dark tranquility - atoma

girl help i fell down the babymetal rabbit hole and i cant get up. again.

randm trivia of the day: if you think about it, a graveyard is just a ppl garden

i keep mixing up words and it is not because i dont know the english language, it is because my brain trolls me, i swear it. and it happens constantly. i typically reread what i wrote multiple times before sending but i fail to see shit like this every now and then. like when on this same channel i sent "it sure is someone else" instead of "something else"

anyway, replace "eiither" with "too" in this message i guess. language is hard.

"today i will go to sleep early", i told myself yesterday. i tried. at 3am i stopped looking at screens. by 4:30am, i looked at a screen for a few minutes. by 7am, i fell asleep for like two-three hours.

this morning, the thing i had to do was canceled. "ah, but i wont sleep now, even if im as tired as i am right now. i will wait until the night. that way it will be easier to go to sleep early today".

and then the day passed, slowly. and i have been tired all day long. and when the sun finally set, you know what this bitch did? i said "oh i feel so awake and full of energy". and it was true. and now it is 4am again and i, once more, did not go to sleep early. because life do be like that sometimes.

i am perfectly okay with living trough the night. i wish i could do it permanently. but there are a lot of things that cant be done at night, and sometimes i need to be awake during the day. and boy do i have a hard time doing that. boy am i fuckem tired every day while the sun is up high.

tomorrow i will have to wake up early, and do things the whole day, things that include ppl. i will be just lying in the ground asexually for the most part, im suspecting. it is past 4am and i should go to sleep

anyway i forgot a bit about this so im gonna write a post about wild spaghetti cooking stories now

once upon a time, back in the not really distant past, i have had times where i worked making food for ppl. kinda.

we're talking about "me and other person, sometimes me and other two ppl, are in the middle of a forest, cooking with literal (very controlled) fire and no running water (you had to bring the water from quite a distance), for ~60 ppl"

fun times, probably the best times of my life. im not good with being around ppl, but this experiences were something unique. i'd go back there, without any doubt, but because (not traumatic) reasons, it belongs to the past now

anyway, whenever you are living in the middle of a forest, you make sinks. you dig a big ass hole in the ground and the stuff that isnt good goes there (for example, ppl brushing their teeth spit there the toothpaste leftovers). i have not designed nor revised this procedure, really, but someone did and i trust it was legit. i hope.

also you dig another big hole for the bathroom, and we built cabins around the holes every time and stuff

so yeah, the thing is, picture this: you are cooking for 60 ppl, with fire, and without running water. what do you think the hardest food to make will be? no one ever guesses right

the kitchenware was kinda not-modern too, btw

you have a giant, 100L pot, without any heat insulation for the handles, so they are hot as hell too and you have to grab them trough some dishclothes to not get your hands burned (tip: make sure said dishclothes are dry, they insulate the temperature better)

and you have to remove the water from the spaghetti. you cant lift the giant pot, because 1-it weighs so fucking much and 2-the bottom is like, hell. you touch it, you lose your skin privileges.

and you have to do this with a kitchen sieve on a hole in the ground. if the pot slips, all the food goes to the "oh no" pool. the stakes are high.

now, many here may not realize/know, but sieveing the spaghetti releases A TON of vapor. not only it burns, but it completely blinds you. at least when your making so many of them at once.

and well even when you manage to get a giant pot of spaghetti instead of a giant pot of spaghetti soup, you know what comes now? you have to mix them.

those fucjers stick to one another the very second they saw the light. try removing two handfuls of kilograms of spaghetti that stick, i dare you. and now, try to mix said spaghetti with actual stuff. i bet half of you arent even able to mix 300g of spaghetti with solid components, you cant imagine what this was like. and dont get me started with carbonara sauce.


some foods were more annoying to make than others in that place. there were two gas powered fridges, for stuff like milk for breakfast or whatever, and more than once we had to fry frozen fish. that bitch splashes so much. and takes a long time, because the pan doesnt have infinite size and of the two available fires, one was... well, not a powerful one.

and one time, someone brought croquetes. i shit you not, i cooked croquetes for like three-four hours straight. whoever was supposed to make the maths did it wrong because we did like 50% extra croquetes. the next day, everyone wanted to help with the kitchen because of the leftovers lol.

but those are annoying to cook. just that. spaghetti, on the other hand? spaghetti is EXTREME to cook in those circumstances. and also because i remember doing this while in summer, and we did cook inside of a fire-resistant (big) tent because fire prevention measures etc, and the temperatures inside there rose to absurd levels. i remember sweating so much. have i mentioned yet about stirring the spaghetti? because good luck putting your hand over the water without getting burned too.

gawd, those spaghetti were extreme

the first year i went there, about a dozen and a half kiddos wrote a song that featured me (and the other person in the kitchen) and how the food was way above average. and the rest of the ppl in the place went "yeah this deserves to go into out book of songs" and so there is a song (well actually more than once but thats not relevant now) about how good my spaghetti were, written and immortalized somewhere, and you better believe it will be sung, because the songs on that book were for sure not dead, they were very alive. songs written by ppl decades ago in that book (which got copies (copies that include the song about me)) are still sung nowadays

there will be groups of ppl, decades after this post, singing about my spaghetti. and i think that it is something special.


so yeah, i have made some pretty extreme spaghetti in my lifetime. you can bet your ass.