Well, @marhinki-shipper-4-lyph I think you should watch the episode again because the whole point of it was for both her and greg to accept that rose is gone and move on. That’s what pearl throwing the rose off the building was for. And then they had a dance eerily similar to when rainbow quartz happened. Not to mention she sang with greg about how said dance was priceless.
yes because im fully aware that liquids start to solidify when you reduce their temperature you fucking buffoon
I’m so confused as to what I’m supposed to find upsetting about this. Like I get it looks very industrial, but why is that bad? Did this person used to think that cans of soup were portals to artisan kitchens where teams of chefs hand prepares ya damn alphabet noodles? Is the fact that we live in a society which can deliver fully prepared, non-perishable meals in convenient containers for 99 cents at your local winn Dixie somehow insufficiently fantastic for you?
This is a great reference piece for art. Thank you.
And if industrial capability to create food that won’t spoil in two weeks and is still adequately nutritious without poisoning you is somehow revolting, get the hell off my planet. There is no room for irrational kneejerk reactions against protecting our food supply from spoiling.
I hate when people use non science things that results in exactly what you would expect to claim things are bad. They leave food to decompose for a month, boil soda until the sugar carmalizes and freeze soup. It’s like, yeah, food rots after a while if left in the open. Sugary things carmalizes in heat. Liquid freezes when froze.
I’m half tempted to set a banana on fire and yell “YOU WANT THAT POTASSIUM NOW? LOOK HOW IT BURNS WHEN I SET IT IN FIRE!”
Playing Pokemon Go on my college campus is an absolutely surreal experience. Hundreds (I’m not exaggerating) of grown ass adults, walking around at 1am with their phones out, all completely confident in the knowledge that they are participating in a group activity. The corroboration is effortless. A dozen Pokestops with activated lures lit up the area with a drizzle of flower petals. Shouts of “I got it!” and “Yeah team ____!” filled the air. A group of people passing by you in the opposite direction would excitedly tell you where all the coolest Pokémon were. “There’s a growlithe up by Parker Hall!” A couple would race by to try and catch a scyther before their phones died. It’s just so pure and innocent and magical.
But perhaps the best part of all is when my mother called me, from many states away, to tell me about how my autistic sister voluntarily left the house to walk around and catch Pokémon.
