the way willemijn plays mrs danvers is truly insane. every word she says, every reaction to any small detail is just drenched in sorrow and grief. "the audience can decide if she was in love with rebecca... or whatever" - cut to her literally snuggling rebecca's nightgown and touching her things with the most tenderness in the entire world. cut to raimund theater lit up in rainbow colors and a pride flag just outside. cut to my unbiased family agreeing that 'maxim was the real bad guy'. she's insane.

Starving to death this morning because ive been to the new local cafe twice this week already and if i go a third time ill look desperate.

Me: I like the goods and/or services you offer in exchange for my money

The cafe, in my head: lmao cringe, kill yrself buddy

The endlessly wailing siren of my social anxiety issues is probably not going to be silenced by the people in the comments pointing out that being a regular at a restaurant is a normal thing for people to be, but I do zero-sarcasm appreciate the attempt, is very kind!

I used to walk into [redacted nonpizza store] in my area and the guy behind the counter would immediately ask me if I wanted a pizza. truly I experienced the mortifying ordeal of being known as the pizza guy

compared to that being a regular at a normal cafe ordering normal breakfast items would be a real relief

Literally dread this scenario, to have your identity *reduced down* to a single item order, to be known as such a plebian with such a restricted palette that your order can be charted in advance, oh widdle ash wants his chicken tendies uwu.

I agree having a set breakfast order is more socially acceptable than a set pizza order. But its not enough; its never enough.

Though life update: i did just go to the cafe in the end. I compromised with my anxiety by ordering a sandwich instead of my typical bagel. It was fine but not as good.

on the flipside, we went to the same place for brunch a couple years, one time my buddy orders something new, and while he’s eating five different members of the wait staff stopped by to be like “did they bring you the wrong thing?”

This thread needs a trigger warning keep the horror stories coming

There was a bakeshop near my house that made soft ginger cookies and and macarons but only 2-3 good flavors. I walked in once and the cashier (who I definitely didn’t recognize) said “let me guess - ginger cookies and cookies-n-cream macarons, right?”

Needless to say, I never returned.

I once went to a McDonald’s, the cashier said “big mac combo meal and a chicken burger, right?” and I said “yeah” and then didn’t come back for two years

This entire genre of concern so fascinatingly foreign to me! the cafeteria pizza guy knows I want 3 slices of whatever veggie pizza he has, and he will have them ready for me without me having to say anything besides a quick murmured thanks, and he smiles when he sees me and starts to grab them, and it feels so good! to be known, even a little bit, to be a small constant in someone else’s life… there’s just something so beautiful and precious and good in that, for me.

When I lived in [the city where I lived for undergrad] there was this place very close to my house with cheap and delicious lamb curry and the people at the counter knew my face and would start scooping the lamb curry into a bowl when they saw me come through the door. I thought this was lovely of them and always made sure to tip generously. Restaurant and regular is a mutually beneficial relationship.

Yeah there’s a bakery/cafe a few doors down from me and reaching the point where they a) remember my face/name and b) know my regular order meant that I can no longer get breakfast anywhere else ever.

Had the guy at the taco truck I routinely went to for lunch who asked me after a few years if I only ate burritos or something, no man I’m just don’t see the need to mix up my lunches.

As someone who’s been both front and back of house in various large and small food services: regulars account for roughly 40% of sales and thier consistency makes it easier to order supplies and keep stock levels stable.

As front of house my regulars were always a welcome sight, an easy serve and clear, a guaranteed a happy customer and pleasant interaction. Especially in diners or lunch spots where reliable turnover = tips and most people never come in more than once, having a familiar face who’s rhythms and tastes you recall makes the rest of your service work easier.

If you have any anxiety about being a regular somewhere just be sure to tip well, and you will magically transform from ‘pizza guy’ or ‘lamb curry dude’ to Beloved Favorite Regular and the servers will squabble to get you seated in thier section.

When I worked for Domino’s Pizza, there was a guy who ordered a pizza, without fail, on Thursday at 6pm. Until the day he didn’t.

