.
Yeah. I talked to someone once who, when using them in a Greek salad for example, insisted on leaving out the mushy centre parts with the seeds.
Me: You know what? I totally understand what you’re doing there.
“Do you have trouble reading facial expressions?”
I don’t know??? Is that a magic element I’m missing? Maybe?
“Do find yourself wishing people would just say what they mean instead of expecting you to guess?”
OMG YES. This. So. Much.
In general I find so many of the formal assessments focus on the ways ND people DON’T think rather than the ways they do.
Like testing for colourblindness by asking which colours a person misses most. They don’t know. Hence the test.
Focusing on experiences people DO uniquely have works better.
And then still plenty of ND people who do give them a hard nope.
It’s not a yes or no question so much as a prompt for the “rules” people tend to have about them.
Only if very fresh.
Only if sliced very thin.
Eaten separately from the burger or sandwich rather than inside it.
Can’t be overripe….
Whereas NT people usually have given it little to no thought.
Autism assessments written by neurotypicals: “On a scale of 1-5, how would you rate your skill at recognizing facial expressions?”
Me secretly assessing someone to see if they’re part of the tribe: “How do you feel about raw tomatoes?”
The inside of this washroom was larger than I expected
Google maps should offer a feature where you can tag a restaurant or shop that isn’t open for business yet, and then it will notify you when the place finally opens up. #IdeasForFree.
Current view
I can still viscerally remember the sensation of a blunt pencil lead just utterly shredding this image like it was only yesterday
Maybe they’re in the same closet as all the Raphael’s Angel prints and Gregorian chant CDs, I really don’t know
Remember when every house suddenly had a bowl of potpourri in every room for like five years and then just as suddenly nobody had any potpourri anymore
What happened to all the potpourri
Im going to start buying cheap phone headphones at the dollar store and handing them out to people.
Marketing People: Here are some things you can buy a month from now!
Me: What about things I can do today?
Marketing People: No.
Forever perplexed how the term "cat burglar" somehow means neither someone who steals cats nor a cat who steals but some other third thing.
I quite like that song, too.
How was this #11?!? I’m pretty sure this band doesn’t even exist!
Amazing how when someone posts a Top 40 list of songs when you were in high school, half of them are songs that have played in your head for years, and half are titles you swear someone invented just to mess with you.
Help yourself. Goes well with a nice chianti.
Will never stop thinking about the musician in Penzance England who replaced the disc in CD cases of The Pirates of Penzance in tourist shops with their own demo CD to trick tourists into buying it.
A legend.
This satellite imagery of the Netherlands before and after land reclamation is pretty awesome, but the real story is how someone was able to take a satellite photo in the year 1300
Watching a mystery show where the police are scrolling through the victim’s web browser history for clues, and I had previously assumed the death part was the scariest thing about being murdered.