I think taking pictures of *making* food is totally legit. You can be proud of your cooking and want to show it off. Hell even of the final result. Once my wife made pancakes so perfect they looked like they were fake, like plastic models for a pancake commercial (https://imgur.com/gallery/29Wqq5p). I took a picture. But pictures of food you just… bought? Why?
during the first lockdown we were allowed to go outside for 1hr a day within a 1km radius. i started taking pictures of all the graffiti, stickers, scribbles and scratches i could find on walls, benches, posts, pavements…
it absolutely did get me to pay attention to my urban environment in a much closer and granular way.
Food and cooking in general is an artform and there is a certain aesthetic to culinary accomplishments taht can be appreciated. Food can be pretty and taking pride in something you made yourself is valid. That being said snapping pictures of fast food with the hope of becoming insta-famous just feels obnoxious to me. It might be a youth thing I’ve aged out of.
Yeah, a Japanese guitarist I watch on Instagram and Twitter often posts photos of the food she’s made. It’s fun to read the translations of her comments and see how enthusiastic she is about some of it.
No, Ika is co-guitarist for the band Ark Royal, who are from Sapporo.
Their guitarist/vocalist is Illumina, aka Natsumi Tachikawa. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YMFwFknnsmo
Cooking is more of a craft than an art. The difference being that while good art ought never to repeat itself, good craft ought ALWAYS to repeat itself.
ehhh. I like to vary things. Even good food gets boring when it’s always the same. Knowing enough to tweak things up or down to fit a mood is an art as much as a craft.
Great painters master the craft of applying colour to a surface. But the artistry lies in using the medium to evoke feelings in the viewer.
Food is a medium, and preparation is a craft. But there is absolutely artistry to be found in cuisine.
I don’t think sharing food photos is meant by most people as an attempt to get famous or gain clout or anything (though of course there are people trying to become famous food bloggers etc on it). Me and my friends share and sometimes post food that we didn’t make, but it’s usually so we can all commiserate over wanting the food and wanting to eat together (even pre-pandemic, as I was (am) not living near most of my friends anymore). And sometimes you just think “that looks so good everyone should see how good this looks”
For me I’ll take pictures if it’s a restaurant I like and haven’t been to before to recommend to friends or sometimes to remind myself if it’s a place I’m impressesd by. Same reason for why I like friends food pics.
There is string evidence that waiting before eating increases the pleasure of eating
So while it’s not the entire reason why, stopping to take a picture of your food and uploading it actually makes the food taste better (though this same effect could be achieved through other means of delayed gratification)
The only time I can understand it is when restaurants take pictures of their food to put in their menus. Otherwise I don’t really see the point of taking pictures of your food when you could just eat it instead.
I occasionally take a picture of food I’ve prepared myself, if I’m particularly pleased with how it came out (and, honestly, even then, I usually don’t).
Eh, I take pictures of food sometimes – without posting them, just for my own sake – to both remind me of delicious things that I can make when I’m in the “there’s nothing to maaaake” food blahs and to not-so-subtly remind me that I *am* capable of eating better than whatever bag of chips or frozen thing is at hand when my spoons are running out for the day, heh (aka “remember this dish? It’s just rice and sliced veggies, everything is already prepped in the fridge and freezer, you just need to toss the rice in the mic for a minute then plop it all on a plate”).
Not me. Social Media, like Taco Bell, is a trap. Like the pitcher plant, they sing their siren song of new sensations and sweet sustenance, only to leave you stuck in the liquifying detritus of humanity.
what if the naked Sonic character you show on social media isn’t an actual Sonic character, she’s your OC who’s Espio the Chameleon’s daughter? and also she’s, like, sixteen, but you say it’s okay to draw her naked because the age of consent in her society that you made up is even lower? and also you’re a professionally-published comic book writer who used to do Sonic comics, and you’re sad to this day about never getting to do that one story idea where a fifteen-year old loses her virginity to some guy in his twenties?
this has been your unsolicited sonic fact of the month
This is the character that Penders is writing for autism inclusivity, which he knows Sonic fans are all about since autistic people “like bright colours and fast action” and that’s why they like Sonic so much.
I like Sonic and I’m autistic, but I think that’s more to do with the fact that Sonic the Hedgehog 2 was the first video game I played when I was a kid. I’m kinda glad I mostly stuck to the old Sonic games and never got into the comics and other weird stuff. The Sonic fanart I’ve seen is bizarre enough.
On the other hand, we have to accept that big, sweeping labels like this were created by and are ultimately controlled by neurotypicals and are inevitably a VERY distorted lense to attempt to understand us from, and an ESPECIALLY distorted lense to try to develop a CHARACTER from.
I’ve known about Instagram for the better part of 10 years, but never used it. Even had a point where I wondered to myself, “Where can I post nothing but landscape pictures, people can like it, and they can share their own landscapes—oh, Instagram. Nevermind, that sounds like doom”
From memory, to “weird” something originally meant to foretell/control its fate or destiny; a person described as “weird” (e.g. the Norns from Norse mythology, or Shakespeare’s “Weird Sisters”) would be someone who weirded. 😛
person: you’re weird
me, from now on: thanks, but you’re mistaken. the constraints of physics, biology and social constructs are the real weirds. i personally don’t weird anyone very much at all.
person: …ok then
me: arguably, i don’t weird myself really, if we consider that my subconscious…
person: *is running away*
Well, she’ll probably be leaving at some point. Very uncommon to stay at Indiana University forever, and those who do are outliers that should not be counted.
