That moment when you go to update the progress journal for your current WIP and discover that you haven't updated it for nearly a year. I didn't even realise I'd been working on said WIP for that long.
Tmw..... Me: "I'll take a lightly buttered toasted bagel" Guy: "Sure thing boss." *proceeds to use large chunks of butter* "Woah, guy, easy with the heart attack there." "Sorry boss, I'll make you another one" *proceeds to put close to no butter at all* (Son of a bitch...) "That looks great..."
TMW people are really kinda lacking in the brain dept. https://futurism.com/the-byte/youtubers-arrested-storm-area-51
It really isn't all the surprising that someone did it. What is, is that they probably are going to prison. Which is lucky for them, but will only make the next nutjob(s) venture to beat the new goal.
TMW you are still trying to wrap your head around having a character in your story having an Irish Jamaican accent? What would that even sound like? (One of the ladies in group said that is how he sounded in her head.)
There's a character in the game No More Heroes 2 who has a Scottish-African-American accent. I imagine it would be a little like that.
I once knew a Vietnamese girl who spoke Spanish with a perfect Venezuelan accent. It was like watching her change into another person. Her English was stereotypically awful.
TMW you realize it's 31 years to the day since the first live concert you went to see. Eric Clapton, with Mark Knopfler on backing guitar, 25th Anniversary tour.
I know a guy who came from Michigan, like me, and moved to Germany about the same time as I moved to Scotland. He now speaks English with a German accent! How did that happen? I mean ...it's a different language.
First ever gig was ‘The Spinners’ - and not the Detroit Spinners - with my mum. Remember being furious at dedication to ‘brave Greenham Common women.’ Mummy didn’t like them. One year later - Screaming Blue Messiahs at the Marquee, then Alarm (meh) then Lloyd Cole Jesus, Hammersmith. No ‘Dire Straits’ until early middle age when I embraced Country, finally.
My first was Hendrix at the Waikiki Shell sometime in 1970. (also my first experience with mescaline - 'scuse me while I kiss the sky.)
Rolling Stones. Chicago. 1969. Just before Altamont changed everything. First laced weed experience, Deep Purple 1972.
TMW you realise that cleaning your opaque plastic headlights with toothpaste is actually a thing and not an internet myth... ETA with toothpaste - duh; that was the crux of the post