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sidemenxyn · 1 year ago

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Pub crawl, (chips video)

Tw: alcohol use, language, drunk people, throwing up and I believe that’s it!

Ik when you read this it will be different to the one video I based it on, but it will have the same concept.

Harry (w2s) Lewis x Y/n (w3s) Willows, (afab reader)

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“Welcome to another pub crawl! Today we have teams of two!” The camera panned to you and the others as Chip finished speaking. You smiled brightly as you saw the camera turned your way. Chip continued “the teams are, Reev and George!” “Me and ArthurTv!” “Chris and Theo, and then Bonnie and Clyde! Aka Y/n and Harry!” You all laughed loudly at the small joke.

You looked at Harry to see him pulling you in for a small hug as Chip was giving out costumes. Then he and the camera man stopped in front of you and Harry and joked “we all know Harry has done some illegal substances” you all laughed as you watched Chip hand Harry a prisoner costume “so I believe it’s time you should pay the price and be a felon and your lovely missus will be the prison warden!” The group all laughed as you were handed the police costume. You giggled at the costumes. Chip and Arthur were golfers, George and Reev were ketchup and mustard, Chris and Theo are the chicken and the egg then you and Harry were a prisoner and policewoman.

So the game has began, the group had showed up at the first pub. You all sat outside the pub, waiting for the mystery pint or shot. Chip and Arthur walked out with some glasses, you heard Harry asked “is that a Bloody Mary?!” You looked over to Chip and to which he nodded. Chip presented “so first up a Bloody Mary each! No challenges on the first hole but there are more to come.” You watched as Chip and Arthur downed their drinks. Then Reev and George, as George almost finished his glass he tipped his head forward. And being the competitive people Harry and yourself were, you two were the first to point out “he tipped his head back, that’s one!” Chip and the rest agreed. George joked “gosh you take your drinking very seriously, wouldn’t suspect you pair were alcoholics.” You all burst out with laughter knowing you and Harry can drink well and hold it well.

It was now your turn to down the Bloody Mary, you hear Theo joke “watch now she’ll wolf that down her!” You side-eyes Theo and began to down the drink with ease. You and Harry high-fived as you place the empty drink down on the table. You looked at Harry and encouraged “right, your turn now, you can do it Haz.” You all watch him as he too down his drink with ease. You all clapped and Chris laughed “the alcoholic couple everyone.” To which you jokingly bowed to.

You all grabbed your things and moved onto the next pub. As you were you walked with Reev and Harry as you three were in a conversation.

Now as you arrived at the next stop, Chip got the groups attention “right! Second hole so that means there is a challenge! And that is your partner has to pour your drink while you drink it, so basically you can’t hold the glass your partner does.” Chris said “oh I got him to pour my drink?!” As he points at Theo, Theo gives a shocked facial expression as he defends “I’ll be good I swear.” You laughed at the pair.

The drink were out and you and Harry decided to go first. Harry told you “give me your hand, if you need me to stop squeeze my hand, ok?” You nodded as your fingers intertwined with his. You downed the drink while Harry kept tilting the pint glass up. Once you were done Harry gave you a hug as you didn’t back down once. Is that a coincidence? Not really.

It was now Chip and Arthur’s go, Chip held Arthur’s glass as he began to drink. As Arthur was drinking, he squeezed Chip’s hand. Chip stopped which caused them a point, Arthur then moved his mouth away from the glass causing a spill which added another point to their chart.

As you were walking to your next pub, you were slightly more tipsy now. So being the funny troublemaker you are, you ran over to Harry and jumped onto his back. You all were laughing loudly, so what Harry did was sling you over his shoulder and carried you.

Once you had got to the third pub, Chip declared the second challenge “in this pub you will have to be blindfolded and your partner has to guide you with their voice!” So you were handed the blindfold. Tying it at the back of your head, you turned your head and heard Harry say “right, love, you need to go forward.” You took a few steps and then he said “ok! Now go right” you turned your body and started to feel dizzy then you tripped but felt hand grab your waist. Knowing it was Harry you thanked him as you and the boys laughed. He said “right the table is two steps in front of you.” You took those two steps and felt the table against your thigh. So felt around the table then felt a cold glass. “Is this one mine?” Harry replied “yeah, go for it!” You picked up the glass and chugged it like there was no tomorrow. Finishing the glass you felt for the table and placed the glass back down.

Taking off the blind fold, you and Harry cheered as you did it. You watched as the rest of the boys did it, then you helped Harry get another victory.

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Some time later…

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It was now getting dark and you all had made it to the last bar. You asked Chip if you could go to the toilet, just in case it would’ve deducted any points. He aloud you, so you went to the bathroom. You went into the stall and did your business. Once you got out you saw two random girls fighting right there and then. Your face grew shocked, so not trying to get involved you walked around the two fighting on the floor and went back over to the boys.

Once you sat down Theo laughed “Y/n, looks like you’ve seen a fucking ghost!” You said “well I just went the toilet and I walked out to see two girls fighting!” The boys were shocked and Chip looked at the camera “that’s what you get in British pubs!” You said “they were going for it too!” As you said that you saw them getting kicked out “over there!” “That’s them?” “Yeah.” You all had calmed down now as you rested your head against Harry’s shoulder.

Chip said “right, the last one! No challenges just down the ping and we’ll see who wins!” You looked at your Guinness, looking back up you watched as George finished his drink off. Then it was Harry’s turn and as expected, he downed it in one. Then you did the same, Arthur downed his in two and the it was Chip’s turn. He did it in two as well, but as you were talking to Chris you heard “Shit” you looked over to see Chip has thrown his Guinness back up and into his cup. You automatically handed Harry’s and your cups to him so he wouldn’t be sick on the pub’s table. He paused and then threw up into the two glasses. Theo spoke “Josh! Josh drink some water!” You went over to the counter and asked “could I get two bottles of water please.” You handed the money as the placed the bottles on the counter.

Walking over, you handed Chip the bottles of water and said “drink them I have some paracetamol in my bag if you want any?” He nodded. You watched as Harry handed you the paracetamol and then you grabbed two of the tablets and handed them to him.

After the video was down, you all called it a day and headed home.

You were now cuddling with Harry on your sheared bed, playing with his hair he smiled as he slowly drifted off. You then too started to fall asleep. At least you knew that you and the boys enjoyed themselves and Chip has a great video to put out.

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ofmermaidstories · 9 months ago

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So on Good Friday I had drafted up a little post just—I dunno. It started off with me talking about my lunch (broiche toast with peanut butter, some slices of overpriced smoked cheddar and a pottle of cherry tomatoes that i’d halved and dressed with wholegrain mustard, salt and pepper and sesame oil), because i enjoyed it, and then because i had been thinking about it, i had mentioned how Australian grocery prices have climbed well above the global average.

I mentioned some of my favourite people to follow, on tiktok! Food accounts—the woman who does the Dollar Store budget videos, where she plans out meals around limited money, or accessibility. The young mum who’s videos are just her making lunch/dinner for her four little kids. The Palestinian man who used to review resturants and dishes before the war on Gaza—and who, before Tiktok took down the videos, had started posting himself making dishes from aid rations. In the end I just saved the post to my drafts because—there was no real point to the post, not really, beyond how unfair it is that food is swiftly becoming a luxury and how it shouldn’t be, for any of us, anywhere. Not us here in Australia with our 54% on average price increases, nor for American families that have to shop at Dollar Tree with their last $30 for the next two weeks.

And definitely not for the citizens of Gaza.

