It is easy to be dismissive. Be it art, people, food, events, the rapid, continual pace of consumption necessitates the compartmentalisation and categorisation of happenings. One can be dismissive in the positive and in the negative. The complex emotions elicited through our lives fade as quickly as they arise. Perhaps it is a consequence of language, an inability to express the phenomenon of experience. A meal's interplay of tantalising nostalgic aroma and comforting warmth in the belly is, for most of our lives, recalled as good - if it is remembered at all. A film is so bad it's good, some self-fulfilling label that sets expectations and ebbs the need for analysis of artistic merit and failure. A book is well-written. Your ex is a bitch. Last Christmas was good.

In the new hyperactive mode, wherein consumption happens largely for the sake of consumption, categorisation happens more readily, more aggressively, less critically. A director is washed. Your favourite is 🐐-ed. Films are kino or coal. Aesthetics are reduced to haphazard strictures, art pinned as frutiger aero, frasurbane, girlypunk neo-Y2K vectorheart nu-brute. Games are flavour of the month, kusoge, kamige, kiige, bakage, normiecore. Bring something up, and everyone has an opinion, a rote repetition of regurgitated refuse. Exhibit passion for that outside the zeitgeist, and be lambasted. Convey discontent with the beloved, be accused of poor media literacy. Are we even partaking of that which we parade around, or are we playing an elaborate game of telephone?

Even Burger King Orientation CD-i Training cannot escape unharmed. A wave of ironic praise and genuine befuddlement at why this exists, why it is revisited. One must be seeking attention for having such a quirky thing on their profile. It is impossible that it is enjoyed on a deeper level, as a response to a wider fascination, as a dive into historical (non-)import. The new hyperactive mode intentionally seeks signifiers which mark the self as interesting. An intentional facade which begs it won't be scrutinised.

But just because you have constructed this mask does not mean we all wear it. And perhaps I am being dismissive of your own thoughts. The truth of the matter is you don't care what I think, or why I feel a certain way. And to be fair, I feel the same animosity towards you. We are strangers at the conflux of comparison of preference.

I am filled with a genuine glee when I 'play' Burger King Orientation CD-i Training, but maybe it is best I keep the reasons to myself, as with so much else.

After all, you care not for what I think, so what is the difference if those thoughts are no longer laid bare.

im never eating at burger king again dude jesus christ

streamed this to the boys in a late-night VC and it was as funny as it was viscerally disgusting. Did burger kings just have CD-is in the back for training purposes? There's not much in the way of gameplay, considering the fact that this is an employee training program. There are 2 different videos; one for general orientation and one for learning how to operate the various broilers that may be in the establishment. Ask your manager if you don't know which one to train for. The general orientation video is your standard fare, the CEO spouts some corporate bullshit, badda bing badda boom. The broiler training is where the stuff of nightmares comes from. Seeing the broilers shit out greasy floppy patties gave me the same primal disgust as watching a live birth in health class.

I don't really know what else to say here, it's a 1990s training video. I guess burger king employees are used to the unspeakable horrors that happen inside the kitchen, because I sure couldn't handle seeing that shit on the daily, let alone eating that slop that comes out. At least the soundtrack is a banger and the video quality is actually quite high. Definitely wouldn't recommend checking out on your own, but it is quite amusing to look at with friends.