Later, in Georg’s on-campus cave
“Hi Georg, you said you wanted to talk to me?”
Georg, grabbing spiders by the handful and stuffing them into his mouth: “one minute, killing spiders”
Oh boy, I liked things better when Joyce was going to sleep. This is going to be another situation that Joyce is going to (stumblingly) figure out. On the bright side more Liz means more Sarah too.
I’d trade all 3 of them for Sal and Danny but you can’t win every time.
Eh, I’m all out of clever puns for now, not gonna post it anymore unless there’s a strip that involves Joyce, and if that only the ones where she deserves it.
Out of curiosity, does the game have an ending other than the one you get by eating the wrong food? I’m currently well past 1000 points by now and have lit up all the little lights in the bottom right corner, but no sign yet of the game ending. 😛
Yeah funny thing, I never intended the score to go higher than 999, and just now added the cap to the game 😅, so now in addition to being King Daniel, you now have the honor of being King of Joyce’s Nightmare! 👑
Joyce is one of those food instagramers. I’ve never been more disappointed in her than I am now knowing this. Come to think of it I’m pretty sure she also has a Youtube devoted to food reviews or maybe that’s also just her instagram?
I guess Dumbing of Age is subtly one of those stories that gets you to route for the villain by making them the protagonist. Just like Breaking Bad. Where is Willis’s Emmy? Where?!
Pah! That might work for your measly nonfictional villain, but serious villains have their lairs deep underground or in outer space or in otherwise mysteriously un-GPS-able locations!!!
Explosion! And it’s empowering-
Making Joyce upvote food she was devourin’
Showing up with pride where you reside
Making you ask “Where the hell’s your RIDE?!”
See, now I’m wondering if Liz ever even actually went to Ball State. Like, was she ever enrolled, or did she couch-surf or the equivalent for her first semester and her friends (or alleged friends) cut her off?
There was this couple from my high school (now married, still going strong) who I thought both went to my college (which would have been completely normal, it was a big in-state school) because I’d see both of them in one of my lecture hall classes. Then I learned that one actually went to the other big state school, and apparently just sometimes sat in on the class when coming to visit.
I decided I’d try crashing a class as well, but never ended up actually doing it because all the things that sounded actually interesting to me had smaller class sizes where I’d be noticed.
Closest I ever got to that was sitting in on a couple of my girlfriend’s music classes. The teacher tried to ask me some questions about last week’s thing and I was like “Oh, I’m not a student, I dunno.” and then spent the rest of the class period renaming her Pokemon.
When I sat in on classes I wasn’t taking, I just let the professor know. It’s no extra work for them and they get paid the same either way. If you occasionally ask pertinent questions, it’s actually helpful.
I think she went mainly because she and Sarah have parents and I’m pretty sure Liz is still a minor or just barely legal so I’d think her moms would keep tabs on her and not just let her disappear for the extended periods of time needed to fake attending a university.
No, in my weird mental landscape, she lied about being accepted to Ball and like packed up and went out the door all ‘yay scholarships LIKE SARAH and that’s why you’re not paying anything’ and then after a bus ride got down to the business of semi-successful fakery.
I know it’s not what actually happened. But man, I kind of don’t trust Liz to have said anything true at any point.
After my first year, my parents sold the house and spent the next 3 years sailing on a small boat – first the Caribbean and then across to the Med. They kept paying for school (this was long enough ago that was still possible) and would fly me out to join them for Christmas and the summer, so I couldn’t really complain.
i notice you don’t talk very much about yourself. i have to assume this is deliberate, as it’s obvious enough from the rest of us that no one around here feels any compunction about oversharing, but i’ll say it just the same: i’m interested. i enjoy your presence and contributions on this forum and to the extent that you ever get to know anyone in a public online space, i like you, i think you’re pretty awesome probably, and i appreciate learning stuff about you as a person. so, you know, thank you =)
I’m kind of assuming she burnt out after one term (or maybe before one term, but remained in residence, barely attending class) and didn’t register for spring term classes
I was thinking I’d make some unfunny joke, but instead I’ll focus on a minor detail that stood out to me for whatever reason: Joyce describes the Taco Bell nearby as “my OWN Taco Bell.”
On the one hand, it’s kind of sweet how Joyce thinks of Bloomington as her home now, but it’s “sweet” in the way that the media turns peoples’ suffering into an “inspirational” news story. It drives home how thoroughly broken her trust and sense of belonging in the community that raised her has become in such a short time, that it isn’t “home” to her any more. She hasn’t just lost it, she never really had it at all.
That’s an interesting take, but it seem a bit…stretched for me. In that yes, that’s accurate to Joyce, but I referred to being at college as being “home” in the first semester, and I didn’t have anything traumatic back home and actually didn’t have that great of a college experience. So, like, yes to your last sentence, but I don’t know about the overall connection to her line here.
Alternately, she’s a college kid who’s adjusted to living in a new place. When I got home for my first fall break, I went over to my best friend’s house and spent the night there. The first thought I had on waking up was “ok, which way back to my dorm?” I hadn’t fallen out with anyone by that point, but I was already used to thinking of my dorm as “home.”
I think you’re reading a bit too much into the “my own Taco Bell”. It’s just that Liz was at the one around there that Joyce goes to all the time rather than some other Taco Bell back in Muncie.