Israel is manufacturing a famine within Gaza’s borders. And just today, they murdered via airstrike a carload of World Central Kitchen aid workers. Seven in total, six foreign nationals and one Palestinian local. No aid organisation can operate within Gaza’s boarders without reporting their travel plans to the Israeli Invading Force. Their car was branded with the organisations logo. Israel has some of the best surveillance technology in the world—it is often the testing ground for the hot new stuff that then gets sold to the rest of our governments. Israeli knew who was in that car. And they targeted them anyway. And now because of their actions, the WCK is now ��pausing (their) operations”. And who can blame them? Knowing that if you stay, you’re just putting more lives at risk—but it means how many less meals, now, less food for the Palestinians still there? All of our countries are cowards. The Australian government won’t even name Israel in its condemnation today, of the attack. The Australian government has let our only two real supermarket chains—Coles and Woolworths—create a duopoly where they can charge the public however much they want. We can’t help ourselves and we refuse to help other people—so what good are we, as a country? The boomers and the ignorant on facebook are too busy frothing at the mouth over the imaginary millionaire immigrants who come to Australia in boats and buy houses by the dozens, per family. So many of our problems—here in Australia, globally—would be solved if the majority of us realised the real enemy isn’t a people bomb-locked on their own land, or the refugees that make it here, or even each other but instead our own fucking governments, and the bastard corporations that are gripping them by the balls. I’m grateful for every meal I get to sit down to. But I would enjoy it a lot more if it were easier for all of us to eat—or if it were a CEO or politician or two on the plate itself.

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whatjanesays · 2 months ago

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Just a little experiment to check back on in a year or four.

Current prices from a central Florida area grocery store today (November 7th 2024). These are the non-sale prices for the store's house branded items. All items I've purchased more than once over the last year, with prices and package sizes that have had minimal to no fluctuations during that time (or reasonable seasonal fluctuations that return to previous prices as normal).

Bread, sliced wheat 20oz - $1.49

Milk, whole 1 gal - $3.25

Eggs, large 1 dozen - $2.39

Cheese, cheddar block 8oz - $2.15

Vegetable oil, 48oz - $4.15

Butter, salted quarters 16oz - $4.39

Flour, all purpose 5 lbs - $2.40

Sugar, granulated 4 lbs - $3.29

Ground Beef, 1 lb. - $3.79

Chicken, boneless skinless breast 1 lb. - $2.49

Salmon, frozen 1 lb. - $5.22

Sliced Turkey, lunch meat 1 lb. - $4.15

Potatoes, Russet 5 lb. bag - $4.09

Broccoli, frozen 12oz - $1.29

Corn, frozen 12oz - $1.05

Diced Tomato, canned 14.5oz - $1.05

Carrots, 1 lb. - $0.78

Bananas, 1 lb. - $0.49

Grapes, green 1 lb. - $1.79

Strawberries, 1 lb. - $3.09

Apples, Fuji 1 lb. - $1.30

Apple Juice, 100% 64oz - $2.09

Frozen Waffles, 10 count 12.3oz - $2.39

Bacon, 1 lb. - $4.39

Maple Syrup, 100% pure 12.5oz - $6.05

Canned Chili, no beans 15 oz - $2.39

Potatoes, Russet 5 lb. bag - $4.09

Spaghetti, 32oz - $2.09

Pasta Sauce, 24oz - $1.85

Chicken Pot Pie, frozen 7oz - $1.09

Ranch Dressing, 16oz - $2.15

Ketchup, 38oz - $2.05

Mustard, 20oz - $1.09

Mayonnaise, 30oz - $3.65

Minced Garlic, in water 8oz - $2.55

Paprika, 2.12oz - $1.25

Vanilla Extract, pure 2oz - $5.49

#groceries #politics #tw: politics #I've been using grocery pick up or delivery for a decade #so of course I saved every single digital receipt they sent me in a spreadsheet #these are just a variety of normal groceries I have with adequate points of data for identical items #... except for Vanilla Extract #I only have 2 data points for that one but ...#I had to include it for reasons

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vex-bittys · 4 months ago

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When Life Gives You Skeletons: Chapter 5: Skeletons Do Not [REDACTED]

All of your frustration, anger, and heartache pours out of you in the form of tears. Red starts out with a tentative hug, but eventually his arms settle firmly around you, holding you tightly. You grip his shirt front with both hands as if he's the only thing keeping you from fracturing, as if he's your lifeline.

You feel like a boat set adrift on a vast ocean, lost and small. Everything you had just yesterday has an “ex” on it now: ex-manager, ex-job, ex-residence, ex-roommate. You moved to Ebbott for a fresh start, but you ended up in the same position as before. No family. No place to live. Granted, you do have a friend in Ebbott, but her career and fiancee leave little time for you. As an added bonus, you also don't have the suitcase of belongings you left your hometown with or the sense of security and safety you should have towards other people.

In short, you have a lot of things to cry about, so it comes as no surprise that it takes quite a while for your sobs and hyperventilation to subside to snot, sniffles, and the occasional hiccup.

Once he sees that you're calmed down, Red helps you back into your seat then heads to the counter to get some food. You try to protest his offer to buy you lunch, but he flatly tells you to either give him your order or you'll end up with a plain bread sandwich with extra mustard. You relent and call out the instructions for your sandwich. Red picks up drinks and chips as well, but when he goes to pay, the worker gives him an unimpressed look.

You can't tell if she dislikes Red because he looks like a living human skeleton or if she dislikes Red because he just reached into his pocket and tossed a bunch of wadded up bills, miscellaneous loose change, buttons, paper clips, lint, and other deep pocket detritus onto the counter with a casual “keep the change” thrown in for good measure. Fortunately, she perks up when she realizes that the “change” Red let her keep amounts to more than the cost of the entire order.

Red brings the food to your booth and sets your meal in front of you. You appreciate it, you really do, but you're just too anxious and emotional to do much more than pick at your food and sip your drink. Red, on the other hand, demolishes his sandwich and chips with gusto, belches, then speaks.

“so where ya plannin’ on stayin’ t'night?” Apparently, Red is going straight for the million dollar question, so you stuff a huge bite of sandwich into your mouth and go over your options silently while you chew (also silently). Red’s phone buzzes an alert into the silence you've created, and he ignores it.

With no forewarning about last night's events, you'd gone ahead and paid your rent, your portion of the utilities, your phone bill, and your student loan payment in full and on time like a responsible adult, the kind of adult with a bank account running dangerously low on funds. You have a few hundred dollars that you had stashed in a savings account to someday purchase a car, but a chunk of that would be spent today buying replacement clothes and toiletries. Even if you had the money for a security deposit and first month’s rent, who would be willing to lease an apartment to someone with no job?

Nobody.

Even the cheapest motels would be out of your price range after just a few days. This conclusion has tears welling up in your eyes again. You hate crying in front of people; it makes you feel weak and helpless. You swallow your bite of food and your emotions and give Red an honest answer.

“I really don't know.”

“ya ain’t got nobody y’can stay wit’?”

You don't want to explain your family situation or your lack of a social life. Those are stories for another time. The last thing you need right now is to open yourself up to additional emotional turmoil, so you go with a short and simple “No.” Red's phone buzzes again as if to accentuate your answer.

“look, i'd have ta talk t'my cousin, sans cuz it's technically his house, but would ya wanna stay wit’ me n’ my bro n’ cousins?”

You're stunned by the offer, and it takes a moment for you to respond. “I don't want to be a freeloader…” You trail off because honestly there aren't any other options open to you.

“y'could offer t'do some of the cookin’ n’ cleanin’,” suggests Red. “i know my bro is always complainin’ about all th’ shit he has ta do around th’ house.”

It's a fair compromise, and you accept. Red’s phone gives a triumphant buzz, and he ignores the alert a third time in favor of calling his cousin. You suddenly become very interested in the lunch you've barely eaten to avoid eavesdropping, but it's difficult when the conversation is happening right across the small table from you.

Sans must have picked up because you overhear the indistinct mumble of a very deep voice on the other end of the line. Your phone vibrates violently inside your purse, and you welcome the distraction. Digging around to find it, you still can't help hearing Red speak.

“i gotta friend who needs a place ta stay n’ i thought maybe she could take th’ attic room.”

You retrieve your phone and see a new message icon displayed on the screen.

“nah, she ain't a troublemaker.”

