I feel like all my posts lately has been a bit random, so my bad. I’m in a bit of a rut due to basically driving myself nuts as far as career-strategizing, what I need to do, how to do it, etc.
WORD ON THE STREET is that people make art buddies on twitter, but so far, I have literally had easier times conducting myself in non-english speaking continents than twitter. I don’t get the flail-arms-wildly-at-you option on twitter, I mean that worked on the playground, right
Fun story. I cooked for this dude, once. I did my kitchen apprenticeship at the family-style restaurant of one of New Zealand’s premiere chefs, and he knew Ramsay really well. He was in New Zealand for a few weeks, and Martin brought him by the restaurant to check it out. It was right on the beach, fucking gorgeous. I was the only one there (apprentice = bitch work = 4am starting shifts), and they asked me to whip up some breakfast for them. It was SUPER simple, fried fish, eggs cooked in bread, sausages. He was incredibly gracious and kind, asked me to join them (I couldn’t, too much work to do, so they sat at the kitchen window so they could talk to me), and was super interested in hearing about my english grandma, who had taught me how to cook. I won’t hear a single bad word against this man, for all of his kitchen hysterics, he treated me like an equal.
gordon ramsay fandom
If you’re not in the Gordon Ramsay fandom you’re wrong.
You never know if someone needs this. Reblog this, even if its not your ‘blog type’. Just do it.
Yes, please reblog
Do it. Now.
i sat here and thought about reblogging this or not but then i realized how many peoplefeel suicidal, and i have too its not dan and phil but i could(n’t) honestly care less, bc i rather have someone not die then make sure i strictly stay to my ‘blog type’
So the galaxy is under threat and Spock is MIA, probably dead, and Uhura is trying like hell to raise his signal (she’s about to succeed, because flawless queen) and I just noticed that she’s missing a nail. And I know it’s like Spock’s Band-Aid—an accident that they didn’t think we’d notice because nobody had HD televisions—but I still think it’s just the sweetest narrative touch. Uhura is fabulous and put-together as hell, but when there’s a crisis she’s got better things to worry about. Like saving everyone.