I can’t stand it when someone’s more concerned about taking and uploading pictures of their food than actually eating the meal. Fancy cakes I can understand because they’re supposed to be looked at, but just their individual plate? Come on, you’re not a food critic, they’re not going to the restaurant’s reviews, and they’re just stuffed shells, Bethany.
Paying a premium for “fancy” plating is equally annoying. If I’m paying $14 for a damn brownie it had better be at least the size of Montana, not just some Little Debbie thing surrounded by lines of chocolate and caramel icing on an otherwise empty dinner plate.
That “fancy” plating shit seriously brings my blood to a boil, for exactly the reason you mentioned. A massive fucking plate that barely fits on the table, with half a Cosmic Brownie right in the center and five ounces of Hershey’s syrup diddled everywhere except the fucking brownie, are you kidding me? Ooh, I put a tiny leaf on top of this sliver of overcooked fish that an ant could eat and still starve, pay me $25 and a tip, please uwu~ I get it, they need to swindle the barely-functional rich folks who don’t understand what food is, gotta make a living somehow, but come on.
Speaking as someone who really wants to cook for a living but finds “fine dining” to be gatekeeping at best and classism at worst, I really really really fucking hate capitalism and fancy plating.
Unless you want to rub shoulders with 21st century bourgeoisie, good luck getting any restaurant to pay you more than $15/hr if you want a regular (and by that I just mean working the same hours every day every week, much less a 9-5) schedule, or without having to work 3 stations built for 3 people else you get “But this is what it means to work in the restaurant industry, you have to multitask!”
I am fortunate to be able to eat at some fine dining restaurants occasionally. I will say that done well, the experience can be sublime, with the art of the presentation beautiful, and the flavor combinations amazing. It can be truly worth the splurge. A multi course meal, while the individual courses may look small, I’ve more than once rolled myself out of the restaurant.
I’ve also eaten at a couple of celebrity chef restaurants and thought “I paid how much for this?”
When one of the fine dining establishments ticks you off you can always go to a fast food place, take unflattering pictures of the food there and post it, ascribing it to the guilty establishment. You can always create your own ads for the Restaurant in question and suggest that your viewers repost. https://www.postermywall.com/index.php/posters/search?s=fast%20food%20social%20media%20post
Your walking a fine line with libel, but if they are outrageous enough to be obvious humor, you should be fine. (I am not a lawyer.) (But Mike would approve.)
Food service is deliberately designed to be as soul-draining as possible on the people working in it. Skeleton crews are seen as the norm, it barely pays, nobody gets any hours except the laziest jerks (who sucked up to the manager), you’re expected to be 100% perfect and when a customer inevitably has a complete meltdown over some minor issue you’re expected to be their fucking therapist for however long they want. But yeah, as long as my enormous platter has a morsel of pastry in the center and 40 fluid ounces of sauce splattered all over it at random, it’s all worth it at the end.
I find people photographing their plates particularly annoying when I cooked the food, and doubling annoying when they command everyone else to hold off eating or serving out until they take their dumb photo. Like, I made it to be eaten, not to be photographed; don’t be so bloody bossy; and finally, if it’s all that, how about you compliment me rather than posting a stupid photo to FaceBook?
I would argue that thinking the food that you created was good enough that they wanted to share and preserve the memory of it is a compliment itself. I do agree that telling other people not to eat yet is a little rude, but as long as they’re quick about it I think people can wait a couple seconds before digging in (presuming they’re taking a photo of the whole, and not their own plate, in which case they can take a picture of their own plate and let people eat on their own time).
Agemegos, wait until they get your food modeling bill and licensing agreement.
Unless your cooking was done for hire, once your food sculpture is expressed in a concrete tangible medium, it’s born copyrighted. You can even register representative records (such as photos) with the Library of Congress to give you more rights to control the use of photos of your food. This is similar to the way some individuals have copyrighted scenic barns etc.
I am not a lawyer, nor do I play one on TV, but I do know an actual lawyer or two that will write a junk letter for a modest fee.
Okay, but that’s not even a point you brought up before. Like, yes, in that specific circumstance, I can see it being mildly annoying, but mostly it seems like something people enjoy being condescending about for no real reason.
hey now. people get irrationally irked about other people’s behaviour all the time. (i appreciate that no one’s taken me to task on my habitual lack of capitalization for instance, even though i’m sure someone out there finds it physically distressing.) we’re all somebody else’s bugbear. maybe it’s not a big deal, yk?
If we’re calling out a lack of capitals, we gotta call out every non-standard typographical quirk. Like excessive hyphens and using the letter S for verbs like “capitalise”.
I don’t know why you capitalized it, but this is true. Bells made out of tacos wouldn’t work very well at all. They’d be a lot messier than standard bells too. In other words, its good they don’t exist because taco bells would be a mistake.
I was really depressed in college, because I was really homesick and lonely (especially since my boyfriend did not go to the same college as me).
I had the good fortune of the cafeteria regularly serving really lovely food, and eating it was often the only bright side in my day.
I took a photograph of most of my meals and shared them with my boyfriend, it cheered me up a little.
I never posted them on social media, though.
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who instas Taco Bell?
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who instas ¬_¬
Liz, apparently
Lizstagram
I’ve never understood why people take pictures of their food to begin with.