New Message:

The Magnificent Blueberry

(XXX) XXX-XXXX

The Magnificent Blueberry: ARE YOU ALRIGHT, MAIDEN?

“my bro n’ blue already met ‘er, n’ they liked ‘er just fine.”

Your fingers fly over the phone screen, quickly tapping out a reply to Blue.

You: Yeah, I'm good. Just enjoying some lunch.

“axe didn't bother ‘er las’ night.”

The Magnificent Blueberry: I APOLOGIZE FOR INTERRUPTING YOUR MEAL!

Blue's random check-in is a bit odd, but it's nice to know someone is thinking of you and worrying about your welfare. You close the conversation with Blue only to notice another unread message underneath it on your list of texts. At first, you don't recognize the number.

“axe n’ rusty ain't had an episode in months. look, maybe y'should jus’ talk to ‘er yerself.”

New Message:

(XXX) XXX-XXXX

(XXX) XXX-XXXX: y’can make it up t’me by joinin’ me f’r lunch sometime to listen t'more of my jokes. i got a skele-TON of ‘em.

You would've known this message is from Red even without your original text nested above it. Unexpected laughter bubbles up inside of you. When it bursts free, it takes some of your gloomy mood with it.

“A skeleton pun, Red? You must know I find them quite-” You pause for dramatic effect. “- humerus!”

You do not realize that Red has put you on speaker phone until you hear a deep, low chuckle coming from the phone. Red groans.

“i take back what i said. she's obviously a troublemaker,” Red says, making Sans laugh harder.

“Just because I like puns,” you huff, indignant.

“puns're th’ low-hangin’ fruit of th’ joke world, doll.”

“Gasp,” you cry instead of actually gasping. “How could you say that? Puns are the pinnacle of jokes!”

“the cherry on top,” Sans quips, and you giggle.

“what’ve i gotten myself into,” Red laments.

You smile in a very devious manner. “Orange you glad I didn't make that cherry pun?” Red groans again, and you and Sans howl with laughter. Obviously, Red’s cousin understands that the humor of puns doesn't come from the wordplay itself; it comes from people's reactions to the puns. You think you'll get along with him just fine, and it seems he agrees.

“i'll talk to axe and rusty and ask papyrus to get the attic room ready, but she's your responsibility, red.”

“got it.” With those final words, Red hangs up on his cousin, probably to avoid the possibility of more puns. You save Red’s contact information as “Clifford” in your phone, and turn your attention to packing up the remains of your lunch. You don't have the appetite to finish it, but you hate wasting food. A partial sandwich and some chips will be a great snack if you get hungry later. For now, you need to focus on finding some inexpensive outfits and toiletries to bring to your new temporary home.

You approach the woman at the counter to ask for a bag to carry your leftovers, and no sooner have you stuffed your future snack into that bag than you hear an unmistakable high-volume rasp shouting for Red. At least you assume “MY INSUFFERABLE LAZYBONES OF A BROTHER” is Red. You return to your booth to find the two skeleton monsters arguing.

“HOW MANY TIMES MUST I REMIND YOU NOT TO IGNORE MY TEXTS!” It’s difficult to be sure since Edge speaks loudly and has extremely pointy features, but you think the tall skeleton might be angry at his brother. Red, though again you're no expert at reading bone facial expressions, appears sheepish.

Your curiosity leads you to interrupt. “How did you know where we were?” Edge levels a glare at you that makes you regret your very existence.

“MY VEHICLE HAS A GPS TRACKER INSTALLED TO PREVENT THEFT.” OK, so Edge is obviously a stalker, and he has the nerve to sound proud of himself for it. “WHEN MY CONTACT AT THE HUMAN POLICE DEPARTMENT SHOWED ME THE REPORT FROM YOUR RETRIEVAL MISSION-” Retrieval mission? “- I DECIDED TO INTERVENE.” Now Red is on the receiving end of Edge’s glare again. “AND STOP TELLING PEOPLE THAT YOU CHANGED MY DIAPERS! SKELETONS DO NOT POOP!” Edge stomps his foot to punctuate each word of his last statement.

“then what were ya wearin’ the diapers for?” Red asks oh so innocently. You sputter, trying to hold in your laughter and failing.

Shifting his focus to you, Edge changes the subject in lieu of answering. “I ASSUME YOU ARE HERE TO REPLACE YOUR POSSESSIONS, AND FOR SOME UNKNOWN REASON MY BROTHER HAS TAKEN IT UPON HIMSELF TO ACCOMPANY YOU.” You nod in acknowledgement. “I SUPPOSE I SHALL ESCORT YOU AS WELL TO KEEP AN EYELIGHT ON MY DEGENERATE BROTHER AND MAKE SURE YOUR PATHETIC HUMAN WEAKNESS DOESN'T PUT HIM IN ANY DANGER.”

“didn’ i teach ya any manners growin’ up?” scolds Red.

“NO.”

“true, but if ya keep bein’ rude ta the human, i'll show ‘er pictures of you as a babybones.”

“YOU'RE BLUFFING!” Edge’s voice lacks its usual cocky confidence. You actually hope that he calls the supposed bluff and you get to see his baby pictures. Even pointy, scowling babies are cute!

“if ya think so, then try me.”

The skeleton brothers continue to bicker, trailing behind you while you backtrack to the store entrance to grab a shopping cart. You gather from conversation that Red raised Edge, but you don't dare to ask about their parents because it might invite questions about your parents. You aren’t ready to talk about that yet, especially when you're in the ladies underwear department trying to select a comfortable, affordable bra.

Thanks to the abundance of clearance racks at this particular store, you have a pair of bras and a multi-pack of underwear in your cart in no time. You also find some pajama pants in case you need to wander the house at night without your upper thighs exposed. Red stays close to you as you browse a rack of marked down shirts. Edge prowls around the clothing department, eyelights darting back and forth suspiciously. Periodically he checks back, speaking to his brother in a low tone that discourages eavesdropping. You're not the listening-in type anyway, so the secrecy doesn't bother you.

You are, however, significantly bothered when Edge hijacks your cart to pass judgment on your selections.

“THE CRAFTSMANSHIP ON THESE GARMENTS IS ABYSMAL,” he sneers. Clearance rack leftovers at a superstore do tend to lack in the quality department, but you have a tight budget to work with. Before you can even begin to explain this to Edge, he drops a pile of clothing into the cart, scooping out the shirts you had just placed there a moment ago. You can see from the tags that he chose the correct size; unfortunately not a single item is on sale.

“THESE ARE THE BEST THAT THIS ESTABLISHMENT HAS TO OFFER,” Edge informs you, though he doesn't sound particularly impressed.

“I can't afford all of this right now, Edge,” you point out, exasperated.

“I AM AWARE OF YOUR SITUATION, HUMAN,” he responds, equally exasperated.

Red diffuses the brewing argument by interrupting. “what my bro's tryin’ ta say is: since yer stuff got destroyed because you associated wit’ us, we'll pay ta replace it.”

Oh.

“AND I WILL NOT PROVIDE YOU WITH LOW QUALITY REPLACEMENTS EITHER. I HAVE A REPUTATION TO MAINTAIN.”

The tall skeleton monster can't know that his words mirror the ones his brother said to you yesterday, but they make you smile anyway. Now that clothing has been checked off the shopping list, you move along to the hygiene essentials. Red marvels at all of the human cleaning products (“hair soap n’ face soap n’ body soap n’ pussy soap, n’ it all comes in diff'rent flavors!”), and Edge remains vigilant for possible shampoo aisle ambushes. He also refuses to let you shop for sale items here.

You put cheap deodorant in the cart. Edge hands it back to you and points to a popular (and more expensive) brand.

You try to pick out budget brand shampoo and conditioner.

“NO.”

You grab store brand bar soap.

“TRY AGAIN.”

You reach for a value pack containing a toothbrush and toothpaste together for one low price.

“NOT THAT ONE.”

You toss a hair brush into the cart. Edge says nothing. Apparently the brush meets his high standards.

