That Moment...

For me its not so bad, as i understand the language, but the grammar on the other hand, is not one i particularly like, Japanese on the other hand, (from what i've leaned thus far) is far more to my tastes.

 

TMW you're like what the heck was that huge dark thing that just hobbled across the road in front of our c--Holy shit that's a big f*cking moose ohmygod!

 

That's kind of what I said when I saw my first moose up close (at the side of the road.) Something like 'holy crap, that's a BIG deer...'

 

Ah, insights into countries that have Moose. No such thing here, worst you'll get here is sheep (I'm in wales currently) or Horses in the New Forest

 

It was big for sure. The first one I've seen this far south. I know there are so-called "urban moose" that sometimes stagger into convenience stores and people's backyards, but I was surprised to see it so up close... and also scared 'cause if we had been there a few seconds earlier when it was just jumping onto the road, my TMW would probably be something like TMW your shoulder breaks in three places or TMW you've got both bad news and good news: bad news, Christians were right, there is Hell. Good news, apparently I did the Devil's work so well during my short life on Earth that he's decided to award me with all kinds of cool shit for all eternity.

 

tmw you try to make a Hiragana chart for your japanese class and repeatedly screw up... before you even get to the hiragana...

 

tmw I log on to the internet after a boring day of work - really strange.

trying not to laugh...or maybe I should!

 

So it was you!!
Bastard gave me a fright.

 

TMW you look at all that you have lived so far, and then think about all the ambitions you harboured at a younger more vital age, and then come to terms with the final realization -

"... so that was it ?"

To do is to be.

To be is to do.

Shoo be do be do.

 

That moment when your dad forgets that he's left the car at the pub, even though he's driven to the pub and got a taxi home nearly every sunday night for the past 10 years.

 

That moment when you realise you've been outbid on eBay for an item you REALLY wanted, and you lost it because you forgot the time was ending. Dammit.

 

TMW you think, ‘What if I made Mishu Jerni a boy instead? After all, when I draw Mishu the figure almost always turns out looking like a boy.’

TMW somewhere in the back of your mind, you're wondering what others would think about that. Mishu a boy instead of the girl she always was.

 

TMW when you visit the TMW thread and find that everyone else's moments involve Alexis de Tocqueville, moose, denatured alcohol and Marxist culture, and yours is about bird poop.

Edit: No but seriously, it was a spectacular plop.

 

TMW you get into a political argument (I know) with a stranger (I know) on the internet (I KNOW) who can't even agree with you on the basic question of whether REDACTED took place or not, despite your bombarding him with links to contemporary newspapers, Wikipedia, and the US Constitution.

I know....

 

But you do know, no?

 

TMW when you're buying Hot Wheels cars for your 2 year old daughter who loves cars, and the cashier-woman warns you with disdain that "if you keep indulging her boy interests she'll turn transgender."

 

She was right, you know. Can you believe that Danica Patrick* used to be a girl?

*I wanted to post a bikini shot of her, but a) I didn't feel it was appropriate to the tone of this forum, and b) I'm slightly offended that I couldn't find a swimsuit shot of Juan Montoya, whose current and past gender I have no information about.

 

TMW you've found a new band you really like, but you're so embarrassed about liking that band you can't froth about it to other people because you've got a killer rep to protect.

I've had that moment too. Plop to the head.

 

No shame in liking Mini-Moni, you aren't the only one.

 

That moment when you're glad you're alone as you cackle madly at a terribly offensive, really inappropriate joke that just popped up in your FB comment feed.

Yes, I am going to hell, need me to get you anything?

Edit: Idiot Iain wrote "your" instead of "you're". Bastard deserves to be flogged with barbed wire.

 

Because of the aforementioned band-that-shan't-be-named, I'm going there as well (although, to be honest, about 90% of my Spotify playlist has the potential to earn me a seat on the hell train). But basically I'm doing the Devil's bidding anyway, so I expect Hell's gonna be a blast. (unless listening to one rapcore band -- one! -- gets me kicked out 'cause it's too much even for Beelzebub).

 

6 small smokeless fires would be nice!

tmw you have a fire drill in your uni accommodation

 

TMW you realize you're so cynical and misanthropic about politics and the world as a whole that you see this:



And think, “How is this even remotely possible?” It's run by a Canadian political site if I'm understanding it right.

Don't worry, Canadians, I don't hate you all but...I'm just a cynical bastard.

 

She's the first one I thought of when that woman made her ignorant comment. See, Danica's a perfect example of what happens when you indulge your daughter's male-skewed interests.

Apparently we have "election trauma" and so Canadians are banding together to bouy us up and restore our confidence in ourselves. Which, you know, thanks. That's very kind. But on the other hand, our two main options are still crap.