“Food is for eating, places are for being. End of discussion.” Ron Swanson
I have a lot of negative opinions about it, and some positive ones because I’ve seen some really nice food porn.
It’s weird.
Did you know that the current earliest known cave painting depicts a pig hunt?
Same deal, we haven’t changed. “’bout to eat a great meal, gotta document this for the ages.”
I think taking pictures of *making* food is totally legit. You can be proud of your cooking and want to show it off. Hell even of the final result. Once my wife made pancakes so perfect they looked like they were fake, like plastic models for a pancake commercial (https://imgur.com/gallery/29Wqq5p). I took a picture. But pictures of food you just… bought? Why?
These are scary.
Were they…good?
They were.
For me? “I managed to overcome my disorder and eat something today!” is worth celebrating in photo form.
Because taking pictures is part of how people enjoy things. https://xkcd.com/1314/
Some people at least. It’s weird to me, because I don’t have any of that instinct at all, but I get that some people really do want photos.
nice comic.
during the first lockdown we were allowed to go outside for 1hr a day within a 1km radius. i started taking pictures of all the graffiti, stickers, scribbles and scratches i could find on walls, benches, posts, pavements…
it absolutely did get me to pay attention to my urban environment in a much closer and granular way.
Food and cooking in general is an artform and there is a certain aesthetic to culinary accomplishments taht can be appreciated. Food can be pretty and taking pride in something you made yourself is valid. That being said snapping pictures of fast food with the hope of becoming insta-famous just feels obnoxious to me. It might be a youth thing I’ve aged out of.
Yeah, a Japanese guitarist I watch on Instagram and Twitter often posts photos of the food she’s made. It’s fun to read the translations of her comments and see how enthusiastic she is about some of it.
Shonen Knife?
No, Ika is co-guitarist for the band Ark Royal, who are from Sapporo.
Their guitarist/vocalist is Illumina, aka Natsumi Tachikawa.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YMFwFknnsmo
Cooking is more of a craft than an art. The difference being that while good art ought never to repeat itself, good craft ought ALWAYS to repeat itself.
Cooking can absolutely be both.
Clearly you’ve never had my cooking.
I’ve never been invited.
ehhh. I like to vary things. Even good food gets boring when it’s always the same. Knowing enough to tweak things up or down to fit a mood is an art as much as a craft.
Great painters master the craft of applying colour to a surface. But the artistry lies in using the medium to evoke feelings in the viewer.
Food is a medium, and preparation is a craft. But there is absolutely artistry to be found in cuisine.
I’m not a line cook. I don’t cook from recipes, and I don’t try to make repeatable meals. That would be boring.
I don’t think sharing food photos is meant by most people as an attempt to get famous or gain clout or anything (though of course there are people trying to become famous food bloggers etc on it). Me and my friends share and sometimes post food that we didn’t make, but it’s usually so we can all commiserate over wanting the food and wanting to eat together (even pre-pandemic, as I was (am) not living near most of my friends anymore). And sometimes you just think “that looks so good everyone should see how good this looks”
Clearly, the point of posting pictures of food from restaurants is to say “I’m about to eat this and you aren’t.”
for an utterly baffling example of how whacky the intersection of social media and food can get, see this hilarious video by Big Joel about a series of tweets by Paul Joseph Watson.
For me I’ll take pictures if it’s a restaurant I like and haven’t been to before to recommend to friends or sometimes to remind myself if it’s a place I’m impressesd by. Same reason for why I like friends food pics.
People put effort into plating. A lot of food is designed to be pretty, so take a picture
There is string evidence that waiting before eating increases the pleasure of eating
So while it’s not the entire reason why, stopping to take a picture of your food and uploading it actually makes the food taste better (though this same effect could be achieved through other means of delayed gratification)
So my inability to get the meal ready on time is actually me delaying gratification so the food will taste better? I’ll take that excuse.
Sounds legit.
The only time I can understand it is when restaurants take pictures of their food to put in their menus. Otherwise I don’t really see the point of taking pictures of your food when you could just eat it instead.
What? And bypass the opportunity to make your friends hungry?
I occasionally tweet pics of food that I made, but that’s because I’m proud of it and want to show it off.
I occasionally take a picture of food I’ve prepared myself, if I’m particularly pleased with how it came out (and, honestly, even then, I usually don’t).
bc sometimes you have to see it to believe it
Eh, I take pictures of food sometimes – without posting them, just for my own sake – to both remind me of delicious things that I can make when I’m in the “there’s nothing to maaaake” food blahs and to not-so-subtly remind me that I *am* capable of eating better than whatever bag of chips or frozen thing is at hand when my spoons are running out for the day, heh (aka “remember this dish? It’s just rice and sliced veggies, everything is already prepped in the fridge and freezer, you just need to toss the rice in the mic for a minute then plop it all on a plate”).
Not me. Social Media, like Taco Bell, is a trap. Like the pitcher plant, they sing their siren song of new sensations and sweet sustenance, only to leave you stuck in the liquifying detritus of humanity.
Same here bruh.
If I eventually made a social media account, I’d never post anything to it but my games, mostly ’cause otherwise their censorbots can suck my octogon.
But Taco Bell? Fucking sweet, savory goodness of the gods!!!! 😋😋😋
I don’t think you’re allowed to show your octogon on social media.
You can show whatever you want if you’ve got a naked Sonic character next to it.