“it's easier t'just let ‘im have his way, doll,” Red whispers loudly to you. You roll your eyes. Calling Edge a control freak would be the understatement of the year.

“HUMAN!” The tall angular skeleton monster demands your attention. You patiently inform him that your name is, in fact, not “Human,” and give him your real name. Edge impatiently informs you that he “ALREADY KNEW THAT” and, in fact, “DOES NOT CARE.” He waves away any protest you might make, or perhaps shoos you towards your next destination. It’s difficult to read his intentions.

“SINCE MONSTER FOOD DOES NOT MEET A HUMAN’S NUTRITION NEEDS, YOU WILL NEED TO PROCURE VITAMINS AND HUMAN FOODS.”

You have seen the Public Service Announcements regarding monster food, of course. Monster food will satisfy hunger and even leave a human feeling rejuvenated just like a good night's sleep, but it lacks some key nutritional components. Humans can't survive on monster food alone, and monsters, who need the magical properties contained in their foods, can't survive on a human diet. You lead Edge and Red to the vitamins and supplements department only to be absolutely blown away by the ridiculous prices.

“I think I'll be fine with just a multivitamin,” you mumble, trying to avoid Edge’s well-meaning wrath. It turns out that Edge’s wrath is inescapable.

“IT WOULD BE STUPUD TO INVITE A HUMAN INTO OUR HOME AND THEN ALLOW IT TO PERISH OF MALNUTRITION. GATHER THE NECESSARY SUPPLIES AND STOP WHINING!”

“blue says she needs iron, b12, d3, n’ calcium citrate,” Red butts in, holding up his phone to show off what must be a text from Blue. Huffing in irritation, Edge swipes a handful of appropriate vitamin bottles off of the shelf and tosses them into the cart. Without another word, he stomps off towards the grocery section of the store. You and Red hurry to catch up, pushing the loaded down shopping cart in front of you. Knowing that skeletons don’t poop (thank you Edge for that strange tidbit of information), you grab some toilet paper on the way.

Red and Edge return to their routine: Red hovering near you, and Edge patrolling each aisle as if Jay might leap out from behind a display of microwave mac and cheese to finish what he started. You fill the remaining space in the cart with breakfast, lunch, and dinner staples though Red reassures you that he and his cousins will start incorporating human foods into their recipes next time they shop for ingredients. Meanwhile, Edge scouts around the next corner and discovers the magical land of soups, the perfect food for autumn's chilly weather!

Hefting a can of soup in each hand, you weigh the pros and cons of chicken and rice versus chicken noodle, and Edge, apparently satisfied that this aisle is secure, picks up a can of bone broth to glare at.

“WHY ARE WE BUYING CLOTHES AT THE SOUP STORE?”

You take the can from him and return it to its place on the shelf. “Convenience,” you say and move along to browse the store's selection of snack foods while Edge guards you from the perils of grocery shopping, whatever he thinks they might be.

You're just starting to think that this shopping trip will turn out alright in spite of Edge’s abrasive personality when someone decides to rain on your little three person parade.

“Can you believe that they sell monster food here? Humans can't even eat monster food!” The complaints come from a young woman who speaks in an annoying whine, a dead giveaway that she's probably one of those self-centered types who don't understand that not everything in this world is made specifically for them. There are two skeleton monsters shopping in the store right now just a few feet away from her!

“I know!” You mimic her voice perfectly. “Can you believe that they sell milk here? I'm lactose intolerant!” The woman's pretty face turns into an ugly sneer once she catches on to your mockery, but you refuse to let her speciesist comment go unchallenged.

“I SINCERELY APOLOGIZE-” You already know Edge well enough to know he would never apologize to this woman, but her smug smirk tells you that she's falling into his verbal trap. “- TO ANYONE WHO HAS THE EXTREME MISFORTUNE OF ENCOUNTERING SOMEONE LIKE YOU.” Insult delivered, Edge places a surprisingly gentle hand on the small of your back to guide you away from the confrontation.

Red adds his two cents with a double middle phalanx salute which he maintains while walking backwards behind you and his brother. You catch one last glimpse of the woman's stunned face, her mouth hanging open before Edge has you out of the aisle. You quickly dart back to grab a few boxes of Pop-Tarts only to have the delicious pastries scrutinized by a pair of disapproving red eyelights.

“ABSOLUTELY NOT,” Edge declares. “THOSE HAVE NO NUTRITIONAL MERIT!”

“I can pay for these myself,” you offer. You will defend your Pop-Tart habit to the death if you need to. Edge relents in his own way, snatching the treats from your hands and throwing them unceremoniously into your cart. Flanked by two skeleton monsters, you steer the cart towards the checkout lanes feeling a bit like a princess with two bony knights to escort her.

A cashier begins scanning your items, and with each beep your euphoria evaporates a bit more until all that's left is a heavy sense of anxiety. The total continues to climb, and anxiety gives way to panic. You can't ask two skeleton monsters that you've known for less than a day to buy you so much stuff, but the transaction is already out of your price range and the cashier is still working his way through the pile of clothing.

“breathe, doll,” Red whispers, making you jump. You actually forgot about the skeleton monster standing next to you! Now that your focus is broken, you take some calming breaths. The cashier scans the last item, and hits a key to reveal the staggering sum. Unfazed, Edge pays with a credit card. Did he even check the amount?

The cashier requests Edge’s ID, probably due to the large purchase. Edge hands it over. The cashier checks it, then gives Edge a skeptical look.

“Edgelord Edgerton Serif? What kind of name is that?” You think he might be joking, but Edge lets out a low growl of frustration.

“IT'S THE KIND OF NAME YOUR MOTHER WAS SCREAMING LAST NIGHT. NOW FINISH MY TRANSACTION.” Edge’s dry joke makes you snort, and Red bursts into raucous laughter.

Thoroughly chastised, the cashier gives Edge his ID and a lengthy receipt. Not bothering with the now-empty shopping cart, Edge picks up each and every bag and carries your purchases outside by himself. You suspect that he is grumpy about having his name questioned, but you have to agree with the cashier's skepticism. Who names a babybones Edgelord?

You aren't one to look a gift horse in the mouth, however… especially if that gift horse is a skeleton with really sharp teeth named Edgelord Edgerton Serif.

In the parking lot, Edge stows your new belongings (and Pop-Tarts) in the back of the SUV and slams the hatch down. Turning to his brother, he holds out a gloved hand, metacarpal palm facing upwards.

“YOU CAN TAKE YOUR CHOPPER HOME, BROTHER. I'LL TRANSPORT THE HUMAN.”

“sure thing, boss.” With no protest, Red drops the keys to the SUV into Edge’s hand.

“You call your brother ‘Boss’?” The question slips out while Edge retrieves the chopper keys from his pocket. The skeletons repeat their earlier performance of throwing and catching keys, and Red gives you an answer over his shoulder as he saunters up to a sleek black and red motorcycle.

“yeah, everyone used ta think it was cuz i was a sentry in the royal guard n’ he outranked me, but it's really cuz he was such a bossy little babybones.”

Edge stamps his foot and shouts: “STOP TELLING THE HUMAN YOUR COCKAMAMIE STORIES!” Red just starts up his bike and revs the engine to drown his brother out. He then speeds off, leaving you in the care of a tall, irritated skeleton monster.

You and Edge climb into the massive vehicle (Edge figuratively and you literally) and start your journey together. Edge drives attentively and cautiously while still managing to go slightly over the speed limit. At first he doesn't speak to you, but the blissful silence is over all too soon.

“FOR REASONS UNKNOWN, MY BROTHER HAS FORMED AN ATTACHMENT TO YOU.” Edge’s loud voice fills the SUV, surrounding you with the sound of it. “IF ANY HARM COMES TO HIM BECAUSE OF THAT ATTACHMENT, I WILL ENSURE THAT YOUR END IS EXCRUCIATING SLOW AND EXCEEDINGLY PAINFUL.”

