That Moment...

Maybe it is made of plasteel?

 

Are you plastered? Better watch your self.

 

https://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=plasteel

 

Yeah, but puns.

 

TMW the biggest political story of the week in your country is one incident players cheating at cricket, and ambassadors apparently want to talk about it with the foreign minister more than they do Russia literally assassinating people.
On the other hand it does signify we're in a more normal political place than the US is at right now with 24/7 high octane drama.

 

TMW DJ @Cave Troll makes you remember being a child at a summer street fair with your mother, and there being a line dance booth with disco dance instructors, and doing The Hustle with your mom. 1978 or 79 I think.

Meanwhile, TMW you've been playing this every other day for a couple of weeks:

 

TMW you would watch adverts if they were more like these.

 

TMW you realize how reversed things have gotten. Time was, "alloy-free" would have been the selling point.

 

TMW you find your dad's old camcorder that records on cassettes. Cassettes. And there's a whole box of cassettes with home videos. I used the camcorder a fair bit as a kid having discovered the power of recording something and then stopping the camera, changing something, then turning it back on. I had a lot of fun with that. Anyway, I found a video I made as a 10 year old setting yugioh cards on fire with the kitchen stove for 25 minutes until my Dad finally got fed up and made me stop.

 

TMW you look up the area code for your MC's phone number that you randomly made up to put in your manuscript, and turns out it's an actual area code.
For Texas.
And the MC lives in New Hampshire.
Good thing I looked that up. On my list for revision.

 

Now we know your MC is a liar and a telemarketer.

 

A fictional city in Grafton county for most of the book, then for the last few chapters, a fictional town in Rockingham county by the beach.

 

TMW your MC has to put effort into getting captured, but it is far more satisfying
than trying to sneak in. Also Corlixia has got guts.

“What the fuck are you doing,” an angry woman barks at me, and I shield my eyes from the bright lights trained on me.

“Is it not obvious,” I say back to her,”I wanted your attention.”

“Well you’ve fucking got it.”

“What are we going to do with her, Lieutenant,” a man asks to her right.

“I am alone, unarmed, and your superiors are looking for me,” I say before the Lieutenant can answer her subordinate.

“Yeah, and what makes you think they want you,” the woman demands.

“I would say to have them ask your Colonel Ramirez, but I have my doubts you will be on speaking terms with a traitor at the level. Much less the other twenty five other officers that told me where to find the Colonel. Though to be fair they were far less forthright in telling me what I wanted, and they took a long time to die. Only after they begged for it, did I show them mercy.”

 

TMW you realize your MC has been a background character for a few chapters. . Don't get me wrong, she has done things but she isn't the one leading or making decisions. at least not yet. She's been more of an observer at this point with occasional comments or observations. Though she did just receive a pretty cool pair of high tech shades that allow her to see in the dark and protect her eyes in the daylight. (Mind you her society is on the level of the Romans and greeks but slightly more advanced)

 

TMW you put just a little too much sriracha on your grilled chicken veggie bowl...Yowch!

 

TMW one of your friends posts "food porn" photos on FB, but it looks like vomit.

 

TMW you forgot what you wanted to write for your TMW, it had something to do with my WIP... or at least I think so!

Pre-Edit: I remember now .

TMW when you realize you inadvertently create an adversary for your MC, who is not the main antagonists. I meant for Part II to be the final battle between the two of them, but nope... it isn't... but they'll meet again.

 

TMW you see one of your Facebook friends post a picture of an Ancient Egyptian mummy saying, “OMG I can’t believe I thought this was steak!”

And you want to respond with: That is Dr. Zahi Hawass, and the mummy is Tutankhamen. I am baffled at your intellectual inferiority that you’re unable to get this. No, I’m wrong. Perhaps this is all you are. An intellectual defect, a malfunction, a stunted brain too useless to contemplate anything other than what your stomach says. Typical. I won’t waste my breath on your kind.

TMW you realize how much of an asshole you sound.

TMW you realize that Jesus fucking Christ, how could anyone get into history if some historians act like this!?

 

Breathe man, breathe, and walk away from the inept one.

 

<deep breaths>

I shall walk away before I start a flame war.

<swims off into the ocean>

 

That moment you're scrolling through facebook and you see a picture of dogs and they look just like your dad's, then you read the status and it says, "Do these dogs belong to anyone?" and you're like "Oh crap! Better message these people and call up my Dad!"