That Moment...

One of the best things about winter: no flies.

 

TMW work's globally accessed database hits 32768 records and stops working because you know CInt() has a max size of 32767 and Overflow errors mean imports from India, US and Au stop working. No, this is not a drill.

TMW one of the IT admin guys emails you about something else mid-bug fixing process, opening with the words, "When you're not so busy can you -----". Seriously? Am I the only person thinking: back the fuck up and take a number? You're receiving all the emails about this bug, given you were involved in finding it out.

 

TMW...you decide to step outside your comfort zone and start writing about a different genre. In addition to this, you move the setting from your own country to another country just to see what happens.

This is...going to be interesting indeed. A survival/horror set in Canada.

 

TMW

Spoiler: It could not have been said better

 

TMW you realize that most of your close friends are Hispanic for some reason.

 

TMW you realize that 99% of your protagonists in your stories are non-white ladies.

...

TMW you realize you don't have a single white lady as your main protagonist in any of your stories. Out of all the stories that feature white protagonists, only three feature a white male protagonist. AND you realize that the main character of your fantasy was a white lady until you made her a not-white lady.

Hmm...

 

TMW you're not sure if the Debate Room actually got worse all of a sudden or you're just finally perceiving it accurately.

 

TMW when you finally understand the Debate Room.

 

TMW you now understand why @Wreybies wishes he could get rid of it.

 

*completely unrelated to the prior*

TMW you realize that tact died with the birth of the internet.

 

Tact had been dead before then, my friend.

TMW you write your story outline in the form of a script and it's really helpful.

 

No, no. It was alive and well before my first telephone-coupler modem. I grew up in the flesh-world. Tact was needed to avoid the occasional pop in the mouth.

 

TMW you've just passed some random guy close to the finish line and get terrified of the possibility that he will race past you at the last second, so you push yourself to the absolute limit and make it there before him.

TMW you realize @Link the Writer 's fiction writing clearly discriminates against you. Pfft.

*picks a book randomly*
*finds out the protagonist is white and female*
*picks another book*
*finds out the protagonist is white and female*

Ok, never mind.

 

TMW you realize you're not sure if KaTrian's just joking or being serious. To be safe, though:

If you're just joking: Oh ha ha.

If you're serious: I do have some white female protagonists. They're pretty awesome in the ass-kicking department.

 

I was joking. Perhaps I should've also satirized (albeit clumsily) the futility and stupidity of trying to control what others write in addition to making fun of the knee-jerk reactions people have when someone else doesn't take their identity into consideration when writing a book.

 

TMW you write 1,500 words of a scene that you feel is awesome and heartfelt...only to realize that the end of the scene can't be reached without excessive padding because you've got the wrong goddamned character in that scene!!

*breaks down sobbing*

 

That moment when your cat catches a bird, drags it inside and eats it. Right in front of you.

 

I've read somewhere that this is them realizing that we don't know how to hunt and are trying to teach us. Your cat basically said, “I'm going to teach you how to hunt birds, OK? Now watch what I do.”

 

He/she knows how to cat.

 

How very kind of him. I'll thank him after I've cleaned the bloodspatters of the staircase.

Sometimes I wish he didn't *sigh*.

 

@Adhulari I see you are from the Netherlands. My mother is from there, and I went to kindergarten there. I've been back to visit a number of times - great place. Unfortunately, my mother didn't speak Dutch in the household growing up, so I don't speak much of it (though I can read it to some degree if I take enough time!).

 

TMW glory days...

 

TMW you realize that your hands have been randomly going all tingly for the past couple of weeks now. While it's a short-lived numbness, it does not bode well. When you're either writing or doing hair 70+ hours a week, it's only a matter of time.

Carpal Tunnel's knock-knock-knockin on No-Name's door ....

 

That moment you realize that the professor of two of your classes is a total tool that is making things more difficult than it needs to be. Seriously who makes you cite your textbook for answers to questions that are meant to come out of your textbook? I'm still waiting to see if he wants a citation for each question...what is the point of copying and pasting the same thing over and over again? That's what you get when you have a police officer as an instructor.