That Moment...

TMW you can't decide on whether to ask an awkward question or not. One part of you is curious, but another part is afraid of what the answer might be.

My curiosity has screwed me over a number of times before, so with that track record, maybe I should just leave well alone. Though knowing me, I probably won't.

 

TMW you bend down to pick up a rag at work and end up slamming your head against your vacuum and now have a bump on you`r head.

 

Ouchy!

 

TMW the unemployment page says "If you did not earn $3,366 from your separating employer, please complete this page with information regarding your second to last employer, if any." IF ANY....and then doesn`t let you skip the page even though there is no any.

 

TMW you give up, then watch an incredibly old, cheesy, cop tv series, and decide afterwards to postpone your giving up task.
TMW you open the mailbox, watch the empty space for a whole minute, realize things / humans won't ever change, and then climb seven flights of stairs because the lift is broken (again). Dealing with the fact it'll be broken for at least a full week, never mind the sick, disabled and aged living here (I've offered already help with the groceries, no one has taken it)
TMW you plan to finish watching the cheesy, cop tv series instead of writing, trying to avoid... Something, most probably just the task of dealing with writing.

 

TMW Tokyo is under voluntary semi-shutdown and it starts snowing in late March.

(note: I live in Osaka, about 5ookm south-west of there. Nothing weird here)

Not my vid, but taken today:

 

TMW the site went down for you yesterday for reasons unknown and you begin to feel with the withdrawal.

 

These days we've got it easier to become hooked to online resources. I don't think they are going anywhere, it must have been just a glitch. Networks are in general saturated, everyone is online now!
We can try to give them a (well deserved) break, and keep it as civil/friendly as we can.
Hard not to miss a site like this though, I agree...

PS: And I'm sure right now any Donations would be very much appreciated.

 

That moment when you want to take a photo for a blog post and you have to look like such a pretentious asshole to do it.

 

Nope. It was for a food blog post. Which makes me sound even more pretentious, haha

 

Does it help if I say I try to be the least conspicuous food blogger? I don't photograph my food when I go out to eat. I just eat it and stare like a creeper at the people I'm with.

 

That's much better. Those food bloggers usually slow business's down to a crawl with all the photography and burned up time. Good on you.

 

that's very un-douchey of you

 

TMW you realize you were ahead of the curve.

plot taken from my personal journal, written back in January:

Spoiler: Firebomb

Story: firebomb

Premise: there is a virus infecting the world. To keep it under control all boarders are closed. No airplanes can fly, no boats. Movement has been blocked. Borders are militarized. People are killed if they try to breach. The screening program is lengthy because they test your susceptibility and latent symptoms. Focuses on 3 people: 1 person is trying to flee from New York to go west because the city had been firebombed after the virus spread out of control. Another person is trying to go north and goes through the screening process that turns out they are experimenting on people for a cure. The last person, along with others, gets onto a boat to sail away but are picked up by the coastguard.

 

TMW you really wish you did have a console, so you could spend hours playing fallout and fallout shelter.

 

Do you have Steam on PC? The entire series and Fallout: Shelter is there.

 

No. My laptop died a while back, and I have yet to replace it.

 

TMW I realized I don't understand women at all. Wife was looking out the window and saw the male and female cardinal who hang around our feeder. The male picked up a seed, flew over to the female, and transferred it from his mouth to hers. Wife said I'd never do anything like that for her. So I tried to but she got all grossed out and spit it out. To quote P.G. Wodehouse, "Women! What a sex!"

 

There are no women. There is a woman. They have nothing in common other than to bond intrinsically.
Men can stand in solidarity, but it usually means someone is going to die.

 

TMW you're cruising pinterest and find a pin that reminds you of @Homer Potvin .

 

Speaking of garnish, I know you probably go through bushels of fruit at the bar every day when you're open, but do you have any suggestions for saving orange and lemon peels for twists and such? One piece of fruit has got more peel on it than I need for myself for an evening, and I don't drink "fancy" stuff (i.e. not out of a can) at home often enough to keep citrus in the fridge on the regular. Peel and freeze maybe, or would that mess with the oils?