TMW you discover that a beloved website is no more. thetruesize.com offered as simple a service as you could imagine, yet filled me with so much joy. It let you pick countries and move them around the globe showing how much Mercator map distortion skews our perception of the size of countries. Sorry, Canada, but as far north as you are, you're one of the most wickedly skewed countries on any Mercator map. Canada - 9,985,000 square kilometers U.S.A. - 9,834,000 square kilometers China - 9,597,000 square kilometers
And of course, since it's me, the post read more like a strange restaurant themed gay porn that culminates at the chef's table. (Sorry, Homer)
Oh please tell me the car salesman had a monkey or a lion or a bear with him... Seriously, that's awesome, Homes. Sell 'em lotsa lobsters and pricey wine! (Side note: In one of the clips I viewed to try to find favorites from when I was a kid, Cal and his dog Spot were offering anyone who bought a car two free steak dinners from Victoria Station, which I thought was funny.)
That Moment... You run out of words from your Rough draft and are now on your own in writing the Rewrite... with the end insight.
And his dog, Spot! I remember his commercials on the local horror movie show hosted by Elvira when I was a kid. Ah, the wonderful weirdness of growing up in So Cal... (Huell Howzer, anyone?)
TMW you make a repost of a previous TMW, cos you now have the photo to accompany it. ETA: I used 1 and 1/2 times the amount of batter mix cos I had some left over from the previous day, but what was left wasn't enough to make toad-in-the-hole. Hence it's monster status.
TMW you're in the forest at night for a walk as the day vanished all too quickly and your flashlight dies, plunging you into pitch blackness. If that's not bad enough, you then hear something slithering in the underbrush heading towards you.
Never has my trusty light on my mobile phone been activated so quickly to discover what terrible beast was lunging in my direction. It turned out to be an ugly thing for sure: I live to tell a story another day, much to the disappointment of many, no doubt.
Absolutely, there's nothing like living through a trope for real. The pulse does race quite a bit faster than usual, I discovered.
That time my breadcrumbs failed me I became lost in the forest. I’m so lucky we find the gingerbread house lady, so nice and old like a @jannert we say here in Woodlands. All nice old lady with the warts on her nose if you like warts on your nose. I nose I do, heh heh, ha. Also, her frogs are everywhere, can you believe it? TEXT SAUSAGES