That Moment...

TMW the morning news anchor, very loudly, passes gas in the middle of a news story.

 

Passes gas. Sounds like something my mum would say, only being British she’d say passes wind.

 

Windenburg!

 

That moment when you're trying to plan more of your WIP but you have to stop because something very bad is about to happen to your protagonist and your heart is literally aching in sympathy. And you can't cut the very bad thing out of the story because it's absolutely essential for the development of all bar one of your four main characters.

 

That bloody climate change sneaks everywhere.

 

I think I must be a very bad writer as I've never cared about my characters - not even my main protag - to anything even approaching this extent. I could quite easily have killed off anyone I've ever written without so much as a lump in my throat. In fact I'd more likely do so with a grin on my face.

 

I'm just a massive softie. For fun, I'm making a family tree of the royal family of my fictional country from the modern day all the way back to the 11th century. It really hurts to decide when people are going to die, even when I've just made them up.

 

Not me, my characters always get to me. I made Satan weep when she had to send an unborn soul to Heaven because it robbed the soul's twin of company on Earth.

 

I do that when people speak to me in another language. Just nod and walk away.

 

Straight forward. I like that. No wasting time.

 

Roaches.....

One of the properties I'm flipping has an infestation....again. We got the exterminator in there twice, he bombed the place and the roaches were gone, for a time. But now, they're back.

TMW you know its from the smelly apartment next to the one you're working on. So, you knock and when the asshat who lives with his mother opens the place, a whole cluster of roaches falls from the top of the door. He looks at them as they run into his place saying "gross man" but then claims he doesn't have any roaches in his place.

Like, ping, what do ya think we just saw run into you're fucking apartment? That damn lug nut spoon faced dirty frog eyed.....

Also TMW you can't do much of anything to get the lug nut to clean the apartment.

 

I was about to chime in, but realized that an unsolved murder int he building probably wouldn't do much to increase property values, either.

 

Shhhh, don't let everyone know!

Least this forum is private so my secret is safe.

 

It would also make cleaning a bit tricky for him, too.

 

Where's the stain?

 

Very nice jacket.

 

TMW you hear someone speaking English with an Australian accent and Arabic or Hindu(?) with a natural accent. They mixed the languages both between sentences and also inside sentences. Really interesting to hear and really shows how people can be integrated into one culture while holding on to another culture without some sort of insidious foreign invasion and replacement. Multiculturalism!

 

Not so much a linguistic thing, but the former president of Ford has a French first name, an Arab last name that's associated with Egypt, looks like a pharaoh, and sounds loike Crocodile Dundee. I know he's a divisive figure professionally, so I won't link to any footage of him speaking.

Jacques Nasser

 

A mix of vigilante justice and karma.

 

Can you not report his apartment to environmental health or similar?

 

I actually reported him to the building owner, who is currently in the process of getting that guy and his mother thrown out. The two refuse to let an exterminator in the apartment, with the last visit being in 2002. O_O

The dual roach messiahs apparently have legions of unwashed, old clothes laying on every inch of floor. Old sofas covered in roach feces and paper plates thrown about, says the land lord, an I believe it. Just from what I saw when the lug nut opened the door made me gag. >_>;