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Oh my god we actually did it.

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Kid today (probably like 6 years) came up to me and was like "teacher teacher what's your name" and i was like "asha :) also im not a teacher" and he was like "okay asha asha asha I need help" and i was like "okay buddy what's wrong" and he showed me this chunk of metal he'd found sitting in the sun that he was just carrying around and it was super sharp and super hot from the sun and he was like "my hand hurts :(" and i was like "ok. put that down. does it still hurt?" And he did and was like "no." and then he picked it up again and immediately went "my hand hurts :(" again and then I was like "kid. put that down and stop touching it" and he was like "ok but when I touch it my hand hurts :(" and i was like "Please Just Stop Touching That. If you dont touch it your hand won't hurt" and this went on for like another 2 minutes before i got him to realize that if he stopped touching the metal it would not hurt. Kids are so fucking weird man

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you will mention your favorite color is yellow and people will be practically jumping at the chance to let you know how hideous it is to them. just SALIVATING to look you in the eye and tell you it’s fucking ugly. like man what do you want and expect me to do here. change my mind? i have to laugh

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The next time you want to call a sequence “Well animated” do yourself a favour and rewatch it with the sound muted. Often times ir’s only after you remove sound from something that you can truly see if the animation underneath is actually good or not, or if the music/acting is manipulating you.

….but on that same note, “Well animated” does not mean “Fluidly animated”. Because something can be VERY well animated and have few frames if those frames are in the right place, or have a shit ton for frames and be badly animated because it’s over-animated and moves way too much.

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Late Night Snack

JJBA Part 5 Comic (read left to right)

(Continued in Read More, didn't wanna fill up the feed)

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self-care phrases to boost your confidence

this shit ain't nothin to me man

I'll fucking kill you

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brb the whole discord in an uproar at the UNCONSCIONABLE results of Mister Global 2022

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When I was a kid, I lived on a farm, and once a year the adults would go duck hunting and bring home a few ducks. One year, it was me and my brother's job to pluck those ducks. We were, like, maybe eight or nine? Plenty old enough to pluck a duck, but with zero experience.

And that zero experience turned out to be a problem, because we hadn't had much to do with birds and the thing about a bird's feathers, right, is that you've got a feather that sits in a little sheath thing that's rooted in the body. So what you want to do is pull the feather and sheath both out. But if you're a little kid who's never done this before, all too often, the feather comes out and leaves the sheath in the body. So we'd be doing our best but the ducks would come out maybe a quarter plucked properly and otherwise still full of these feather sheaths, and then it's a matter of going back and pulling all these little sheaths out.

I remember quite clearly, my mother and aunt helping us with this part, because it's fiddly and we were taking forever. They'd take the plucked ducks and re-pluck them properly. And I remember my mum making a remark to my aunt (not maliciously, she didn't know I could hear and was just making conversation), "You know, it would've been easier for us to just do it from the start and not have to deal with all these fiddly little bits." And she was absolutely right -- my brother and I were involved for our benefit in the same way you get a young kid to "help" wash the dishes, we were learning a life skill. But even though we'd done most of the work, we'd removed most of the unwanted mass from the duck's skin, we'd actually made things harder. We'd removed all the feathers and a quarter of the sheaths, but the sheaths are much easier to remove with the feathers attached, so working on a "mostly plucked" duck was a lot more work for the adults than just doing the whole duck from scratch would have been.

Anyway, I vividly remember this incident every time someone suggests saving time by writing with AI and then just editing it into something good.

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Sing us a song, you’re the piano man, a fusion of ivory and meat~

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How to cook with ADHD

The recipe:

A simple crock pot dump dinner with no prep and no extra dishes dirtied! Five minute prep time.

The instructions:

Grease crock pot

Brown sausage or ground beef (or substitute sausage links)*

Mince 4 garlic cloves*

Dump frozen tortellini, canned tomatoes, spaghetti sauce, chicken broth, sausage links, garlic, basil, condensed milk, shredded cheese, and chicken broth into crock pot

Stir**

Cook on low heat 4-6 hours

*Note: these two steps weren't included in the recipe, because if you don't have ADHD you can manifest already-browned ground beef and already-minced garlic cloves from the aether using your executive function telekinesis.

**Note: "Stir" was listed as part of the same step as "dump" in the recipe, because if you don't have ADHD your executive function telekinesis can stir the ingredients in mid-air as you're dumping them in.

The reality:

Haul out the crock pot; congratulate yourself on remembering where you stuffed it

Lube up crock pot with olive oil; discover something burned crusted inside one corner. You have too much ADHD to typically try crock pot recipes so this is from the roommate that recently moved out, but ex-roommate also has ADHD so this is still an expected stage of the "cooking with ADHD" process.

