That Moment...

TMW you're in the mood for walking but YOU ARE AT WORK! >:[

 

TMW someone reminds me how "professional" I am.

 

The Stepford Wives

 

TMW you type "medieval torture devices" to the google search bar and its first suggestion is for "... for females."

(I had forgotten the name of 'The Rack'. Needed it for a simile)

 

TMW you see young Draco Malfoy's doppelganger (and Draco is your favorite HP character)

 

TMW you realize you could never pull off selling a book by making fun of it.

 

TMW you set up your desktop a few days ago to alert you to new emails, and right now the alerts are flooding in about a conversation you're having with a member here that started an hour and fourteen minutes ago. Windows is getting frantic about this.

 

Well, that was a stretch.

 

... when you're lying in bed and a line comes to you which could potentially kick-start a poem, and you don't bother writing it down because you're so sure you'll remember it the next morning... and then can't.

 

Man, I always forget. I've become neurotic about writing down the fleeting ideas, no matter what time it is. I've forgotten more than I care to remember. Or, sometimes I'll get an idea that makes perfect sense to me when I'm laying in bed at night, but if I don't write it down, even if I remember the gist, the spirit of the idea is lost to the abyss.

 

@Spencer1990 - Yup! Really should keep a pencil and pad at the bedside. It just seems to be one of those things you never bother doing.

 

That moment when... you cut yourself on the plastic packaging of your new kitchen knife. Maybe it's safer if I just return the knife to the store...

 

Perhaps you should invest in safety mits?
Should be just as effective against plastic.

 

Haha, perhaps. Could save some poor fingers from unexpected sharpness.
(It's actually quite rare that I cut myself on a knife. Potato peelers, on the other hand, are a very different story...)

 

The alternative is to learn to type with your toes.

 

Hey, I have that very same knife in my kitchen!

 

That awkward moment when...someone is waving in your direction and you don't know if it's at you or someone else behind you.

 

TMW when you realize that just like Star Trek, your mode of transportation is always
the weakest part of getting anywhere due to shit breaking. (le sigh)

 

Have you ever been on the beach when low fog rolls in? That is freaky and cool. I was sitting on the beach near the Pier in Santa Monica one afternoon when that happened. Low pea soup fog just rolled in out of nowhere and wrapped around us and was so thick I could barely make out the form of my friend sitting next to me on the beach blanket. No one could move because you couldn't see to walk through it, so everyone had to just sit there and wait it out until it parted enough to leave.

Edit: Fixed!!! Thanks, @big soft moose ! I do not know why the quote tags are in the wrong place, and they won't delete.

 

Fog is always fascinating and beautiful, but always a hazard to drive in.
(Esp. when white cars don't turn on their fucking lights!)