Awww...[slips into Southern accent of my relatives] Y'all are givin' me the warm fuzzies...Missed you, too! When I read this, the voice of some unknown stoner popped into my head: "Whoa...Dude!"
TMW you're watching TV and you know that such a hard cringe is coming that you pause it and can't bring yourself to press play.
IIRC, it was that film or a similar one that pioneered stop motion animation and made critics believe the director had actually trained insects. Quick research: An earlier film using the same techniques by the same director. From Wikipedia:
TMW you're having such a vivid, realistic dream that when your alarm goes off and you open your eyes it takes you a little while to re-adjust to your real life.
TMW you begin an outline for that sci-fi idea you had in your head for the longest time and everything finally begins to make sense. God, I missed Helen Chert.
TMW you say goodbye to an 80 year old 'acquaintance' with a loving hug, and you put your hand right on her bottom, like cupping a cheek. Felt terrible afterwards. 'Who'd have thought it?' she'll be saying, 'Mat, the sex offender.' [CREEP] She was really tiny, 4'11 kind of thing/reason...ing...
Roll with it. If it doesn't work out, well, it's not like you'll have to wait long for things to resolve themself.
Either you guys are absolutely hilarious or I was in desperate need of stress relief. Whichever, I laughed 'till I cried. Thanks!
TMW you start editing and you cut 75% off your MS. On the bright side, you have a quarter of a book to work with...:0
That is a hell of a chunk to cut. Like only have a lung, a head, and heart to work with. Maybe an arm if we go by weight of the original whole mass. Good luck with building it back up, or whatever you intend it to be length wise.
And then mine finds the first bit of dirt possible in which to roll. If said dirt contains feces of any kind she considers it a fabulous add-on.