Try to scrub out the burned flakes without removing the greasing up you've already applied to the rest of the pot

Lube up the formerly burned corner.

Wash off greasy hands

Tear open frozen tortellini bag; dump it in. Congratulate yourself on how smoothly this is going.

Pick up the canned tomatoes

Grab the can opener Search for the can opener in the kitchen tools drawer

Search the utensils drawer

Search the pens & matches & leftover expired sunglasses from the solar eclipse drawer

Search the pot holders drawer

Search the shelf with the canned sauces left behind when your roommate left because sometimes you stick kitchen tools next to the food item that needs the tool, for ADHD reasons

Try to remember whether, when roommate moved out and you split up the kitchen supplies, a can opener was included amongst the supplies bequeathed to you

Realize with the weariness born of long experience that you're about to have An Adventure

Comfort yourself with the knowledge that this will at least make a funny tumblr post

Make mental note to include friendly shout-out to ex-roomie so when they read this they know you don't resent them for taking the can opener(s), something you should have thought to ask about yourself, and also something you would have discovered sooner if not for the fact that you have too much ADHD to typically try recipes that involve opening a can

Inspect the rim keeping the lid on the tomato can

Squeeze the sides near the top hoping perhaps you can just pop it off like Popeye; slightly dent can

Optimistically try to pry the lid off with your fingernails, knowing in your heart that cans were designed the way they were specifically to prevent the lid being removed by such flimsy tools but remembering some kind of youtube video about the the way the rims of cans are rolled over each other.

Google "open can without can opener" while aiming the evil eye at the search results to ward off useless AI sites that spend 1000 words droning about situations when someone might want a can opener before poorly paraphrasing other people's advice

Click on Wikihow with relief

Realize the sink's been running since before step 1 because you're trying to wash off a really gross spoon that was in the fridge with cheese on it for about a week; observe the spoon, nudge it back under the stream, and decide it could use a little more rinsing so you don't have to touch it.

Scroll past "rub a spoon's edge over the weak metal until it wears through," looks too time-consuming

Scroll past "stab lid with knife," looks like too much effort

Scroll past "rub lid on concrete to wear off the metal," you already know that one and you're not THAT desperate

stop at "stab lid with the back corner of a chopping knife," shrug in defeat. You're gonna need to dirty a chopping knife to slice up the sausage anyway.

Stab lid with the back corner of a chopping knife Attempt to stab lid with back corner of a chopping knife; conclude it's too much effort and you're more likely to slip and lose a finger

Attempt to rub spoon through lid; conclude it's even less likely to get through

Suddenly remember with glee that your swiss army knife has a can opener

Grab it from the Specific Spot it lives on the kitchen counter so you Never Ever Lose It Discover your army knife isn't in its Specific Spot

Vaguely search the shelf in the living room where tools sometimes congregate

Remember seeing the army knife on the bedside stand organizer you got to ensure you Never Ever Lose your glasses and ADHD meds

Walk to the farthest room at the very other end of the house

Find your army knife exactly where you thought it was, congratulate yourself; realize it's the LITTLE army knife

Check it for a can opener anyway

Realize you must have removed it from the counter a month or two ago (you don't remember how long due to The ADHD) when The Ants found a way into the kitchen from behind the dishwasher and you scrubbed down the entire counter with ant-repelling flower essential oils to curb the invasion.

Return to the kitchen; realize the sink is still running; decide the spoon could stand to rinse a little more.

Search the table that you meant to remove from the kitchen when you got a new table but that instead has become a Gathering Spot Of Stuff With No Home

Remember that the utensils used to be in the pantry for ADHD reasons

Search the pantry for a can opener; find nothing

Go to the other end of the house again and vaguely search the shelf by your computer desk where tools sometimes congregate

Five minute prep time.

Return to the kitchen and remember that you moved all the stuff from the counter to the other ant-free counter, three feet away from where you started.

Triumphantly locate swiss army knife

Flip open can opener attachment; realize blade is blunt; hopefully tell yourself that must be the bottle top opener.

Flip open the other can opener attachment; realize its blade is blunt as well

Nevertheless, watch a youtube video (from inside the DuckDuckGo search results instead of on youtube itself, because you have youtube blocked on your phone for 6 hours a day with an app you paid real money for to actually lock you OUT of distracting apps rather than merely pop up an easily-dismissible "teehee you shouldn't be on this app right now!" screen, because you have ADHD) on how to open a can with a swiss army knife can opener

Attempt to open can with blunt can opener.

Try the spoon again.

Resort to the "rub can's lid on concrete" technique; grab one of the bricks you got for free a few months ago for some kind of half-baked backyard project you haven't started yet and that's been sitting in the kitchen nook ever since.