“I would never do anything to hurt Red.” Your heated words are immediate and honest. You would never forgive yourself if something bad happened to Red because of you.

Edge says nothing, and an uneasy silence returns to the vehicle. You wonder why Edge feels the need to control every aspect of a situation. Maybe it comes from being a high ranking member of the Royal Guard? You presume Edge’s inner monologue is more along the lines of where to hide your mangled body if you cross him, and an unexpected shiver races up your spine.

Thankfully, you survive the ride to your new home. Edge once again gathers up the purchases and carries them by himself. Red must have somehow beaten you here because he stands at the front door, opening it to let you and his brother inside where you find yet another skeleton monster waiting.

“WELCOME TO YOUR NEW HOME, HUMAN,” he shouts with contagious cheerfulness. The new skeleton is tall like Edge with softer, rounder features and a casual style of dress. He sweeps you up into a powerful hug, spins you around, and sets you back on your feet, then he picks up a gift basket from a side table and presents it to you. “PLEASE ACCEPT THIS TOKEN OF HOSPITALITY AND FRIENDSHIP FROM THE GREAT PAPYRUS!”

You stare through the clear cellophane wrapping in shock. The basket contains a luxurious loofah, slippers, bubble bath, candles, and lotion, all items that a person on a tight budget wouldn't bother buying for themself. This family of skeleton monsters barely knows you, but they have already done so much for you. Red protected you, Blueberry checked on your health, Edge provided for you, Sans made you laugh, and Papyrus embraced you as a housemate and friend, sight unseen.

You haven't felt so wanted and cared for since your grandmother passed away.

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It was a delicious day, perfect temps for me to take a walk down to Oak street to drop my ballot in the armored steel box in front of City Hall, on Santa Clara, at 1:17pm, to be precise. Walked over to the next intersection, Central (my street), to Dan's.

Had not been in awhile. Everything just looked amazing as usual. I didn't get all that much, and sadly, berries were not cheap. I got a couple small things of raspberries, will have to get more at GroceOut.

The great thing about Dan's is that right near the front, they've got the bargain bin, which always has at least something to nab. For me, today, it was a bag of small red potatoes for 99 cents, and the same for a tub of cherry tomatoes.

Their greens were gorgeous, and I got a bunch of organic collards, for $2.49, which is a great price. What I've noticed here in Cali is that while they do stock collards, most stores will NOT have Mustard Greens. One of my fave things to cook is a combo of mustard greens and swiss chard. You have the sweet and the bitter and the combo goes well with just about any main dish, or add white cannelini beans to the greens and have a one-bowl meal. Make some cornbread.

So I'll be making those collards with some small white beans, which I've got on-hand dried, which is a great combo as well. Onions, garlic, if I could I'd add some Salt Pork, but with bacon being $10.99 for 12 ounces, and salt pork being unavailable, I'll opt for some good old Liquid Smoke, which I always try to keep in the cabinet.

Got another bunch of organic bananas, and a red onion as well, and everything came to just over $20, which wasn't bad. The collards, potatoes and cherry toms were the score of the visit.

Walked back up Central to the building and got back just about an hour after I left. All in all, a nice little excursion on foot. I'll probably be making the walk down to Dan's more often, now that i know they take the EBT.

I will say this: knowing I made the best informed decisions I could make, and knowing that I personally handed my ballot off to the correct authorities, I can rest a little easier about all this. No, my one single ballot may not "mean" that much, but I made my voice heard.

And to me, that's the best we can all hope for.

Fill out your ballot if you haven't already. Take it to a drop box, or a vote center (County has several!). Get it done. Do your Civic Duty.

You'll feel better for it.

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alex51324 · 9 months ago

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Everyplate unboxing

I did the Everyplate offer again! Seriously, guys--I'm not trying to be, like, a corporate shill here, but if you do their introductory offer and then immediately cancel, they will beg to give you the introductory offer again. And again. And again. I've done it like six times, all with the same credit card/address/etc. They've even started adding bonus offers--this time I got an extra meal and a packet of steak for $1.

If you live in the US, have a credit card, and like cooking, you should probably do it, is what I'm saying. All you have to do is remember to cancel it when the box arrives.

Here's the box:

It's a nice box, with a corrugated/reflective lining for temperature regulation. It's sturdy enough that you can re-use it (and the ice-packs that you get) as a little picnic cooler several times.

Here's inside the box:

Everything's just kind of jumbled in there, so you have to unpack it and sort out what goes with each meal. I've been doing the 6 meals/2 servings plan the last few times (the first few times I did 3 meals/4 servings), and with the extra meal offer this time I got 2 servings each of 7 meals. (You can get a smaller number of meals, but the shipping is a flat $11 no matter how many you get. If you pay attention when you're choosing which recipes you want, you can easily stretch the box out over 2 weeks--pick some things with vegetables that keep well, like carrots and so forth, and put the meat component in the freezer.)

Chicken stir-fry and dijon mustard steak:

With their stir-fries, I like to add some extra vegetables; I made this one last night and put in carrots and some more peppers, and it ended up being more like 3 servings than 2. The other one is originally a pork-chops recipe, but I'm going to do it with my free steak instead; I'm planning to have it tomorrow.

Shepherd's pie and linguine:

These two I'm putting aside for next week--I put the ground beef in the freezer, and everything else should be OK.

Sweet-potato hash and sausage flatbreads:

The sweet potato hash is also for next week. I made the flatbreads today. It was a little more complicated than I thought--they have you making a white sauce from scratch; I had to go out and buy milk--but it was really good!

Cherry pork chops/chicken:

They do a lot of recipes that are chicken or pork chops with some sort of fruit jam--I've done apricot and fig ones; this one has cherry jam. Since I ordered two meals that came with pork chops (this one and the dijon mushroom one) I swapped one set of pork chops for chicken, but then I also got the $1 steak, so I have an extra packet of meat; once I decide which one I want to have, I'll put the other one in the freezer.

I paid, like, $35 for all this food. I don't really understand why it's worth it to them to keep sending me this introductory offer when I have never bought a single full-price box, but they keep sending me emails asking me to please consider letting them send me a big box of food that they cannot possibly be making any money on, so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ . I will oblige them.

#food #groceries #this can't possibly go on forever #but if you have a US address and a credit card you can get in on it while it lasts #back in the day they used to advertise this thing where you could get 8 cassettes/CDs for a penny “just pay shipping”#but then they would automatically send you stuff every month unless you told them not to #and you had to buy several items at full price before you were allowed to cancel it #this is not like that #you can do the introductory offer and just cancel right away #you do not ever have to buy a full-price box #they do keep emailing you periodically but just to keep offering you discounted boxes with no obligation to ever buy a full price one #I'm guessing it's some kind of enshittification cycle thing where it makes them look good to investors if people cancel and come back?#just spitballing #but anyway it's pretty good stuff and I cannot stress enough how very much they do not try to stop you #from taking advantage of the introductory offer over and over again #they positively encourage it

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disco-elysium-via-polls · 10 months ago

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2. "Looks like you're on your own hook, too."

ROSEMARY - "Of course, of course, of course..." The drunk raises his pilsner and nods. "It is what it is, you know? What it's always been. People, buddy-boy, it's the people."

COMPOSURE [Medium: Success] - He has long forgotten what you were talking about.

3. "Why does the bottle of spirits cost 300 reál?"

ROSEMARY - "See, friend..." He brings out a one-litre bottle with blue-ish liquid. The mouth is corked shut. "It's *real* valuable. Worth every reál, if you catch my drift. Got it from a bit of a business venture..."

Nod -- let him speak.

"No one can buy spirits for 300 reál, that's crazy."

"I'll just have the spirits and not the story today, thank you."

ROSEMARY - "You know, it's funny, actually..." He bursts out laughing, then takes three gulps of his pilsner and stares at you intently.

PERCEPTION (SIGHT) [Medium: Success] - He's finding it difficult to focus his watery gaze.

"What is?"

ROSEMARY - "What?"

"What do you mean *what*? What did you think was funny earlier?"

