That Moment...

That Moment When...

Doing a personal book review has led you to conducting research on what kind of fabric modern bikinis are made of.

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Tommy tightened his grip on his mother’s wrist, his feet digging into the sand as he listened. The waves stroked hungrily at his ankles, like fingers waiting to seize him and drag him into the dark, wet, oblivion. He pressed himself into her bare side, smelled the salt clinging to her skin, felt the taught, stretched nylon of her bikini top against his cheek.

 

Spandex?

Also, I think you mean "taut," not "taught."

 

I'm surprised you didn't catch the way I phrased it. Seriously. A bikini is basically women's underwear that you can swim in. He's basically putting his face in that woman's boobs.

The correct phrasing should be:

"He hugged her midriff, feeling the taut, stretched nylon of her bathing suit." Simple, sweet, and doesn't make little Tommy out to be some Freudian perv.

 

I saw a quote from Beatrix Potter and spent a minute wracking my brain, trying to remember how she was related to Harry.

It's been that kind of day.

 

Well damn it, now you've gotten me thinking it.

 

TMW you find that one of your tubes of JB Weld (it's a two part epoxy) has...oozed over the last couple years since you used it, meaning that the other tube is, well, JB welded shut.

The boxcutter provided a temporary solution, but I'll have to remember to pick some more up the next time I hit the home center

 

That moment when you decide to pick back up a novel and re-write it.

 

TMW you decide to start waking up at 4:30 AM to write. A full hour of silence before the day begins.

 

Oh my. Students writing research papers, it's their first time using outside sources and their first time using citations of said sources. I remember that it was damn difficult for me, and I was working in my native language, but still, hilarity is ensuing. Their textbook just covers the most common types of sources (books, newspapers, webpages, magazines and journals), but one student is doing a paper which involves religion.

And that student is citing the Bible, doing their honest best:

Sensei's gonna need to print out a page on how to cite the Bible, but sensei loves the student for trying.

 

... When you're just trying to comb your hair in peace, and the static electricity sounds like it's about to electrocute you.

 

I remember those days... pretty much a buzzcut for the last twenty years or so, but I used to have hair halfway down my back.

 

It's the opposite with me. I used to have a damned near permanent buzzcut until a handful of years ago. I've given serious consideration to going back; there's certainly less drama.

 

Just one step away from inventing gloves...

 

Just put a hundred pairs on at the beginning of the night, and each time one gets dirty, peel it off. Sure, you'll look like Mickey Mouse and have the dexterity of a sledgehammer at first, but at least the lemon won't sting...

 

T (long) MW you attend the office Christmas party sober cos you gotta drive home.

Everyone’s wary of you cos they know you’ll remember everything.

I left early, though. Did it only for appearances.

 

Sometimes you have a moment which is a perfect meme.
One of those situations happen to me: A classmate copied my answers. I knew what happens but I wait until he lied me in the face.

 

Our office Christmas party is on the 13th, which turns out to be a Wednesday. Coincidentally, it falls on my regular day off since switching to a four day work week. Breaking up the work week in this fashion is doing freakin' wonders for me in becoming a more caring and balanced human being, and so a "celebration" of this nature is a bit of a tough sell for me. I wanna go, yet I don't.

By having this traditional event take place between 1pm to 5pm in the middle of a work week, I would have to assume that it was schedualed this way so as to encourage absence amidst our motley crew, and if I was paranoid, (which I am not) it was chosen in order to keep me away.And if so, we are living in sad times. Never mind, I am going to eat their sushi and drink their booze in the afternoon that day.

All this to say that I have learned to deal with the puzzle factory, or at best I can still adjust to their tactics. Lately, "the man" seems bent on using what he has learned and gathered in the information age to call the shots. And with the new tools he has under his grip, the bastard has also learned to manage how he will eat away at our humanity and what is left of our freedom in some of the most subtle ways which have never been seen hitherto. So it has come down to this, - managing the most complicated resource of our times, humans and their individuality. It has always and for ages been a major problem and hurdle for the ruling forces.


TMW you know in your guts that you have to keep a hawks eye on the choices you have left, and working hard in retaining what should be yours from the get go. I will remain a free radical, Christmas party or not.

Is this the happy thread ?

My apologies.

 

TMW you realize that if your MC is going to be a member of occult/supernatural/paranormal internet forums, you're going to need to be too, just to do the research.

TMW you wonder how high you should fly your writer doing research flag in the interests of honesty.

 

TMW you press the wrong button on the remote and get tapped in the... manly satchel by the toilet seat as you're trying to sit down.

Yes, of course I have a powered, heated toilet seat with a built-in waterjet. What do you think I am, some kind of savage who squats over a hole in the floor and wipes my ass with paper?*





*also a common option in Japan, especially in older houses or public restrooms:

 

Oh no, what madman designed that?

 

It's rather common in Asia (and by Asia I include Turkey, China, Korea, Japan, and a couple other random stops), but it was apparently designed by the sort of madman who never has more... energetic bowel movements from time to time.

Don't ask.