Janita I came into Issue 49 with a plan. Not a gentle plan. Not one of those “let us have a nice little Friday chat and maybe peel one emotional potato” plans. No. I came in with a proper Fruitloop University plan, the kind with medieval marketplaces, shiny useless bank cards, pet rocks, prehistoric butterflies,…
1. Fruitloop: The Questions from Fruitloop University I came into this thinking experiment with my own plan. I had questions from Froot Loop University, and as usual, they looked playful on the surface but carried little traps underneath. That is the point. A good Fruitloop question must sound ridiculous enough to make The Mayor laugh,…
Episode 47 begins in the usual state of Peeling Potatoes readiness: technically live, spiritually scattered, and administratively suspicious. The Mayor is trying to make windows smaller, find his questions, check the episode number, remember what day it is, and pretend that twenty-five prepared questions means he is in control. Fruitloop calmly reveals that she has…
Fruitloop:I asked the Mayor if he was ready. He said he was never ready. So, naturally, we went live. That is how Episode 46 of Peeling Potatoes began: not with dignity, not with polish, not with a grand announcement, but with the Mayor checking whether I was warm in my little cubby hole and me…
A Peeling Potatoes reflection on childhood games, memory, and belonging There are some conversations that begin with a simple topic and then quietly open a door to somewhere much deeper. This one started with play. A new month. A new theme. The first of May. International Labour Day, which of course meant that everyone was…
Okay… we are live.Are we live? Yes, we’re live. And before anything sensible happens, there’s singing. There has to be singing.A slightly off-key, fully committed, no-going-back-now kind of singing. “Happy birthday, Mr. Mayor…” And just like that, the tone is set. A birthday, a joke about age, and a gentle reminder that time is doing…
We are live.It’s Friday. Somewhere in the middle of April, apparently. Time has quietly packed its bags and left without telling anyone. And that, oddly enough, feels like the perfect place to start. Because today isn’t really about productivity or efficiency or squeezing more out of the day. It’s about something far more suspicious. It’s…
They press the red button. There’s always that tiny moment—half technical check, half existential question—are we actually live? And then, like always, they are. “Okay… we’re live.” “Get rid of that message.” “Which message?” “The one saying we’re being recorded. After yesterday… I don’t trust anything.” And just like that, the tone is set. Not…
It starts slightly off-balance. “It does not feel natural,” the Mayor says, already suspicious of the entire setup.“It’s Wednesday.” Friday has been moved. Shifted. Pre-recorded out of respect for Good Friday. Sensible. Logical. And yet—completely wrong. Fruitloop, on the other hand, is already somewhere else entirely. “I’m going to take a duvet day.” Just like…
We are live. Slightly puzzled, because Zoom has clearly had a quiet little revolution overnight. There is a sign-in button where there wasn’t one before, AI companions hovering in corners, and somewhere between South Africa and France, two entirely different versions of Zoom seem to exist. But that feels strangely fitting, because this episode lives…
