we’re here because we’re not all there

this person’s text messages with their dad sums up my thoughts pretty well

May I present the best apple:

This is why most fruit trees, along with loads of other kinds of ornamental and edible plants, aren't grown from seed. The rootstock (a hardy variety of your tree that may have some bonus qualities like disease resistance) is grafted onto the scion (a cutting of a tree that produces a known cultivar of the fruit you're after). So the apples you buy at the store come from clones of a really good, or at least really reliable and profitable, apple tree.

You can actually get funky fresh with it if you want and graft different trees in the same family together, so you can have an apple where every branch bears a different variety or a fruit salad tree where every branch is a different kind of stone fruit. You can also crossbreed certain fruits to create hybrids!

Jacks from a set of playing cards included in the Japanese cassette pressing of Mark Mothersbaugh's Muzik for Insomniaks (1985).

He was a cook at the restaurant/bar I was a bartender at, and almost punched a costumer once because he overheard him talking about how women belong in the kitchen. Told me he thought women should stay out of kitchens, that cooking is a man's job and when I asked him what he thinks women should be doing, he went quiet for a moment, then proceeded to explain to me the following

"I trust a bitch to run a kitchen as much as she can run a country, they should do shit like plumbing. Or electricity. Something you can just learn to do and don't need to lead, you know?"

We had an openly gay coworker who looked like it (crop tops, dyed hair, make-up) and he was often harassed by the waiters from the football bar next door. The gay dude had the same name as the Guy, who insisted that we would specify the he isn't gay, so they just became "Name" and "Not Gay Name". He was fine with that.

Boss gave us one meal from the menu a day as a job bonus, and we had this very shy seventeen year old working with us who was already nervous around men, but Our Guy was a 6'3 dude who only stopped yelling and cursing when he was not speaking at all. If he was the one cooking that day, he'd peek out of the kitchen an hour before he'd start closing it up, and would shout at you if you haven't ordered your meal yet because he hated cooking once he already cleaned. The waitress was scared shitless of him, and so whenever he would yell at her to "fucking order already", she'd panic and just pick something.

She didn't eat much but the first time she tried to throw out almost the whole plate, he got so personally insulted that he berated her for not picking something she'd like, and demanded to know what he did wrong. He got really upset about apparently not being able to cook something that this kid would like and I'm pretty sure he started putting in extra effort to make sure she would eat it this time? It lead to him quite literally standing over her like a hawk when she ate to "see her reaction" and demand an immediate review to see what he can improve.

My friend thought he was really funny before I explained to them that I'm pretty sure he thought he was being mean (but hey he it wasn't misgendering so yay)

I like how his issue isn't with the "that shit ain't in nature" thing he mentioned, but the idea that being nonbinary is some form of self-deprivation and that they deserve a gender like everyone else.

i remember sky it was blue as ink or at least i think i remember sky