That Moment...

Don't look a gift-horse in the mouth.

But seriously though, I have much respect for Canada. And their pesky squirrels that keep flying over my yard in their little tri-planes dropping acorns on my yard. <shakes hand at the sky>

 

TMW you are sitting at a bar, chilling with two friends of yours and suddenly, one of your friends mentions by chance that in about ten days, the comic contest you wanted to participate in, this year changed its opening and closing dates (after being so consistent for the past seven years) and you only got ten days left to produce and send your still unrealized work. You run the hell out of there... drunk. You cancel your upcoming vacations (you'll deal with the consequences later), your medical appointments (from your public insurance that you've been waiting only for about two months), your eating and sleeping habits (since, you switched into survival mode: create or die ), anything whatsoever that you have scheduled upon these ten days. For ten days, you fall into a weird, autistic, trance-like state, relying on coffee and other people's understanding alone. Even in the few hours of sleep you steal from your sleep-deprived life, you dream of solutions upon your project (which actually acts as a Deus ex Machina).

TMW you are done and spend a second indulging in your work, while it dries. "Yep. This is winning material. Will make any critic cry with my professionalism." Everything is perfect... except the time. You start blowing on your creation to quicken the drying process, while showering yourself in deodorant. You rush at the post office. Closed five minutes ago. You take the bus, the train, the bus again and then the tram to get to the newspaper headquarters and you make it in the nick of time. You look like a mess and start laughing like a mad person when you hand in your precious winning material that is going to change comic history forever, to a mere ignorant mortal that has no clue what you are handing down to him. You are thinking: "If only you knew that this file will transmute into eight thousand and two hundred euros my friend. If only you knew..."

TMW the comic contest results are out. You rush to the closest kiosk and search for the newspaper with the comic magazine extra and... you see it everywhere... the yellow sky you chose as a background... crystal clear... this is your drawing... this is YOUR character's close up frame... it IS the cover of the magazine. It is everywhere... SHIIIIIT!

TMW you rip open the plastic wrapping and peak inside. You won... third place... It does not compute. Nothing makes sense. (The winner made a rough of a comic. It's still in blue pencil. It is very dirty and looks like crap. The second place doesn't even qualify as comic. It is NOT a comic and it looks like a three year old painting attempt). What the fuck? They lied. I lost.

TMW you learn that what you've earned out of this is a ten-hour-seminar in illustrator beginner-lessons. You think you could be teaching those lessons. You could be earning this money. It's the LEAST they could do!

TMW you learned your lesson. No more "easy" money (this is meant to be ironic actually). No more contests. Life is unfair. No more high expectations.

 

TMW you wonder how you can post images here from your phone. As in pictures you've taken on your phone.

 

Every moment when I go to Facebook I remember how much I don't like it.

 

TMW you are in a lecture and think ffs how many times do you want to say XYZ?

 

TMW when you realize you may have a problem because you still have a stack of books that you haven`t read yet and still bought more books. Though in my defense I was rounding out my Dune collection!

 

tmw you look at someone & watch what they do & what they say, & you think, what is wrong with you? I mean seriously, what is friggin' wrong with you?

Not trying to be harsh. I don't like to hurt people, but seriously, what is your problem?

 

That moment when @Cave Troll's picture of a cubic Earth leads you to a page where a cubic-Earther is locked in a vicious flame war with a bunch of Flat Eathers.....

 

Well I would rather listen to batshit theory in 3 dimensions, as opposed to there is no gravity on our obvious singular sided coin.

 

I'm a Möbius-Earther. Go far enough, the sun disappears behind the Twist, keep going, the sun reappears and you're back where you started.

 

Way to boldly go nowhere quickly. Mobius earther...WTF...

 

TMW you're doing internet research on an idea and you stumble across a homepage for a group of celibate, meditating, vegetarian Buddhist/Hindu/Christian syncretists...


...who also happen to list "pro-homophobia, anti-semitism" among their guiding principles, and are looking for people who can write country music for them to meditate by.

Nope, not going to link, I just haven't seen anything quite that weird in years.

 

TMW you feel like screaming at all the Earthers who believe the planet is anything but



It's round, folks. It's not flat, it's not square, it's not an infinity sign, it's not some weirdo shape from our imagination. It's a perfectly boring round shape with a slight bulge in the center.

Oh, and just for the record, we've been knowing the Earth was round since the Ancient Greek days. We just didn't know how big it really was, much less that there were two gigantic-ass landmasses in the way from Europe to Asia sailing west.

 

Nuh-uh...

 

to get back on track:

TMW you sit chuckling to yourself when you have a MC (who is a devil spawn BTW) take Cerberus for a walk.... i dont know why i find this as funny as i do..
Oh and TMW you answer the phone when a really inappropriate part of a song comes on...

 

That moment when-

HOLY CRAP WHY IS EVERYONE'S PHONE SHRIEKING AT THE SAME TIME OH SHIT THAT'S THE EARTHQUAKE ALERT!!!!

"Quake will be hitting your area in 30, 29, 28...(I'm sure you remember the progression)...

"Okay, everybody, here we go, just stay calm."

"3, 2, 1" and a pause, and we're rumbling. Just a slight swaying, nothing to be afraid of, but...

...yup, earthquake warning system: Fully operational, working as designed.

That was cool.

 

Definitely doesn't sound fun at all, like seriously.

 

TMW you decide to troll a YouTube video discussing a lesser known evil man of Colonial times who used to torture and butcher his slaves by commenting, "Let's be honest, the only reason we don't remember him is because he wasn't killing white folks." This sparks an outrage with 52 people fuming and venting with some calling me a "typical sjw scum".

Yes, my evil, evil scheme worked. >:]

 

That's awful!

Tmw I'm laughing at a post about curly & straight writing - I thought it was about hair!

 

tmw you have to escape a friend, because despite being a time when you are supposed to be working together on stuff, they spend most of the 5 hours ignoring you and getting on with their own thing. to then have the cheek to ask if they can borrow your graphics tablet.

Um, no, you just spent that time ignoring me, to hell am i allowing you to borrow my graphics tablet, this werent cheap and given you that you just ignored me for most of that, i dont think you should be borrowing it. (its not even like he needed it for uni work - and he's supposed to be getting one soon)

 

TMW you turn on the History Channel and @Lewdog's avatar is consulting with Erich von Daniken on whether the Nazis were building a time machine based on ancient Hindu principles learned from aliens...

Time to go to bed.

 

That moment when it would be wrong to laugh so I have to do something! Is it ok to smile?

 

That moment when my grandma saw something that shocked her, she'd say, "Mercy!".

 

That moment when your Mum refers to brussels sprouts as "little bastard-balls from hell" but cooks them anyway.

 

tmw I've been around long enough what's up so quit actin' a fool folks! Of course that only applies to you if you are !

I ain't stupid. I'm STILL adorable. Don't care what ya say!