That Moment When... (1) You look at all the titles of the fantasy books in the section and think, 'Christ, some of them just...urgh, makes me feel better with my lame-ass fantasy title.' (2) You leave the library without checking out that fantasy book only to find yourself at Starbucks ordering a Flat White and thinking, 'Dammit, why didn't I get that book?'
TMW you realize that - if you were a teen in the 80's (as I was) - the 80's are further in the past for teens today than the 60's were to you when you were a teen.
TMW you realize that the previous two posters in this thread are conspiring to make you feel really, really old.
Now that the 80s is safely ~ 3 decades behind us, can we admit it was undeniably the best? In other words (culturally speaking): 1980s> 1970s>1990s and 1960s> everything else before 1960> 2000 and up
I guess it depends on how you look at the decades. There are the numerical decades and then the paradigmatic decades: The 50's = End of WWII (1945) to 1965 The 60's = 1965 to the end of Vietnam (1974/75) The 70's = 1975 to 1982/83-ish The 80's = 1983 to 1994-ish The Pause = 1994 to the Millennium (aka The Lost Years, Music Rehash, Only Techno, Did these years even really happen?) I do concur that The 80's was a very dynamic span of time in every cultural venue. Not all of it was good, but it was very, very dynamic.
That moment when you read The Briar King and discover that, yes, it's one of those same old books with the prophecy storyline. I like how one of the characters says, "Is the prophecy so clear?" Yes dude, yes it is. I'mma gonna go ahead and call your group the Evil Council™. The prophecy demands it!! At least it's readable compared to DragonSpell and the main character is somewhat likeable, if not rough around the edges. Bonus: he's not an orphaned street kid or a slave, he's actually got an important station as the king's woodsmen (an archer protector of the king's forests, I gather from the text.) From what Chapter One told me, the main character, Aspar, has to prevent what's basically genocide against his own race by the titled king and the Evil Council™ wants to...do something that involves whacking off the entire royal family that currently rules the land.
That moment in the car when you duck your head without thinking of the fountain Coke in your hand and punch a straw-sized circle in the surface of your right eye.
That moment when the first drafts of your stories could simply be a dumping ground for all the scenes you've got for it, and the second drafts are the drafts where you stitch it all together in a coherent way. Aaaand that moment when you've realized this after eleven years. ...I'm slow on the uptake sometimes.
That moment when you realize it's yourself holding you back. That moment when you want to write, but don't. That moment when you realize you've forgotten the REALLY GREAT THING you promised yourself you'd write down as soon as you had a second.
TMW you realize that the climax of two of your stories have the villain do the whole ‘Join me!’ routine. Oh, and the moment when you finally figure out how to do the “” ‘’ quotations. Now don't they look more professional or what?
That moment when you realize that you are forming an addiction to alcohol and decide to snip it in the bud before it destroys your life. In other words, I'm beer-free as of today at 12:28 am.
TMW you realize you can't even remember the last time you had a drink, it's been so long, and you don't miss it one bit.
That Moment When you walk into a salon with the intention of getting your hair trimmed with maybe some bangs, and walk out with a bob. Still can't get over that moment of insanity.
TMW looking up the voices to that animated movie doesn't real help any because... yeah... you still have no idea who these teens are.
TMW you realize alcoholics might be more socially acceptable than people who drink zero alcohol. What a country we live in.
That moment (yesterday) when the tow truck leaves with your car on the way to the scrap yard, after terminal overheating caused by radiator damage after striking a large mammal (possibly a very big woodchuck) at 70 mph.
So true. TMW people tell me their drunken stories of debauchery and I tell them I've never been drunk they look at me like I'm the one with a problem. It annoys me to no end
TMW... You realize that “” looks much more refiner than "", yet you have to perform a set of keystrokes more than SHIFT+" to get “”. Also the moment when you're not sure which one to use.
^ TMW you realize you should probably do something about that. Also, TMW your ear doctor gives you meds and drops to fight off an ear infection you apparently had yet could not feel deep down inside your ear.