Okay, but, hear me out:
what if the naked Sonic character you show on social media isn’t an actual Sonic character, she’s your OC who’s Espio the Chameleon’s daughter? and also she’s, like, sixteen, but you say it’s okay to draw her naked because the age of consent in her society
that you made upis even lower? and also you’re a professionally-published comic book writer who used to do Sonic comics, and you’re sad to this day about never getting to do that one story idea where a fifteen-year old loses her virginity to some guy in his twenties?this has been your unsolicited sonic fact of the month
Is it a symptom of something that I automatically know/assume you’re talking about Ken Penders? Diagnose me, y’all.
That dude’s got a lot to answer for.
I diagnose you with Very Online. It’s fatal.
FUCK
That too can be fatal if you have a weak heart.
I would have said that 15 in chameleon years was probably old age, but what do I know.
No, no, it’s even better.
This is the character that Penders is writing for autism inclusivity, which he knows Sonic fans are all about since autistic people “like bright colours and fast action” and that’s why they like Sonic so much.
My ex wanted me to get a Sonic tattoo, and every year something new comes along to make me happy I didn’t do it.
Like having been broken up with them for one more year than last year?
Sonic comics seem kind of insane
I like Sonic and I’m autistic, but I think that’s more to do with the fact that Sonic the Hedgehog 2 was the first video game I played when I was a kid. I’m kinda glad I mostly stuck to the old Sonic games and never got into the comics and other weird stuff. The Sonic fanart I’ve seen is bizarre enough.
Like we needed another reason to hate Penders 😤
On the other hand, we have to accept that big, sweeping labels like this were created by and are ultimately controlled by neurotypicals and are inevitably a VERY distorted lense to attempt to understand us from, and an ESPECIALLY distorted lense to try to develop a CHARACTER from.
I’ve known about Instagram for the better part of 10 years, but never used it. Even had a point where I wondered to myself, “Where can I post nothing but landscape pictures, people can like it, and they can share their own landscapes—oh, Instagram. Nevermind, that sounds like doom”
Wait, why can’t I see my Gravatar? It’s just text of my username rn
Your device is hainted.
Who uses insta as a verb!
verbing weirds language.
Weird was a verb before it was a noun!
Smartass answer: take it up with Bill Waterson
Nerd answer: ooh really?? tell me more 👁👄👁
From memory, to “weird” something originally meant to foretell/control its fate or destiny; a person described as “weird” (e.g. the Norns from Norse mythology, or Shakespeare’s “Weird Sisters”) would be someone who weirded. 😛
And who better to control our fate and destiny than a King.
Teach us your weirding ways.
person: you’re weird
me, from now on: thanks, but you’re mistaken. the constraints of physics, biology and social constructs are the real weirds. i personally don’t weird anyone very much at all.
person: …ok then
me: arguably, i don’t weird myself really, if we consider that my subconscious…
person: *is running away*
Who even knows what insta means?
(Not me.)
I prefer using updog.
What’s updog?
^^^ best comment ever
close down the internet
Somebody has to play the straight man.
Top 10 anime betrayals.
You left out the link.
Goes off to google “Top 10 inevitable anime betrayals.”
Liz is never leaving either.
Well, she’ll probably be leaving at some point. Very uncommon to stay at Indiana University forever, and those who do are outliers that should not be counted.
Indiana University Georg would like a word with you.
Later, in Georg’s on-campus cave
“Hi Georg, you said you wanted to talk to me?”
Georg, grabbing spiders by the handful and stuffing them into his mouth: “one minute, killing spiders”
Curse your sudden but inevitable betrayal!
Oh boy, I liked things better when Joyce was going to sleep. This is going to be another situation that Joyce is going to (stumblingly) figure out. On the bright side more Liz means more Sarah too.
I’d trade all 3 of them for Sal and Danny but you can’t win every time.
Eh, I can see why you’d fall for that — Taco Bell ALWAYS looks good! 😋
Wanna see Joyce kill and eat out animals and tacos in her dreams?
Play Joyce’s Nightmare on your mobile phone and let the munchies commence!!! 🤪
https://www.newgrounds.com/portal/view/830313
Eh, I’m all out of clever puns for now, not gonna post it anymore unless there’s a strip that involves Joyce, and if that only the ones where she deserves it.
Also, please share this with your friends and upvote it on Newgrounds!
It’s just 18 votes away from getting to the main portal!!!!
Alright that’s it for now, I promise.
Out of curiosity, does the game have an ending other than the one you get by eating the wrong food? I’m currently well past 1000 points by now and have lit up all the little lights in the bottom right corner, but no sign yet of the game ending. 😛
HOLY SHIT YOU GOT SKILL BRUH!
Anyway, there’s no ending, and thanks for the tip!
Thanks. 😛 Decided to finally cap off my game at 2040 points in light of that, fittingly ending with the Head Alien. XD
Yeah funny thing, I never intended the score to go higher than 999, and just now added the cap to the game 😅, so now in addition to being King Daniel, you now have the honor of being King of Joyce’s Nightmare! 👑
You’ll get your ending when you fix this damn door!
Sorry, do you have a parasite? Oh wait that’s me ha ha ha 😈
I turn myself an abomination
Wait, gravatar not worked well. Let’s see this time.
Oh snap Amos has become one of THEM
Nobody eat Amos now
Joyce is one of those food instagramers. I’ve never been more disappointed in her than I am now knowing this. Come to think of it I’m pretty sure she also has a Youtube devoted to food reviews or maybe that’s also just her instagram?
