TMW you, for the first time in life, are able to see your character in the eyes of another...and you are shocked beyond words.
TMW your son asks to be a Dalek for Halloween and you're not sure how the heck that's going to work. Then TMW you pull it off and win Halloween. White Dalek, Weeping Angel, and the 11th Doctor.
A fun few moments I just had: That moment when you're just idly thinking about piercings, and you get all mad because you remember that most people's first piercings (including yours) are done at the mall by a hilariously under-trained teenager with the wrong equipment. That moment when you remember mall piercings also carry considerable health risks including HIV because the piercing guns they use aren't sterile. That moment when you're suddenly very fucking grateful you don't have HIV.
TMW you are grateful you don't have tats or piercings. Sorry, I don't want HIV, or be 60+ years old looking at a tat that had long since faded. TMW you feel the urge to post two relevant videos from the awesome Youtube channel Smarter Every Day: “Getting smarter every day.” - Deston from Smarter Every Day.
That moment when you acknowledge that @Link the Writer (and everyone else) is totally allowed to dislike tattoos and piercings. More for me! That moment when you also have to bro-fist that whale for having great taste in YouTube channels.
TMW you discover a movie titled In the Heart of the Sea that details the tragedy of the whaleship Essex and the cannibalism. Having read the book, you check the trailer and IMDB. • They use guns in the trailer. And there was a sinking ship on fire in the trailer. Neither of this were onboard the Essex as recorded in the book, In the Heart of the Sea. • Herman Melville is onboard the Essex in the movie despite the ‘In Real Life’ him never being onboard. I'm beginning to understand why history buffs grind their teeth and hold their breaths whenever Hollywood poops out another so-called ‘historical movie that's based off of a True Story’. It's due to come out on December 11th. A movie where a whaling ship gets rammed by a pissed off bull sperm whale and the survivors have to row all the way from the middle of the Pacific Ocean to South America. Oh, and cannibalism. Lots of cannibalism. Mmmmm! Nom nom nom! Munchy, muchy!
TMW the lawless, insult-filled flame wars of the unmoderated corners of the Internet actually obstruct free expression a lot more than the moderate control here. It's hard to communicate effectively in that kind of environment.
TMW you feel the need to point out that most people who are knowledgable about tattoos acknowledge that their work will need to be touched up over the years, to prevent fading at the age of 60+.
TMW you sit down with a cup of coffee, zero distraction, and start writing. 1 minute later you're listening to metal versions of Undertale OST...
I dread to think what retirement homes are going to look like when the hipster generation gets into their 60's and 70's.
In your sleep, gremlins come up to you and lick the tattoo for sustenance. It's why it gets so faded after a time.
"Back in my day, we didn't have tattoos that displayed the time of day. It was all tribal tattoos." "Gramps, you got a Beliber tattoo and your shirt says '#YOLO'" "You kids these days don't know a cool thing when you see it!" #jokes #Beliber #whenimold #shitgrampasays #lol /click /like /favorite /subscribe
TMW you realize that the plot for your historical mystery is basically the same as the plot for your fantasy-mystery ... only the historical mystery one actually makes sense, has a central theme, and your characters have motivations to make the plot happen. Well, I suppose that's good to know, huh? Now I can quit wasting my time forcing a plot that won't work into a setting that won't accept it.
TMW you're running to the soundtrack of Street Fighter IV and everything is fucking awesome. TMW you learn too many irons in the fire is also an idiom in English.
Completed all but the epilogue of my latest short story. Now I can stop hyperfocusing on writing for a while.