That Moment...

Well something is going on over there!

Spoiler

Looking for that spanky board again...

 

TMW you open a shaken bottle of soda or sparkling water and,

 

To be fair, by around 9 am Pacific, we Americans are at work from coast to coast soooo....

 

TMW you find a meme and wonder how many would appreciate it.

 

TMW you discover that your ex's apartment in up for rent, and you don't know how to feel about it...

 

Have you considered piracy? You'd make a wonderful Dread Pirate Roberts.

 

TMW... you try to plan out four conquest campaigns... which isn't the hard part. The Hard Part is from separating your commanders into these four campaigns (2 offensive/2 defensive) and know that you will only be following one of the two offensive campaigns, which means you need to decide who doesn't appear in the following scenes as secondary/back up characters... and must pick logic over want... and I mean.. I want Centurion Victor to come with us... but he serves under General Hector.. .who would logically go with the other offensive campaign and fuck... fuck.. decisions.... fuck.... why must I choose.

ETA: Actually Victor and Maximums will be coming with us... I was just using that to emphasis my problem here with other cool secondary characters... oh and this is for my WIP.

 

I be findin' it a bit of a trifle, considering I be a land Pirate.

 

Have you ever thought of free lancing... you'd make a great freelancer!!!

(Sorry trying to go along with the meme)

 

TMW... you realize Damn... five campaigns.... I completely ignored the defense of one of the Imperial Nations.... Hmmmm.... Might have to start making some more characters... and either have them appear earlier or just let them exists from this point (with some mention of them, which has been done with a few characters)

 

TMW you get a kick out of a guy harassing scammers.
This is great.
"Hi this is Tec...Lube Support. "

 

TMW Zillow, a real estate app, sends you an update at 4 in the morning.....

Thanks Zillow. Really.

 

That moment when your butter says it doesn’t want to be butter anymore, it wants to be margarine instead,
and you have to wrestle hard with your conscience until you finally accept the fact that butter wants to be a trans fat.

Then something strange happens . . .

The creeping whiff of self-righteousness begins to manifest itself, so you hold your breath, put on your little jacket
and make an exit stage right, out through the back door and into the fresh air of bawdy humour and reverent irreverence,
where Aristophanes and Socrates have patched up their differences and are now writing philosophical comedy sketches together,
while Homer - the poet king - is in deep discussion with William Blake, both agreeing that heaven is reason and hell is energy,
and that the marriage of heaven and hell would surely produce marvelous offspring and create a family tree of human genius
that would grow through the centuries, its roots deeply anchored in the collective unconscious.

Such is life.

 

TMW... we have to dodge not just one but two idiots on the road. Driving to work, two idiots decided to pull out in front of me at the worst timing possible.

The first idiot wasn't initially an idiot, what made him an idiot is that he didn't go once he was on the road he just lingered with a car speeding up behind him.

However, the other guy was a complete idiot P. Pulling out at the worst fucking time possible, literally having to quickly Dodge to the right to avoid me, and since I couldn't escape to the right either now because of the first guy I almost rear-ended him because he didn't wasn't driving

, so I did the only sensible thing, I use the medium line on the left past the slow-ass, got back in the lane quickly and went.

The other two options were not
appealing to me, either rear in him or slam on my breaks, thus damaging them.
And the irony this time was I was going speed limit!

 

Spoiler: For next time you go driving

 

TMW... say fuck it to the assistant store manager, who can't touch you because you're in Pharmacy and their front store.

And you stock the bathroom with paper towels and toilet seat covers, both of which the tyrannical assistant manager removed. Because he's too lazy of a fuck the cleanup nor discipline front store employees for leaving a mess

 

phuc yea! I need one of those to drive to the Californian streets

 

That moment when you're starting to wonder whether you're capable of writing anything that isn't morbid and creepifying.

 

TMW you find an artist's album that you want to listen to, but bail out because you're worried about your internet credit-AGAIN!

 

I've found the answer to this, for me, to be a resounding, "Fuck no."

 

That almost sounds as if at least one of them was working an insurance scam (get you to rear-end him, which automatically renders you at fault, meaning your insurance company has to pay). Sometimes a second car works with the first to box you in so you have nowhere to go so you rear-end the scam car in front of you. My sis was involved in an "accident" like that. Fortunately for her, the people running the scam did the next one too soon after hers so they were caught and it didn't damage her driving record or insurance payments.

 

That moment when you spend a whole afternoon and evening writing about an imaginary conversation with a dead bird.

That moment when you wonder WTF is wrong with you.

 

But did he have interesting things to say? That is the real question.

 

Yes, it did. But I'm not happy with the way I wrote it down.

 

Yeah! The thought crossed my mind, if that's the case, I'm glad I could disappoint.