I believe in Patreon strips it’s been revealed that she has a YouTube review channel of some kind, from memory.
I think she does ProZD-style “let’s review every type of [x]” videos
If her Julia Grey saga was told ProZD “King Dragon” style, that would be amazing.
I just imagine her reviews as being like Leonard’s from Community.
Link’s busted, doesn’t go anywhere.
To be fair, everyone should just immediately know what I’m talking about. But here’s the link without me trying to be fancy: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JS9zBaBmZxc
I don’t know who Leonard is, or which of the many communities out there he might be a part of. So the link is helpful.
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I guess Dumbing of Age is subtly one of those stories that gets you to route for the villain by making them the protagonist. Just like Breaking Bad. Where is Willis’s Emmy? Where?!
Here’s how I would route for a villain:
1) Teach them how to use GPS
2) Kick back and enjoy the perks of being on the villain’s payroll without having to actually do anything anymore!
Pah! That might work for your measly nonfictional villain, but serious villains have their lairs deep underground or in outer space or in otherwise mysteriously un-GPS-able locations!!!
Ah, but their evil plans cannot be solely enacted within the confines of their villainous lair, can they?
Depends what kind of villains we’re talking about. Evil hackers are especially convenient that way. Mind you those probably know about GPS already.
Yeah, but I assume those villains wouldn’t be the ones hiring people to route for them.
The Bellman–Ford algorithm should take care of most dynamic routing needs.
You mock me, but with puns… is this love?
We already had a Willis comic where the true villain was the protagonist, it was called Roomies!
Danning it up doesn’t rise to actual villainy though.
No, no, they’ve got a point.
Joyce has never slept for two weeks
That would be too much sleeping
Dina woke up from sleeping and went to sleep in her “Walking With Dina” arc, https://www.dumbingofage.com/2015/comic/book-5/04-walking-with-dina/walkingwithdina/
And going to bed, https://www.dumbingofage.com/2015/comic/book-5/04-walking-with-dina/noddin/
I mean, she left the dorm building. She is back from that.
“And I’m not wearing pants!”
Oh, is that where Liz’s eyeline is going?
Wouldn’t yours?
LOL
Don’t call it a comeback
She’s been here for hours
Using her powers
To make Sarah real sour
Making the comments rain down like a monsoon
Listen to the fan theories go boom
Explosion! And it’s empowering-
Making Joyce upvote food she was devourin’
Showing up with pride where you reside
Making you ask “Where the hell’s your RIDE?!”
See, now I’m wondering if Liz ever even actually went to Ball State. Like, was she ever enrolled, or did she couch-surf or the equivalent for her first semester and her friends (or alleged friends) cut her off?
I feel like it’s easier to fake “I am still in college” than “I am now, newly, in college.” Especially when you live on campus.
I’d have to double-check this one, but I’m pretty sure Ke$ha basically got a free college education just by pretending she was enrolled.
There was this couple from my high school (now married, still going strong) who I thought both went to my college (which would have been completely normal, it was a big in-state school) because I’d see both of them in one of my lecture hall classes. Then I learned that one actually went to the other big state school, and apparently just sometimes sat in on the class when coming to visit.
I decided I’d try crashing a class as well, but never ended up actually doing it because all the things that sounded actually interesting to me had smaller class sizes where I’d be noticed.
Closest I ever got to that was sitting in on a couple of my girlfriend’s music classes. The teacher tried to ask me some questions about last week’s thing and I was like “Oh, I’m not a student, I dunno.” and then spent the rest of the class period renaming her Pokemon.
Pokemon Go?
When I sat in on classes I wasn’t taking, I just let the professor know. It’s no extra work for them and they get paid the same either way. If you occasionally ask pertinent questions, it’s actually helpful.
I think she went mainly because she and Sarah have parents and I’m pretty sure Liz is still a minor or just barely legal so I’d think her moms would keep tabs on her and not just let her disappear for the extended periods of time needed to fake attending a university.
No, in my weird mental landscape, she lied about being accepted to Ball and like packed up and went out the door all ‘yay scholarships LIKE SARAH and that’s why you’re not paying anything’ and then after a bus ride got down to the business of semi-successful fakery.
I know it’s not what actually happened. But man, I kind of don’t trust Liz to have said anything true at any point.
Sarah herself said Liz is 18. So sure barely legal- about as barely legal as the rest of the cast, but not a minor
Parents do generally keep tabs on their college age kids though – I mean, not mine. Mine left the country, but normal parents.
If nothing else, they’re often footing some of the cost or at least signing off on the loan paperwork.
story time! if you so choose to decide to agree to do. storyyy tiiiiiime
Not much to tell. Or way too much. Either way.
After my first year, my parents sold the house and spent the next 3 years sailing on a small boat – first the Caribbean and then across to the Med. They kept paying for school (this was long enough ago that was still possible) and would fly me out to join them for Christmas and the summer, so I couldn’t really complain.
i notice you don’t talk very much about yourself. i have to assume this is deliberate, as it’s obvious enough from the rest of us that no one around here feels any compunction about oversharing, but i’ll say it just the same: i’m interested. i enjoy your presence and contributions on this forum and to the extent that you ever get to know anyone in a public online space, i like you, i think you’re pretty awesome probably, and i appreciate learning stuff about you as a person. so, you know, thank you =)
I’m kind of assuming she burnt out after one term (or maybe before one term, but remained in residence, barely attending class) and didn’t register for spring term classes
It’s most like, but I cannot stop my weird brain.
