I suppose you must have meant your congratulations. Without obstacles, difficulties, duties, responsibilities... life is empty and mostly meaningless. I need that level of meaningfulness in my life that I can't get it from my own life only. If there is some level of disturbance, there is 100 times more importance. And it has been a must to develop my working methods, workflow, ability to focus under stress & shattered time tables... Paying huge amount of attention to all that has helped me a lot, more than you could image. (I have a slow house building project, family with 3 kids and I work with my writing more than 60 hours a week all the time. While editing my project SH I did few 14-15 hour writing days. 90 of my stress is not from these things but something I call That Toxic Thing here. And I really hope I can finally get rid of that stress tsunami. Maybe 5-7% of stress is from house project. My health... I stress it a bit.)
TMW...You forget you've got another person living with you, so you end up waking them up with your loud reading. The only acceptable way to apologize goes a little something like. gOmEn-Ne! Edit - got it.
I feel like acting like this little guy sometimes. Only instead of leaping from a log it's from a parking garage. And instead of landing in woodchips it's in the middle of a bus depot.
My brother recently sent me a video of "late-night snacks". A lot of the comments had that consideration in mind. "My mum: What are you doing? Me, cooking cheesecake at 3AM: Nothing." "Me: *Crushing digestive biscuits at two in the morning* My flatmate: DUDE."
Tmw....you want to download an app, but look at the reviews and notice...all the reviewers have very similar names. Even the piss poor grammar and spelling is the same...hmm...
TMW you assume Rocketman (which finally opens tomorrow in this land of mine) is yet another superhero movie.
TMW you read "Rocketman" and think at first of the song, then get confused by "open" and start to google for a shop by this name before you get to the conclusion it must be the movie you totally forgot about (it was the movie, wasn't it?). I guess this was a mix of the curse of the non-native speaker with my generally (slightly) confused mind .
That moment the ‘old derelict’ walks into the office before his shift on the kiddie rides...and turns out he’s one of the last great newsprint cartoonists, and a major watercolour artist. Obviously I held my own in the, the ‘rough n tumble,’ the chat, aye: ‘My...my...my short stories are on the internet...nnnnehhhr.’ ‘Baaahh...baaahh...Larrry the lamb..’ ... He’ll be back/my new best friend.
I live in Japan, and movies here typically "open" (have their first theater showing) three to six months behind the rest of the world. Rocketman (the Elton John biopic named after one of his songs) was released in the UK on May 22nd, Germany on May 30th, and Japan today, August 23rd. Pretty standard pattern, late-year movies can win Academy Awards before I have a chance to see them.
TMW you start wondering if aylamoas wash their hands after probing abductees. I mean based on what little can be said of the 'little green men' that have been the provocateurs of such random kidnappings for at least a hundred years, and not one abductee has ever mentioned seeing a sink and soap or a something similar to facilities we have in homes/businesses. Since these ETs are not sterile as they don't live in the vacuum of space, that means cross contamination between 'patients' seems highly likely from simply shoving thier dirty little fingers in eyes/ears/nose/mouth/ and butts, and no abductee has complained about infection. To further compound on this theory, they don't wear protective disposables to avoid contact with the germs of said abductees either. So when you break it all down, aliens as they are portrayed by the abductees omits the bit that the aliens are some dirty nasty buggers in need of a bar of soap and hot shower. So to conclude this madness, just because they are advanced enough to get here, doesn't mean they have the same values of hygiene we do. I mean they spent thousands if not millions of years to get here, so some things may have lapsed in the travel to get here and search for the ever elusive butt brain of the human. Never trust an alien to shake it's hand without wearing protection of your own. You don't know what is on it's little 4 fingered hand, could be some highly fertile space spunk from years of spanking to alien porn, and then before you know it: Boom your preggers with some scary ET baby that who knows what will pop out of your who knows where. This has been your safety brief to aliens and physical contact.
TMW... the new cook in your local deli is fresh off the plane from Yemen, so he doesn't understand what "cream cheese" is. Due to the fact that you really want that bagel, you end up helping him out by pointing, giving thumbs up an after a few near-misses, thanking the new guy for his effort (and the bagel). He should do well there, so long as he doesn't attempt to put mayo on a cream cheese bagel again. The guy has a friendly disposition, which goes far when dealing with customers. Though, in any customer service job, that does erode overtime.....
TMW you read a comment that states: Oh my god. Put some clothes on that cucumber. And no, it isn't a euphemism. ETA: For context, it was a comment on a plastic free group. The original poster has said she was pleased to find a naked cucumber.
TMW....the pen you're using should have ink, so you give a shake - nothing. "What the hell?" you think aloud, then give it another shake, a lick and....nothing. A tad annoyed now, you shake the pen one more time and.....boom, ink all over your fingertips, the paper you were going to write on, in your eye etc. "If I wanted this kind of mess, I could've just used my ****hub account, dammit!"
TMW you're parked in your car and the car next to you pulls out and you're momentarily paralyzed with vertigo and unsure which car is moving. Followed by the TMW you frantically stomp on the brake, release the clutch, and stall the car.