One of our drivers was delivering nearby and decided to check on the guy. Turns out the guy got home, got most of the way through the door, and lost consciousness. (If memory serves, it was a diabetic episode.) Driver couldn’t revive him and called 911. Saved the guy’s life.

when i worked in a remote office when i started my job, i went to denny’s for lunch enough that i’d just walk in and a server would go “take a seat over there, I’ll be over with your iced tea to take your order in a moment”

Food service workers love their regulars, especially if you’re a good tipper and are polite, we literally look forward to seeing you every day. Also service workers don’t care if you order the same thing, and us remembering your order means we like you.

^^^^

Also no we aren’t “boiling your personality down to an item/order”, you are. We are offering you preference recall and welcoming you and your *presence* does in fact correspond to our need to give you a certain order. It’s okay for that to happen.

For all my fellow social anxiety sufferers out there. Because my local coffee shop knows I always get iced coffee or a mocha and a biscotti and it stresses me the fuck out because I’m like “What if they think my order is dumb?? What if they’re like there she goes again stuffing her face with biscottis all the time” but nothing matters and a biscotti with your coffee in the morning really makes all the difference in what kinda day you’re gonna have.

I have pretty severe social anxiety, but there was a Chinese restaurant in [town I lived in for a few years] that made some of the very best egg drop soup, vegetable lo mein, and spring rolls. I ordered that every time I went there. They would seat me by a window in a quiet spot because they saw me put earplugs on when things got noisy.

Then I moved to a different but nearby town. I’m unable to drive (due to medical reasons) and public transportation didn’t go near the town. It was a year later, when I had a study group, that I was able to go there again. We had been taking turns for what restaurant we would eat and study at. We’d be there for hours, ordering several meals, and tip heavy, around 50%. Anyone one of us who couldn’t afford to eat or tip would be covered by the rest because several of my classmates were from wealthy families. They covered me more than once in exchange for drawings.

When it was my turn, we went to the Chinese restaurant. I walked in and they immediately knew who I was and what I favored. It was pretty dead in there, so we mostly had the place to ourselves. It ended up being a six course meal and five hours of studying and discussing the project. They brought me my favs as soon as they saw my plate or bowl was empty. The bill ended up at a little over $1k.

A couple months later, a friend took me there where we had a nice lunch after I finished my last exam. The owner approached our table and told me each of the students I had brought last time were now regulars. Some brought more people, and business was booming. They gave me a little card that said I would receive free meals for the next two years, as thanks for being a regular bringing in so many new people.

Before I moved across the country, I wanted to visit the place for a final meal before leaving. The place was closed with a sign that said “moved to new location.” The new location was near the university. So we went there, and the owner informed me that because so many of their new regulars were uni students, they moved. The place was easily 3x the size of their original. They told me it was always packed during meal times, and they now opened for breakfast with tradition Chinese breakfast foods. Business was booming, and all because of their regulars.

Being a regular is one of the very best compliments you can offer a restaurant, diner, meal trucks, etc. They love seeing you, especially if you tip well. I will likely never eat there again due to living more than 2500 miles away, but it feels good that my love for egg drop soup, vegetable lo mein, and spring rolls helped out a wonderful restaurant.

Be a regular. They love you.

A less good story than the last one. But here we go.

For two year and a half, during my master degree, I was doing improvisation theater in Paris . Every Monday, after the improvisation class, we were always going to the same Chinese restaurant. The owner was talking to all of us, super nice. She knew us, we knew her. She had a table reserved for us. Incredible. My girlfriend (which I wasn’t dating back then) did her trans coming out to the owner. Everything went super well. It was incredible

Anyway. Suddenly covid.

Then I got a job, and covid was still there. My girlfriend started her physical transition, then we begun to date.

Anyway. 2 month ago (during Paris strikes) a friend organise a theater class. My girlfriend and I go. Amazingly, its three street away from That Chinese restaurant. At the end of the theater worshop, we go out, run away from the cop (the BravM to be precise. Its two cops. one driving a motocycle, the other hitting civilians. Acab). And we arrive to the restaurant.

