My family still tells the story of the girl I knew in college who didn't know how to cook at all -- someone handed her a block cheese and a grater at a graduation party, and she tried to shove the cheese through the holes.

someone handed her a block cheese and a grater at a graduation party, and she tried to shove the cheese through the holes.

Heh! That's such a good image.

I was taught how to make some basic things in the kitchen fairly early, but I didn't really learn how to cook until I moved to San Francisco where my entire social circle was comprised of excellent cooks who threw dinner parties. So I'd show up early and get put on kitchen prep and drink wine and learn from some very talented chefs.

I'm normally pretty good about putting things away as I move around the apartment. If I'm heading to my room, I grab anything along the way that belongs in my room and vice versa. The last couple of weeks, since I haven't been walking around as much, the clutter is growing and driving me nuts. I've tried to teach the kids to do this, but no luck so far.

Jilli, For you. [link]

Simon Pegg was a goth! victory swoopy dance to "This Corrosion"

My mother wasn't remotely concerned with us learning to cook and is surprised that I enjoy it (my sister eats at home when she can, and since our helper adores her the mostest, she can any time she wants) from time to time. She employed us as grunt labour when she baked (that wasn't a helper job), and that's what I picked up from her.

As for cleaning and laundry, etc? Read the fucking labels and the machines. That's all I did, and have only ruined maybe 3 things in the wash since age 18. That should not be confusing.

Cleaning--I will never satisfy myself, and never satisfy my mother. Ergo cleaning lady.

I liked the snake video, due to the fact that I have absolutely no fear of giant snakes. My snake-fear point is between 1 foot (under which they are cute!) and 4 feet. That is the range of basically all poisonous snakes I will ever encounter, so that is my range of fear. My snake fear is entirely based on a desire to avoid getting bit by something that will poison me.

My spider fear is more visceral. Although I am not scared of them in theory, in practice they heeb my jeebs.

Yea, snakes don't evoke disgust in me, merely a healthy dose of self-preservation instinct if I don't know they're non-venomous. (I used to live on a woods-adjacent property where we got more than our fair share of rattlesnakes and copperheads, and had to kill one of the latter when it trapped my dad in the garage in his wheelchair.)

I don't care how many bugs they eat, if a spider's not a pretty orb-weaver that stays the hell outside, it's vermin that's living on borrowed time around me.

My spider fear is more visceral. Although I am not scared of them in theory, in practice they heeb my jeebs.

I won't post the picture or the link, but there's a story of a man who thought it would be fun to dress the dog--shepherd size--as a, well, size-proportional jillifont. And whenever his wife came home, the dog would always run to her in excitement.

Wife opens the door, dog in costume runs for her. Wife--declined to divorce the idiot after she got over the shock.

Now I want to see that dog with the lion cut again.

I am okay with snakes for some reason - in theory. I do not want to encounter one but I don't think I'd lose my shit if one were nearby and not gonna bite me.

Giant fuckers who can open doors though? Not thrilled.