“Next you’ll be telling me she hasn’t completely rejected her religious thinking and still had hangups about a fully secular life!”
I think that may actually be a better revelation for Joyce than “Liz almost slept with Joe.”
That’s gonna be rad because Joyce and Liz are going to compare all the awesome sex they’ve definitely for real had with Joe.
“We did Reverse Cowgirl, and I remembered to bring the hat!”
“We 69’d so hard we reached 70!”
Poor Liz. Makes me wonder what her situation is. Guessing she’s going to have to come clean.
Joyce can get her an extra pair of shower shoes from Carla.
I was thinking I’d make some unfunny joke, but instead I’ll focus on a minor detail that stood out to me for whatever reason: Joyce describes the Taco Bell nearby as “my OWN Taco Bell.”
On the one hand, it’s kind of sweet how Joyce thinks of Bloomington as her home now, but it’s “sweet” in the way that the media turns peoples’ suffering into an “inspirational” news story. It drives home how thoroughly broken her trust and sense of belonging in the community that raised her has become in such a short time, that it isn’t “home” to her any more. She hasn’t just lost it, she never really had it at all.
That’s an interesting take, but it seem a bit…stretched for me. In that yes, that’s accurate to Joyce, but I referred to being at college as being “home” in the first semester, and I didn’t have anything traumatic back home and actually didn’t have that great of a college experience. So, like, yes to your last sentence, but I don’t know about the overall connection to her line here.
Alternately, she’s a college kid who’s adjusted to living in a new place. When I got home for my first fall break, I went over to my best friend’s house and spent the night there. The first thought I had on waking up was “ok, which way back to my dorm?” I hadn’t fallen out with anyone by that point, but I was already used to thinking of my dorm as “home.”
No, she is secretly an investor who actually owns that Taco Bell.
Walky has thoroughly corrupted her and normalized Taco Bell.
This is the true destruction of Joyce’s morals.
I think you’re reading a bit too much into the “my own Taco Bell”. It’s just that Liz was at the one around there that Joyce goes to all the time rather than some other Taco Bell back in Muncie.
That said, she has said “This is home” before.
Am I the only one who read it as she likes instas of her own food she ordered?
Before or after she picks stuff off?
I’ve never understood people who keep referring to their parents’ place as “Home” even when they haven’t lived there for years or even decades/i>.
Home is where you live.
As someone who has an Instagram account and only uses it to “like” art from my favorite webcomic artists, what does Joyce’s line actually mean?
Some people will post their meals on social media, though it’s typically not fast food when they do it
I can’t stand it when someone’s more concerned about taking and uploading pictures of their food than actually eating the meal. Fancy cakes I can understand because they’re supposed to be looked at, but just their individual plate? Come on, you’re not a food critic, they’re not going to the restaurant’s reviews, and they’re just stuffed shells, Bethany.
Paying a premium for “fancy” plating is equally annoying. If I’m paying $14 for a damn brownie it had better be at least the size of Montana, not just some Little Debbie thing surrounded by lines of chocolate and caramel icing on an otherwise empty dinner plate.
That “fancy” plating shit seriously brings my blood to a boil, for exactly the reason you mentioned. A massive fucking plate that barely fits on the table, with half a Cosmic Brownie right in the center and five ounces of Hershey’s syrup diddled everywhere except the fucking brownie, are you kidding me? Ooh, I put a tiny leaf on top of this sliver of overcooked fish that an ant could eat and still starve, pay me $25 and a tip, please uwu~ I get it, they need to swindle the barely-functional rich folks who don’t understand what food is, gotta make a living somehow, but come on.
Speaking as someone who really wants to cook for a living but finds “fine dining” to be gatekeeping at best and classism at worst, I really really really fucking hate capitalism and fancy plating.
Unless you want to rub shoulders with 21st century bourgeoisie, good luck getting any restaurant to pay you more than $15/hr if you want a regular (and by that I just mean working the same hours every day every week, much less a 9-5) schedule, or without having to work 3 stations built for 3 people else you get “But this is what it means to work in the restaurant industry, you have to multitask!”
I am fortunate to be able to eat at some fine dining restaurants occasionally. I will say that done well, the experience can be sublime, with the art of the presentation beautiful, and the flavor combinations amazing. It can be truly worth the splurge. A multi course meal, while the individual courses may look small, I’ve more than once rolled myself out of the restaurant.
I’ve also eaten at a couple of celebrity chef restaurants and thought “I paid how much for this?”
When one of the fine dining establishments ticks you off you can always go to a fast food place, take unflattering pictures of the food there and post it, ascribing it to the guilty establishment. You can always create your own ads for the Restaurant in question and suggest that your viewers repost. https://www.postermywall.com/index.php/posters/search?s=fast%20food%20social%20media%20post
Your walking a fine line with libel, but if they are outrageous enough to be obvious humor, you should be fine. (I am not a lawyer.) (But Mike would approve.)
Tell me about it bruh! UBI FTW!