My girlfriend and the new theater crew go first. The owner say hi, normally, and serve them. Then I get in. And the owner is like “oh my god, you!”. She hugs me it’s soo cool I almost cry.

And then something light up in her eyes, she go to the table where the other already are, and said “then you must be [girlfriend name]! OMG you changed so much why didn’t you tell me???

Anyway. The all thing was super moving. And seeing her again was super reassuring. To know she made it through covid, and her restaurant too. I’m so happy for her.

My parents live in this town and the city legally can’t tear the tree down to build or anything because the tree has its own legal rights and they can’t do anything about it.

how does. how does this happen. how DID this happen

I love this story because this guy in the early 1800’s had so many great childhood memories of this tree and wanted to make sure it was protected no matter what. So he deeded the ownership of the tree to itself and everyone just went with it.

Then in 1942 this intense windstorm came and knocked the tree over. And people were bummed. But someone had saved an acorn from the original tree, so they planted that and now Son of the Tree That Owns Itself is over 50 feet tall.

And since this new tree is technically the offspring of the original tree it’s considered to have legally inherited the plot of land it’s inhabiting.

Two generations of trees owning land is amazing and if you don’t think this is the coolest thing get right out of my face.

June 15 is the anniversary of both the Night Vale and Gravity Falls pilots, as well as Vanessa Doofenshmirtz’s birthday and “give it up for day 15” day

happy birthday to the only things ever

And love händel reunion day and Linda and Lawrence’s anniversary

Hey.

The most day ever

Okay so I found the most incredible horse statue while doing research for my job and guys. Are you ready for this. Are you sure you're fucking ready for this thing

*sees 2 notes* FUCK yes let's fucking GOOOO

Behemoth

I saw the opposite of this horse

rebecca das musical has me in a chokehold 🥀

*sticks my hand in your nucleus and swirls your dna around*

I'm a prokaryote

using a fork and twirling it like spaghetti

I'm not translating all of that

lass it's a genome

did you just

make a genome?

no joke in it

you just posted a genome sequence?

yeah, t-something bacteriophage if memory serves

why

eh

heartbreak at its finest… (21.5.2023)

hey, doyle, please don’t say watson keeps his stethoscope in his hat like that’s a normal thing, i refuse to believe that’s a normal thing

A little tribute to Taskmaster UK! This took about 15 hours and I’m really proud of it.

Includes up to s14. Reblogs appreciated.

downside: going to have to include a picture of the Giza pyramids in the slides for the lecture upside: i get to give people a crash course in why perspective matters in two frames, because

followed by

is such a funny sequence

i find most people who haven't seen it in person don't know that cairo is RIGHT THERE

I loved these perspectives so I took some of my own when I was in Cairo and yeah, they're literally just. Right there. Pass em on your way to work, nbd

No, y'all don't even understand.

There is literally a Pizza Hut across the street from the pyramids.

That Pizza Hut among other things is why Egyptologists laugh their asses off when we see another piece of media where the protagonists get "lost in the desert near the pyramids", because it's like... just turn around my dudes you're only a seven min walk away from the nearest fastfood shop

Yall don't know how much I adore all of this

Something something Greg Davies is a big cat

I feel like Germany really needs to draw the right conclusions from Eurovision: a) No one votes for us anyway at this point b) we're guaranteed a spot in the finale bc we're a member of the Big 5.

Conclusion: We can basically hold televisions across Europe hostage for 3 minutes and do what the fuck we like. Let some random security guy sing, elected 30 seconds before going on stage. Classical opera sung after breathing helium. Slightly sing-songy stand up comedy. Sneak in Die Ärzte under fake names and do whatever. A speed caricaturist drawing the competition while doing some half-hearted whistling. Host a drunk ballet performance.

What are they going to do? Ban us?