"Forget about it, I just want the spirits!"

ROSEMARY - "This guy, this guy..." He says and shakes his index finger at you.

SUGGESTION [Easy: Success] - Conversation might bring a discount, no?

"Where did you get the bottle of spirits from?"

"Okay, can I just get the spirits if that's okay with you?"

"You know what?! I don't even want the spirits anymore!"

ROSEMARY - "Oh, this is medicinal spirits. The good stuff. Got it from the doctor's office."

HORRIFIC NECKTIE - He ain't shitting you. Medicinal spirits are a blast, *bratan*. The flaming truth of this joke of a world.

ROSEMARY - "I got one of those scientific ampoules a few months ago. 'Torpedo' they call it. It's supposed to keep a man from takin' a drink." He spits a nasty yellow clot on the ground before you.

"Didn't stop *me* for shit, that's for sure!" His voice rings with pride. "Five lemons with half a pack of butter and you're good to go."

"That's a good tip, I should remember it."

"That sounds dangerous."

ROSEMARY - "It was," he croaks. "In a week the goddamned kidneys started giving me all kinds of hell. Finally the missus took me to a private doctor's office -- not a charity, the real thing..."

"Those assholes!" He gets visibly angry. "Those assholes charged me *four reál* to remove the damn thing. But I came out on top after all!"

"Assholes..."

"Have they no shame taking money for a service they provide!"

"Okay, how?"

ROSEMARY - "But the idiots left me alone in there. Now, I used to teach high school biology. I *know* what doctors use to preserve dead thingies..." He gets an excited gleam in his eyes.

"Two I already sold to these fine gentlemen here," he nods at his companions. "But this last one is yours for three reál, if you want it?"

REACTION SPEED [Easy: Success] - Don't say it.

"I thought it was 300 reál."

"Can I smell it first?"

"I think it will prove... useful. Yes."

"No, not really."

ROSEMARY - "Here..." He uncorks the bottle and holds it under your nose. "Be careful, it's extremely flammable. One spark and the entire city of Revachol is wiped off the map."

PAIN THRESHOLD [Legendary: Failure] - Feels like someone set a mustard field ablaze right inside your nose, then drenched it in tear gas. Your nose is a singular source of pain... but at the same time you don't remember the last time you felt so alive.

LOGIC [Medium: Success] - In all fairness, that might be attributed to the retrograde amnesia.

HORRIFIC NECKTIE - Did I not tell you, *bratan*? This is it -- this is our party drink. This is what we're having, baby! Please get it for me! (The tie vibrates excitedly around your neck again.)

ROSEMARY - "So, what's the deal, friend? Want the spirits or not?"

"I think it will prove… useful. Yes."

"No, not really."

ROSEMARY - "Three reál and it's yours, friend. The deal of a lifetime!"

REACTION SPEED - Well done. You got it.

LOGIC [Medium: Success] - That's a much more reasonable price right there. Makes sense now.

Well, shit, at those prices we can't afford *not* to buy it.

3. [3 reál] "Here's the money for the spirits."

Item gained: Blue Medicinal Spirit

ROSEMARY - He hands you the bottle. "Jus' make sure to *enjoy* that one, friend!"

HORRIFIC NECKTIE - *Bratan*, I am so proud. Now -- whatever you do, don't drink it. This deserves so much more than just regular *oral* consumption.

ELECTROCHEMISTRY [Easy: Success] - The tie is *SO* on the money there! Up the bum it goes!

Huh...

But… I don't wanna put it up my bum.

Okay, right. We're putting it in the bum!

HORRIFIC NECKTIE - Who said anything about putting it up there? No, we're gonna put it in a *way* more special place. Soooo special. Just hang on to it, keep it safe. Wait for my sign!

INLAND EMPIRE [Easy: Success] - Soon. The time will come soon. Have patience, brave one.

We could also buy more alcohol to trade to Idiot Doom Spiral, but let's see if we can find some around first.

6. "I'm off." [Leave.]

ROSEMARY - "In the civilized world, it's a custom to tip the shopkeep, friend. But come back anyway." He waves you off.

BLUE MEDICINAL SPIRIT

The liquid has an unearthly blue tint. The kind that might or might not, but definitely *does* glow in the dark. This is 98,7 pure alcohol. Keep it away from an open flame.

DON'T CALL ABIGAIL - "Don't call Abigail," grumbles an unshaven man with a ruddy nose. He narrows his eyes at you as if in recognition, then turns his head away.

PERCEPTION (SMELL) [Medium: Success] - The noxious odour emanating from the drunken man is strong and familiar.

DON'T CALL ABIGAIL - "Don't ya call her, ya hear. Don't call Abigail..."

"I am the law."

"Who is Abigail?"

"I'll call whoever I want, don't tell me what to do."

"This is making me uncomfortable." [Leave.]

+1 Lawbringer

KIM KITSURAGI - The lieutenant sighs. "You really don't have to... Besides, he won't understand you anyway."

DON'T CALL ABIGAIL - "Abigail... oh, Abigail..." He mutters while trying to brush something off his extremely dirty trousers. His movements are slow and awkward.

2. "Who is Abigail?"

DON'T CALL ABIGAIL - He draws out a disgusting snort, then mumbles, waving a finger in your general direction: "Ugh... Abigail... don't ya... fuckin'... call Abigail."

SUGGESTION [Easy: Success] - Abigail is his wife or girlfriend. Chances are, she's gone. Calling her wouldn't make it any better or worse.

"Who are you? What's your name?"

"Where am I? What is this place?"

"Why shouldn't I call Abigail?"

"Tell me about your friends." (Point to the others.)

Walk away. [Leave.]

DON'T CALL ABIGAIL - His eyes move around erratically, the look in them hazy and unfocused. "Don't call Abigail," he says.

2. "Where am I? What is this place?"

DON'T CALL ABIGAIL - The man hiccups, then mumbles something unintelligible.

3. "Why shouldn't I call Abigail?"

DON'T CALL ABIGAIL - He snorts and beckons you to lean in closer.

Lean in.

Don't lean in.

DON'T CALL ABIGAIL - His breath smells harsh like a toxic swamp as he whispers to you: "Don't call Abigail. Don't call Abigail!" He then waves his hand, as if shooing you away.

"Hey, I'm on an important official investigation, I demand you answer my questions."

KIM KITSURAGI - "There's no use in yelling at drunks," the lieutenant interjects. "He's barely holding it together."

DON'T CALL ABIGAIL - The drunk man starts coughing, a really disgusting hacking cough.

5. "Tell me about your friends." (Point to the others.)

DON'T CALL ABIGAIL - He glares at you. "Don't ya fuckin' call her, hear me." His voice trembles with every word, becoming ever weaker. "Abigail," he whimpers in the end.

"Don'... don'..." the man stammers, "don't call..." Slowly, his head nods off to the side and he passes out, tongue dangling from his mouth.

+5 XP

KIM KITSURAGI - "There was little chance he'd be a reliable witness, anyway."