Discover that the can is sanding down the brick faster than the brick is sanding down the can; also discover that the lid's acquired a tomato juice-dripping puncture half the size of a vampire bite, but that was probably thanks to the can opener

Wash off the can so that when you finally get it open, you don't get brick and metal shavings in the tomato juice

Five minute prep time.

Move the sausage from the counter into the fridge. You might be here a while.

Decide that you've tried this WikiHow's way; now you're trying it YOUR way. Go to the craft room where all your crafts have been packed in boxes since the last time you moved two years ago and haphazardly opened and strewn about whenever you need something specific.

Locate your toolbox exactly where you knew it was: sitting right in the middle of the floor. Convenient, easily visible.

Take your pliers from your toolbox Discover your pliers aren't in your toolbox.

Vaguely search the shelf next to your computer desk where tools congregate Spot the pliers on your desk on your way to the shelf; have no recollection of what you were doing with your pliers at your desk.

Return to kitchen with wrath in your heart

Start attempting to bend and wiggle the rim of the lid of the can a little at a time in hopes of it snapping off or something. You still vaguely recall that youtube video watched long ago about how cans are constructed.

Discover you've punched a hole through the side of the can when tomato juice starts dripping down your fingers

Try to pour juice into crock pot; get about eight drops

Begin to wonder if it would have just taken less time to drive 20 minutes to Target to buy a can opener

Resume going around the edge trying to pry off the lid. Experience only extremely moderate success

Attempt to pour more juice from the widening wound into the crock pot; get about four drops.

In frustration, jam the pliers into the hole you've already made and attempt to wrench it open wide enough to pour the tomatoes out

Peel off the wet wrapper around the hole

Repeat process 4-5 times until hole is big enough to free all tomatoes

Set the can aside in triumph

With the weariness of a World War I soldier preparing to march back into the trenches, set your eyes on the can of condensed milk

Go to rinse off your pliers so the milk isn't cross-contaminated with tomato juice; realize it doesn't matter because it's all going into the same crock pot

Experience 5 seconds of lost time and come back to reality to discover you're washing your pliers anyway even though you just decided not to. You have no recollection of this.

Continue to let the sink run, for the spoon. It could use it.

Start plying the rim of the condensed milk can; console yourself with the knowledge that at least this can be a much smaller hole since you're not trying to pour tomatoes out.

Punch a tiny hole in the side that drips all over you.

Try to pour can into crock pot; it's dripping out at a rate of 1 drop every 2 seconds.

Remind yourself yet again that at least this will make for a funny tumblr post

Attempt to widen hole. Really maul that one bit of the rim. Get more milk on your counter.

Attempt to pour again; suspect that it's dripping even slower now

Consider driving to Target again

Wonder how you've ended up with ten times as much milk on the counter than poured into the crock pot

Peel the wet wrapper from around the hole

In frustration, take out the screwdriver on your swiss army knife and jam it into the hole on the lid to wiggle it around and expand it

Pour the world's slowest stream of milk into the crock pot. Decide it's not worth it to try to expand the hole. Just wait for it to do its thing.

Realize that holding the can this high doesn't make the stream any faster but DOES make tiny drops splash outside the crock pot. Lower the can.

Shake it a bit.

Realize the sink's still running; decide to let it keep going, the spoon could use it.

Pour in the spaghetti sauce which came in a sensible glass jar with a twist lid

Pour in the chicken broth with sensible twist lids. Ruminate on the wisdom and convenience of twist lids

Add a tablespoon of dried basil

Try to remember the rough conversion rate of garlic cloves to pre-minced garlic, because you have ADHD and you're not about to mince your own garlic. You think it was one clove to one teaspoon. You would check, but the conversion you found was on reddit (after scrolling past a dozen AI sites) and you can't check it again because your app blocker keeps you out of reddit so you don't get distracted.

Add four teaspoons of pre-minced garlic

Dump in the shredded cheese; realize you didn't put it in the fridge with the sausage; decide it's fine, it's cheese, it hasn't been that long.

Five minute prep time.

Take sausage from fridge

Grab a plate to chop the sausage on

Slice open the package, dump out the sausage

Attempt to imitate the super fast chopping you see in cooking videos but when you do that the knife doesn't go all the way through the skin; reluctantly slow down

Once again, resentfully think about how many "one pot" "no prep" "dump dinner" crock pot recipes you've found that assume browning meat is a freebie action that magically takes zero time; wonder where people without ADHD magically find the spare time to complete tasks they've allotted 0 seconds for in their prep schedule

Muse that you probably could've browned half a cow's worth of ground beef in the time opening that tomato can took; remind yourself that if you actually had tried to brown your own beef, it would have probably turned into An Adventure as well.