Food service is deliberately designed to be as soul-draining as possible on the people working in it. Skeleton crews are seen as the norm, it barely pays, nobody gets any hours except the laziest jerks (who sucked up to the manager), you’re expected to be 100% perfect and when a customer inevitably has a complete meltdown over some minor issue you’re expected to be their fucking therapist for however long they want. But yeah, as long as my enormous platter has a morsel of pastry in the center and 40 fluid ounces of sauce splattered all over it at random, it’s all worth it at the end.
I find people photographing their plates particularly annoying when I cooked the food, and doubling annoying when they command everyone else to hold off eating or serving out until they take their dumb photo. Like, I made it to be eaten, not to be photographed; don’t be so bloody bossy; and finally, if it’s all that, how about you compliment me rather than posting a stupid photo to FaceBook?
It’s because they want the social media complements. If they were interested in giving compliments, they wouldn’t have to upload a photo.
I would argue that thinking the food that you created was good enough that they wanted to share and preserve the memory of it is a compliment itself. I do agree that telling other people not to eat yet is a little rude, but as long as they’re quick about it I think people can wait a couple seconds before digging in (presuming they’re taking a photo of the whole, and not their own plate, in which case they can take a picture of their own plate and let people eat on their own time).
Agemegos, wait until they get your food modeling bill and licensing agreement.
Unless your cooking was done for hire, once your food sculpture is expressed in a concrete tangible medium, it’s born copyrighted. You can even register representative records (such as photos) with the Library of Congress to give you more rights to control the use of photos of your food. This is similar to the way some individuals have copyrighted scenic barns etc.
I am not a lawyer, nor do I play one on TV, but I do know an actual lawyer or two that will write a junk letter for a modest fee.
I can’t stand when people complain about food pics. They’re just pretty or tasty looking good, who cares
I agree. I don’t generally take/post pictures of food, but if someone gets excited about it and wants to share their experience, cool.
That’s fine. Just don’t hold up the rest of us while you’re busy playing with your food, please.
Okay, but that’s not even a point you brought up before. Like, yes, in that specific circumstance, I can see it being mildly annoying, but mostly it seems like something people enjoy being condescending about for no real reason.
How is it holding anybody up? Are people being forcibly stopped from just rolling their eyes and eating their own food?
hey now. people get irrationally irked about other people’s behaviour all the time. (i appreciate that no one’s taken me to task on my habitual lack of capitalization for instance, even though i’m sure someone out there finds it physically distressing.) we’re all somebody else’s bugbear. maybe it’s not a big deal, yk?
There are ways to hold things up without the use of force, don’t be obtuse.
Hey, I just think we’re all lucky I’m far too lazy to repost everything milu types with the Caps included.
If we’re calling out a lack of capitals, we gotta call out every non-standard typographical quirk. Like excessive hyphens and using the letter S for verbs like “capitalise”.
excessive hyphens? is that a thing
oh as in “non, hyphen, standard” gotcha.
ehehe well doed your funny
my brain iz fried bleh. gnight
Mi Taco Bell es tu Taco Bell.
Ahhh, Joyce, you’re learning well as Walky’s Padawan.
I Wonder if Becky gonna be jelous because it seems we have another homeless/dropout/outcast/family reject person besides no religion
Becky: you really are trying to replace me!
I hope not. That could be quiet annoying.
100% inevitable.
Invasion of the Role Snatchers.
She can’t be a parasite! That’s my job!
…oh wait a minute, that means I’m actually doing my job!
👾 😈 👾
You know what I wanna know? Why do the strips tagged with taco bell NOT include the ones with the actual restaurant in scene?
There are no actual Taco Bells. It’s an Urban myth that became a hoax that got out of hand.
If that’s the case, I’m suddenly very concerned about where all those chalupas came from.
Fun fact: “chalupa” is Portuguese slang for “slightly insane”. Make of that what you will.
Oh gods, they’re onto me
I don’t know why you capitalized it, but this is true. Bells made out of tacos wouldn’t work very well at all. They’d be a lot messier than standard bells too. In other words, its good they don’t exist because taco bells would be a mistake.
Liz needs to sleep, a lot!
seeing she could afford taco bell and other restaurant every day, she probably had enough money to rent an hotel room or something (?)
It took my old ass brain a minute to figure out what Joyce meant.
Hasn’t Joyce a headache? How could her stand up so fast?
Eh, I think it’s overridden by the fact that she’s so damn excited to see Liz again.
Sometimes adrenaline cures headaches.
honestly, I look forward to these two having real conversations without as much posturing.
don’t get your hopes up
Liz seems like she’s a bit allergic to real conversations.
Liz: Can I become a Foodstagrammer instead of going to college…?
Panel 2 Liz is extremely Cute, I want to give her a hug
NO lie, I’d have the same reaction as Joyce, just weird.
I wonder if Joyce remembered pants before she went out into the hallway
This is not a time for pants!
(there is never a time for pants)
I disagree, catching your breath after an effort is a primo time for pants
If you have to run off chasing your breath, pants are the least of your problems.
Story time!
I’m assuming Liz will get a chance to say why she’s not going back to Ball State soon.
I was really depressed in college, because I was really homesick and lonely (especially since my boyfriend did not go to the same college as me).
I had the good fortune of the cafeteria regularly serving really lovely food, and eating it was often the only bright side in my day.
I took a photograph of most of my meals and shared them with my boyfriend, it cheered me up a little.
I never posted them on social media, though.
…………..What?
Goddammit. It’s happened!
I’m getting too old to understand webcomics.
That shouldn’t be happening! Dave is a full year older than me! >_<