#disco elysium #kim kitsuragi #rosemary #don't call abigail #harrier du bois

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todaymandibhav · 6 months ago

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Mustard Price 10 July: सरसों भाव में फिर गिरावट, तेल व खल के दाम भी टूटे

Mustard Price 10 July 2024: देशभर की सभी प्रमुख मंडियों में सरसों बीज, सरसों तेल कच्ची घाणी, एक्सपेलर और खल के भाव में कितनी तेजी-मंदी आई देखें आज का ताजा रेट… Aaj Ka Sarso Bhav 10 July 2024 जयपुर (JAIPUR)सरसों (SARSO) भाव ₹ 6000/6025 गिरावट -50सरसों ऑइल कच्ची घानीभाव ₹ 11,540/11,550 गिरावट -100सरसों ऑइल एक्सपेलरभाव ₹ 11,440/11,450 गिरावट -100खल (KHAL)भाव ₹ 2625/2630 गिरावट -20 नेवाई…

#Mandi Bhav Today #Mandi Rate #Mustard Price #Mustard Price Today #Mustard Prices #सरसों भाव Today

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umangharyana · 28 days ago

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सरसों का ताजा मंडी भाव: 28 नवंबर 2024 को जानें कहां मिला सबसे ज्यादा भाव, कहां हुई गिरावट

सरसों की खेती और किसानों के लिए मंडी भाव की खबरें बेहद अहम होती हैं। आज, 27 नवंबर 2024 को देशभर की मंडियों में सरसों की कीमतों में हलचल देखी गई है। आइए जानते हैं प्रमुख मंडियों का सरसों भाव, तेल और खल के ताजा रेट और कुल आवक की स्थिति। सरसों मंडी भाव 27 नवंबर 2024 (आज का रेट) मंडी का नाम सरसों का भाव (रुपए/क्व��ंटल) अतिरिक्त जानकारी गंगापुर सिटी 6280 -20 श्रीगंगानगर 5862/6050 आवक: 1500…

#Delhi #Mustard Price in India #Mustard Seed Market Update #Sarso Mandi Bhav Today #Sarso Oil Rate 2024 #Sarso Price Jaipur

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lost-technology · 10 months ago

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Went to the mall today because we were bored. Walked around with nothing in particular in mind to buy (except for a hot mustard that I liked from a hot sauce shop that apparently no longer exists there, dangit)! and we wound up in FYE and for this price just had to bring the Insurance Girls home. Not a collector of Funkos, in fact the only other one I ever bought was a Deadpool for a now deceased relative, but I mentioned to my partner seeing the Angel Arm Vash and Rem as being tempting. Alas, we didn't find those.

#milly thompson #meryl stryfe #Insurance Girls #Funko Pop

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my-fortnite-blog · 1 year ago

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Epic Games is reportedly laying off 16% (approximately 900 people) of its employees.

Según se informa, Epic Games está despidiendo al 16% (900 personas aproximadamente) de sus empleados.

Yesterday it was reported about the price increase in B-bucks (PaVos) and bundles in different countries in Europe, Japan, the USA, among others.

El día de ayer se informó sobre la subida de precios en los B-bucks(PaVos) y en los bundles en diferentes países de Europa, Japón, USA, entre otros.

And today we are given the news of the dismissal of around 900 employees at Epic Games. Through the following statement, Tim Sweeney, the CEO of Epic Games, reports the reasons and problems that Epic Games is going through.

Y hoy se nos da la noticia del despido de alrededor de 900 empleados en Epic Games. A través del siguiente comunicado, Tim Sweeney, el CEO de Epic Games, informa los motivos y problemas por los que atraviesa Epic Games.

All employees who were laid off will receive "six months severance and health benefits” (according to @jasonschreier on X)

“Todos los empleados que fueron despedidos, recibirán 6 meses de indemnización y servicios de salud”( decuerdo a @Jasonschreier en X)

In summary:

Epic is spending more than it earns to invest in the next evolution of Epic & Fortnite.

Fortnite: Creative is now more popular than Fortnite: Battle Royale, in terms of playtime

Fortnite is growing again, but because of Creative, which is a lower margin business than Battle Royale.

Epic has been spending less on marketing & events in an effort to reduce costs, which wasn't effective enough in the end, so they decided to lay off employees.

En resumen:

Epic está gastando más dinero de lo que gana para invertir en Fortnite y otros proyectos

El crecimiento en el modo creativo es mayor al esperado y el margen de ganancias es menor en ese ámbito ya que las ganancias se reparten entre los creadores de contenido.

A pesar de los esfuerzos para reducir gastos y costos ( está la principal razón por la que no hayamos tenido eventos) no fueron suficientes por lo que se tuvieron que despedir empleados.

Epic confirms that they are focused on the following projects:

The next season.

Chapter 5.

Del Mar (Racing Mode)

Sparks (This is unknown what it is)

Juno (Collaboration with Lego)

Epic confirma que están centrados en los siguientes proyectos:

La siguiente temporada.

Capítulo 5.

Del Mar (Modo de carreras)

Sparks (Esto no se sabe lo que es)

Juno (La colaboración con Lego)

Donald Mustard…

At the time I did not talk about this because when I wanted to do it, the news had already been spreading around the web for several days, but it is a fact that the departure of Donald Mustard as creative director of Fortnite was already a warning of the problems that are happening with Epic Games.

En su momento no hablé de esto porque cuando quise hacerlo la noticia ya llevaba varios días circulando por la red, pero es un hecho que la salida de Donald Mustard como director creativo de Fortnite ya era un aviso. de los problemas que están pasando con Epic Games.

However, I never imagined that the problem was so big. Many people lost their jobs and now the future of games like Fortnite and Fall Guys is uncertain. Let's trust that they can solve it, for now, if you really love Fortnite, play and consume Fortnite, it is the best way to support.

What do you think about all this? Leave me a comment!!

Thanks for reading me, Haru out !

Sin embargo nunca imaginé que el problema fuese tan grande. Muchas personas perdieron su trabajo y ahora el futuro de juegos como Fortnite y Fall Guys es incierto. Confiemos en que podrán solucionarlo, de momento, si realmente amas Fortnite, juega y consume Fortnite, es la mejor forma de apoyar.

¿Y ustedes, qué opinan de todo esto? Déjame un comentario.

Gracias por leerme, Haru fuera.

Credits to:

@Jorge_Most_ and @ShiinaBR on X

#fortnite #epic games #fortnite news #my fortnite blog #donald mustard #Tim Sweeney #V-bucks #pavos #Fnite #4nite #fortnite battle royale #post #long post #game content #videogames #videogames news #News #tumblr post

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Good Omens time! (Isn’t it always?) Today I read the start of the “Friday” section, when Famine gets his object of the Apocalypse, his brass scale to match War’s flaming sword. It’s a cute scene anyone who’s worked in fast-food or a customer-facing job like retail will probably appreciate. Or for that matter anyone who’s actually stepped foot in a McDonald’s; which is, you know, all of us.

Sable sauntered in to the Burger Lord. It was exactly like every other Burger Lord in America. [But not like every other Burger Lord across the world. German Burger Lords, for example, sold lager instead of root beer, while English Burger Lords managed to take any American fast food virtues (the speed with which your food was delivered, for example) and carefully remove them; your food arrived after half an hour, at room temperature, and it was only because of the strip of warm lettuce between them that you could distinguish the burger from the bun. The Burger Lord pathfinder salesmen had been shot twenty-five minutes after setting foot in France.] McLordy the Clown danced in the Kiddie Korner. The serving staff had identical gleaming smiles that never reached their eyes. And behind the counter a chubby, middle-aged man in a Burger Lord uniform, slapped burgers onto the griddle, whistling softly, happy in his work.

Sable went up to the counter.

"Hello-my-name-is-Marie," said the girl behind the counter. "How-can-i-help-you?" "A double blaster thunder biggun, extra fries, hold the mustard," he said.

"Anything-to-drink?"

"A special thick whippy chocobanana shake."

She pressed the little pictogram squares on her till. (Literacy was no longer a requirement for employment in these restaurants. Smiling was.) Then she turned to the chubby man behind the counter.

"DBTB, E F, hold mustard," she said. "Choco-shake."

"Uhhnhuhn," crooned the cook. He sorted the food into little paper containers, pausing only to brush the graying cowlick from his eyes.

"Here y'are," he said.

She took them without looking at him, and he returned cheerfully to his griddle, singing quietly. "Loooove me tender, loooove me long, neeeever let me go...."

The man's humming, Sable noted, clashed with the Burger Lord background music, a tinny tape loop of the Burger Lord commercial jingle, and he made a mental note to have him fired.

It’s so predictable; so dehumanizing. Intelligence and even basic education to the point of literacy isn’t needed; bland mechanization and the ability to not stand out is.

Famine actually owns the joint, not to make money (though the end result is pretty much indistinguishable from chains with that goal) but to get people who aren’t diet-crazed and faddish enough to willingly give up nutrition to to be thin. This is his unique brand of starvation brought to the masses.