Think to yourself that tumblr had damn well better enjoy your suffering because SOMEBODY here needs to 

Dump sausage in crock pot

Nicely wipe the tomato juice and condensed milk splatters off the rim because a few weeks ago while looking for ADHD cleaning hacks you found the quote "you can wipe it now or you can scrub it later" and you're trying to incorporate that into your life.

Put the lid on at last

Plug it in scoot aside the detritus of the ingredients until you've made room to scoot the crock pot next to the power outlet

Plug it in

Set it to low heat and 6 hours

Check the clock; realize that it will finish cooking at the exact same time that you're supposed to be leaving for two and a half hours to pick up some free tiles you found on craigslist for the half-baked backyard project you haven't started yet; decide this is a logistics problem for future you

Throw away all the empty stuff that doesn't need to be rinsed.

Put the basil in the cutlery drawer, which is naturally where all the spices live because you always need to grab the forks, salt, and pepper at the same time

Realize the sink is still running; decide it wouldn't hurt to let it go a little longer

Put the minced garlic jar in the fridge; remove the last half-empty minced garlic jar that you THOUGHT you'd had, but you don't know when it was opened so you'd decided to get a new one anyway

Double-check to make sure there aren't any other leftover ingredients that need refrigerating because you don't want to have another Mayonnaise Incident (bought a big jar of lime mayo, used it once, accidentally left it on the counter in the spot where it had been sitting when it was unopened rather than refrigerate it, had to throw away the whole thing)

Tiredly tell yourself that you can wash the tomato juice and condensed milk off the counter later THE ANTS THE ANTS THE ANTS. Resolve to wash everything now so that you won't get another invasion.

Reluctantly pick up that spoon that's been soaking and scrub the rest of the cheese off with your thumb. It takes like twenty seconds. You could have cleaned it in twenty seconds at the start of all this.

Stick it in the dishwasher

Rinse out the glass tomato sauce jar and put it in the half of the sink dedicated to letting recyclables dry out.

As long as you're here, remove the actual dishes that are sitting in the half of the sink dedicated to recyclables that you put there when you made room to rinse the cheese spoon; put them in the dishwasher because you want to be able to give yourself an "emptied the sink" point in the gameified habit-tracking app you got for your ADHD (not to be confused with the life skills coaching habit-tracking app you got for your ADHD)

Bemoan the fact that you can't award yourself points this week for getting groceries on Monday because it's Friday. You were willing to let it go as far as Thursday and still award yourself credit but Friday's just too far.

Artfully arrange the cans and their "can openers" so you can take a picture of the carnage, because dammit you're getting SOMETHING out of this

Rinse out the tomato can and put it in the drying recyclables half of the sink

Direct a stream of water into the little hole on the condensed milk can; only realize your extremely predictable mistake when you try to drain it and the world's slowest stream of water pours out

Shake out the rest of the water and chuck the condensed milk can in the trash

Wash off the pliers

Wash the swiss army knife and all three extensions you tried to use even though only one was useful; tiredly recall that you didn't wash them off BEFORE opening the cans and decide you'll just live with that risk

Put your army knife in its Specific Spot where you'll Never Ever Lose It

Forget whether you've washed the pliers

Look at the pliers Accidentally look at your phone on the counter instead; your mind immediately ejects all thoughts like a bomber plane dumping its bombs and you stare blankly at the glowing screen, which isn't even displaying anything interesting, for at least ten seconds, trying to remember what you were looking at it for

Notice that there's condensed milk splashes on your phone; remember the pliers; check the pliers; remember you did wash them already

Wipe off your phone screen

Glance in the kitchen tools drawer while grabbing a paper towel, thinking about what a fool you would have just made of yourself if there is a can opener after all; be relieved to find no can opener

Wash off the counter; congratulate yourself on doing such a good job keeping the counter clean and the kitchen ant-free, except for that one time a week ago when one drop of orange chicken sauce fell on the counter without you noticing and you crushed four ant scouts before you managed to find what they were looking for. But other than that you're doing so good

Realize you didn't plan what you'll eat for lunch.

Casualties: 2 cans

Times I interrupted myself while writing this: 32

Verdict: remarkably low number of interruptions

The most deeply nested distraction-within-a-distraction Matryosha doll experienced while writing this: 4 (plus five separate 3-layer Matryosha distractions)

This includes remembering THE ANTS THE ANTS THE ANTS and going downstairs to toss the trash bag with the half-rinsed condensed milk can outside

This also includes two separate daily alarms I have set to deliberately disrupt my focus in case I've accidentally started hyperfocusing on a task I'm not supposed to be doing and one time tumblr got locked by my distracting-app-locking app

More important tasks I'm ignoring to write this post: 11

Casualties: 2 cans

Amount of time it took me to realize I mentioned the casualties twice and edit this post: 21 minutes

Not including writing this post, total prep time for the five-minute-prep-time dump dinner: one hour and twenty minutes.

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