Next year all the big five countries should just abuse their default spot in the final and all send in joke songs by comedians that are very popular in their native country but who will just completely and utterly confuse the entire rest of Europe, it’d be so funny and make the final way more memorable.

mein Pitch für den nächsten deutschen ESC-Beitrag:

1. in der NDR-Kantine wird eine große Deutschlandkarte aufgestellt

2. Peter Urban darf zum Abschied und zum Dank für all die Jahre einen Dartpfeil darauf abwerfen

3. in der so ausgewählten Gemeinde wird in der örtlichen Musikschule die Gruppe der musikalischen Früherziehung damit beauftragt, einen Marsch zu komponieren

4. durch ein weiteres deutschlandweites Zufallsverfahren wird ein Spielmannszug ausgewählt (aus einer Ortschaft mit max. 3000 Einw.), der zum ESC nach Stockholm reist

5. die Noten des Marschs werden 5 Minuten vor dem Auftritt erstmals an die Mitglieder des Spielmannszugs ausgehändigt (während der Proben spielt der Spielmannszug den Helenenmarsch)

6. zum Auftritt wird in der gesamten Veranstaltungshalle das Putzlicht eingeschaltet, alle Monitore/LED-Wände bleiben ausgeschaltet

7. der Spielmannszug marschiert innerhalb der drei Minuten einmal von links nach rechts über die Bühne, Uniform/Trachten/Banner werden wie nach Tradition üblich getragen

8. der amtierende Schützenkönig trägt auf die Marschmelodie Auszüge aus der Satzung eines ebenfalls zufällig ausgewählten deutschen Kleingartenvereins vor

9. der im Heimatort des Spielmannszuges ansässige Metzger (sofern nicht im Spielmannszug oder amtierender Schützenkönig, in diesen Fällen hat er für adäquate Vertretung zu sorgen) verkauft während des Auftritts am Bühnenrand frische Bratwürste vom Holzkohlegrill an die Hallengäste

because:

fran at cc’s apartment hello somebody write a fic 👁

two girls sitting on the sofa no meters apart cuz they are both gay

AGAIN WITH NO WARNING I ALMOST SPIT MY DRINK ON MY LAPTOP

also the last screenshot WHAT WAS THAT LOOK MS BABCOCK ??!??!?!

the transition in the past two decades from family sitcoms and ‘friends all living together’ sitcoms to workplace comedies signifies a larger shift in how work dominates our lives and leaves no space for traditional family or community raising in this essay i will

i’m gonna make a movie where two normal ladies fall in love. everything’s chill, no age gap, they’re both out of the closet, their families love them, everything’s fine. the catch is that one lady has a cat and the other lady never figured out what the cat’s name was cause the Owner Lesbian ALWAYS uses a dumb nickname and now it’s been three years and they’re getting married and it’s too late to just ask

It’s garnering more and more urgency because the cat’s importance is growing (the cat is going to be the ring bearer, oh no!)

The First Lady asks her fiancé if they should get a fancy collar with the cats name for the wedding and her fiancé throws her arms around her and says “great, would you go do that tomorrow?”

the longer i think about it the more that sounds like a valid conflict to base an entire movie around and the fewer problems i could think of that cant have a solid writing solution available

“Just wanted to confirm the spelling before I gave the order, hun. This shit is costly and I only got one form.”

“Oh, just the normal spelling, no crazy vowels or anything.”

This is so good. Plus it’s not like you can try out likely names and see if the cat responds, like a dog might. It’s a cat. It’s just gonna sit and squint unblinkingly at you regardless, no matter how many names you try.

Plot twist:

It’s not a stupid nickname.

The cat really is “miss kitty.”

Y E S

no no no. the cat doesn’t have a name, the cat owner never decided on one so she just goes with various silly nicknames. but since her fiancée acts like she is aware of the cat’s name, the cat owner assumes the fiancée mistook one of the nicknames for the actual name. but she doesn’t know which! so the cat owner doesn’t know what the supposed cat name is either, and relies on the fiancée revealing it at some point, but it never comes and she’s getting agitated too because she doesn’t want to admit she never named her cat

Hey hey hey in a similar vein to ^^^

What if

Neither if then know the name

Because it’s neither of their cat.

The cat decided to move in about the same time one of the girls did. Both think it’s the other one’s cat. Both are committing these increasingly elaborate shenanigans to figure out the name from the other.

The true wlw miscommunication romcom we deserve