That Moment...

TMW you've been researching the hell out of everything for a particular scene and by the end of it realize that you have 20 webpage tabs open.

 

TMW the wildlife show host says this is dangerous, and then
proceeds to get bit/pinched/spined/stung by said creature they
are currently nose to nose with.

 

TMW you know you're tired, but you still don't want to go to sleep. It's kinda like Christmas eve, but with none of the excitement. Being an adult is weird.

 

TMW you finally watch Gaslight only to discover that you've just watched the less-famous original version.

Oh well.

 

What are you talking about, there's definitely only one version?

 

From Wikipedia:

 

You're definitely imagining it.

 

TMW you're trying to sleep, and your brain decides to launch into a slew of Disney songs instead. Cos singing supercalifragilisticexpialidocious is a far more worthy endeavour. Clearly.

 

That moment when you realise @Lewdog has 531 pages for a harmless something 6 years ago.

 

That moment when you discover a character somehow knows the main character with no prior interaction and it's a mystery how they met, even though the one says they have. Where, Dogberry? Where did they meet? Hmm?! Because it's NOT IN THE PREVIOUS CHAPTERS.

But hey! I caught it.

 

TMW you are writing a short story only to realize it's instead the first chapter of an entire novel.

 

TMW you come up with the name Haritino, cause you
have no idea what else to call a secondary character's
husband.

Sci-fi be weird when it comes to name.

 

Good for a laf:

https://encrypted-tbn0.gstatic.com/...PS6mLeOaF6nnTyXA6Ck1rdhHpN0CNS7QopYj&usqp=CAU

 

That moment when you wake up unsure of what day it is and the pillow lines are etched deep in your cheek.

 

https://www.buzzfeed.com/scottybryan/philomena-cunk-diane-morgan-moments-of-wonder

 

TMW the author interview you were stressing out about ends up in the local paper

 

TMW you just want to hide before you risk pissing off anyone else. Details are in the 'Not Happy' thread.

 

TMW you realise that you're your friendly neighborhood kiosk's VIP. I'm honestly flattered.

TMW you are sailing smoothly through a chill, I-couldn't-care-less-about-my-representation period and it seems to provide the exact opposite outcomes of what you've been expecting.

TMW you've discovered a brand new magical switch.

 

TMW Walter has social media figured out.

 

TMW you get asked about your citizenship, despite it being in both your signature and your profiles personal text.
I can't say I'm expecting much from this person's advice after this.

 

TMW you go outside to read just in time for a swarm of high schoolers to drive past screaming out their windows and blasting their horns because that's the only logical substitute for a graduation party.

 

TMW you learn that apparently some folks actually thought Stephen Spielberg killed a dinosaur.

https://www.nydailynews.com/enterta...ing-dinosaur-facebook-users-article-1.1863400

 

That moment when you're mixing up a marinade for dinner and boiling eggs for lunch at the same time.

Raw garlic tossed into the pot halfway through the boiling process imparts no taste at all to the eggs, it just makes you have to mince more garlic for your marinade.