The Newtrition corporation had started small, eleven years ago. A small team of food scientists, a huge team of marketing and public relations personnel, and a neat logo.

Two years of Newtrition investment and research had produced CHOW. CHOW contained spun, plaited, and woven protein molecules, capped and coded, carefully designed to be ignored by even the most ravenous digestive tract enzymes; no-cal sweeteners; mineral oils replacing vegetable oils; fibrous materials, colorings, and flavorings. The end result was a foodstuff almost indistinguishable from any other except for two things. Firstly, the price, which was slightly higher, and secondly the nutritional content, which was roughly equivalent to that of a Sony Walkman. It didn't matter how much you ate, you lost weight. [And Hair. And skin tone. And, if you ate enough of it long enough, vital signs.]

Fat people had bought it. Thin people who didn't want to get fat had bought it. Chow was the ultimate diet food-carefully spun, woven, textured, and pounded to imitate anything, from potatoes to venison, although the chicken sold best.

Sable sat back and watched the money roll in. He watched CHOW gradually fill the ecological niche that used to be filled by the old, untrademarked food.

He followed Chows with Snacks junk food made from real junk. MEALS was Sable's latest brainwave.

MEALS was CHOW) with added sugar and fat. The theory was that if you ate enough MEALS you would a) get very fat, and b) die of malnutrition.

The paradox delighted Sable.

There’s something very gently sad about all of this, really. People buying this mass-produced slop and not realizing what they’re putting in their body is quite literally useless. It’s non-food; anti-food, even. I don’t blame the people making that “choice,” they’re certainly no more or less deceived than the folks stopping into a KFC down the road. It’s just very ad that this is what the system drives us to. Now even more than twenty-odd years ago.

This started out as a cute scene about the banality of being trapped under the thumb of capitalism. It is that to be sure, but a little too near the truth to be laughed off, at least for me. Famine isn’t a starving child in Africa with his ribs protruding out from his skin, or at least it’s not just them. It’s the workaday person being ground down into just a cog in the machine, and whose real value is an ability not to stand out.

That’s tragic in its way, and all too true to life. It’s not just a truth for low-wage workers; I’m a definite white-collar middle-class knowledge-worker and thinking about how much of my own employability relies on something rather similar, though the privileges and benefits I get through my own ability to work in the system do make for a much more comfortable life.

I think I need to stop here and sit with this a bit. Definitely whichever one of Neil or Terry wrote this particular scene, they knocked it out of the park. There’s more with the Them coming up I see, and I wouldn’t be surprised if Aziraphale and Crowley were waiting in the offing a well, but they can wait until next weekend.

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National French Dip Day

Celebrated and enjoyed today on National French Dip Day, a French dip, also known as a beef dip, is a hot sandwich made with roast beef (usually thinly sliced) and a French roll or baguette. It may be served plain but is usually served with au jus, which is French for "with juice" and consists of beef broth—or something similar, like beef gravy or stock—usually from the cooking process. French dips may also have other toppings, with Swiss cheese and onions being the most common. Beef may be substituted with roast pork, pastrami, turkey, lamb, or ham.

Philippe the Original (commonly called Philippe's today and known as Philippe's Restaurant when it opened) and Cole's French Dip (also known as Cole's Pacific Electric Buffet), both located in downtown Los Angeles, have a rivalry as to who is the originator of the French dip sandwich. National French Dip Day was initiated by Cole's French Dip in honor of its 110th anniversary on November 12, 2018. They offered a $10 French dip and martini combo all day. They had a similar offer the following year. Ironically, a "French Dip Day" had previously been celebrated by Philippe the Original, on October 6, 2008, in honor of their 100th anniversary. French dip sandwiches were priced at their original ten cents listing, and coffee was five cents.

Cole's and Philippe's both opened in 1908—Philippe's first and Cole's about a month later. While Cole's claims to have created the French dip at that time, Philippe's claims to have created it in 1917 or 1918. Philippe's uses the phrase "Home of the Original French Dip Sandwich" and calls the French dip their "specialty of the house." Philippe's French dip is served "single-dipped," "double-dipped," or "wet," with the bread being dipped in beef juices when it is put together. Philippe's and Cole's both have a spicy house mustard that patrons traditionally put on the sandwich.

Philippe's was founded by Philippe Mathieu, a French immigrant and cook who had arrived in Los Angeles five years earlier and opened a delicatessen. He sold Philippe's in 1927, and the descendants of those buyers changed the name of the restaurant to Philippe the Original. In 1951, on account of the construction of the Hollywood Freeway, it moved to its present location at 1001 N Alameda St.

There are several accounts as to the start of the sandwich at Philippe's. Among others, two are the most common or credible. The first comes from Philippe's website, which says:

One day in 1918, while making a sandwich, Mathieu inadvertently dropped the sliced french roll into the roasting pan filled with juice still hot from the oven. The patron, a policeman, said he would take the sandwich anyway and returned the next day with some friends asking for more dipped sandwiches. And so was born the 'French Dipped Sandwich," so called either because of Mathieu’s French heritage, the French roll the sandwich is made on or because the officer’s name was French. The answer is lost to history.

The second is a first-hand account, coming from Philippe Mathieu himself in a Los Angeles Times interview from 1951, written at the time of the relocation of the restaurant because of the Hollywood Freeway:

One day a police officer asked me if I would mind splitting one of these large loaves of French bread and filling it with 'some of the delicious roast pork.' I was not too busy, so I said, 'Sure.' Then he asked me to 'please cut it in half. I've got a friend outside who can eat it.' Then he asked for some pickles, onions and olives.

Mattieu went on to say:

Then we started making French-roll sandwiches for those who had smaller appetites. One day a customer saw some gravy in the bottom of a large pan of roast meat. He asked me if I would mind dipping one side of the French roll in that gravy. I did, and right away five or six others wanted the same.

So, by the supposed creator's own account, the French dip started out as a pork sandwich, not a beef sandwich, and was eaten with pickles, onions, and olives.

As for Cole's, one of Los Angeles's oldest bars, several stories have passed down through employees over the years. Records cannot be found of Cole's French dip being mentioned before Philippe's was known for them, and because of both of these reasons, its claim is not as strong as Phillipe's. An interview in the Los Angeles Times in 1997 of Gitti Beheshti, then co-owner and manager, says the following:

Mr. [Henry] Cole was German. He had a friend that was a chef working here. He was in the kitchen when someone wanted a sandwich, then the bread fell into the beef juice and they liked it. The other customer in line behind him asked for the same sandwich.

Another account claims that a chef by the name of Jack Garlinghouse made the sandwich for a customer who wanted a roast beef sandwich but had sore gums, so he dipped the sandwich in beef juices before serving it, softening the bread to make it easier to eat.

It's unknown why this Los Angeles-born sandwich has "French" in its name, but there are several plausible explanations. It could be because a French roll is used. It could be because it is dipped au jus—a French phrase for "with juice." It could be named for Philippe Mathieu, who was a French immigrant. Or, as mentioned in the first Philippe's story above, it could be because the officer who received the first French dip was named French.

Finally, it could be based on a pun. In the early twentieth century, a "French dip" was also a dress style—also used in men's and women's jackets—that dropped the waist to below the belt, to give the wearer a thinner appearance. The sandwich name could be poking fun at the fact that when one thinks about slimming down, they usually don't think of a sandwich made with meat and gravy. No matter why it has the name it does, or who its creator was, the French dip is not just beloved in Los Angeles, but around the world, and we celebrate and enjoy it today on National French Dip Day!

How to Observe National French Dip Day

Have a French dip at Philippe the Original or Cole's French Dip, or at one of the other best places in the United States to have one.

Enjoy a French dip from a chain restaurant like Arby's or McAlister's Deli.

Have a French dip at a local restaurant.

Check for special offers in honor of National French Dip Day.

Make a French dip.

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