That Moment :continued

TMW someone walks into the museum and starts talking about how the Bible proves that dinosaurs existed at the beginning of time which according to the Bible is 4,000 years ago.

One of these days, I'm a-gonna lose it and direct that someone to deliver that sermon to the staff at the geological museum down the road.

 

TMW when you realize that accepting the fact of impermanence and liking the fact of impermanence are too entirely separate things.

 

TMW the power goes out, your car is trapped in the garage, and you need to get to work. So you call your dad a couple states away to ask for help

 

TMW when you realize there is a manual release on the automatic garage door opener.

 

Did he give sage advice and get you to work on time? Inquiring minds want to know.

 

I didnt know this because i never had to know it.

He told me what Bogart said and told me where it was and what to do. Managed to get it to open but it wouldn't stay open (he said the spring might be faulty), so then he walked me through how to prop it up enough to get me car out (stick a screw driver in the wheel)

 

Sixty eight years and I have never owned a garage. I owned a gargoyle once; for a short time.

 

... or did it own YOU?

 

Garages are good places to keep gargoyles.

TMW I realized Stephen King and I had something in common. About forty years ago, he joined forces with a photographer named F Stop Fitzgerald to create a book called Nightmare in the Sky. I bought it for the photos, but in reading the text, I discovered King and I appreciated the same obscure terrible B movie, a ghastly production called Gargoyles, featuring (I think) Adrienne Barbeau. I thought much better of the gentleman after that. Not everyone can appreciate truly terrible movies.

 

I remember that one, vaguely. I don't think kit was Adrienne though. Could be wrong.

 

X, CG; this was an outside gargoyle. I returned from a working away stint and she was no longer on her favorite rock.
I called underhanded treachery; but the ex denied it. Funny coincidence that Lucretia; the goyle; and my 30 year old Bailey straw would vanish together.

 

No, you're right. I checked and it was Jennifer Salt, whoever she is.

 

I would've remembered if it was Adrienne. Nothing was being busted out of.

 

He said busted out of; heh,heh,heh.

 

My new favorite sobriquet.

 

TMW: you visit a website that proclaims itself to be devoted to Irish culture and traditions, and notice the only photograph on the page is of Eilean Donan, a Scottish castle.

 

TMW guy walks into the library without shoes, and wet dirty socks (holding his shoe, mind you)

Me: hello sir, imma need you to put on your shoes in the building

Guy: and imma need you to shut that shit up. Fuck you!
-walks away-


Good morning everyone!

 

I never dreamed the world of a librarian was so...fraught.

 

TMW you realize that realizing there is nothing to realize is not a realization.

 

Deep. Better go get my barn boots.

 

(Part shameless plug, part irony!)

TMW you gave your Prompt Wheel a spin and it came up with this Genre, Subject, and Character combo:

Spoiler: c'est moi

 

That moment when you find yourself getting emotional over a main character's final scene, and you haven't even written his first one yet.

(OK, he appeared once in a flashback, but it was focused on another main character and he just happened to be there when the thing happened, so that doesn't count.)

 

I feel this ;-;