That Moment...

You have my sympathy, J. T. Woody I have very long hair worn in a braid. I'm astonished by the number of folks who think it is perfectly okay to pick up my braid and flick the end of it around.

 

... Maybe they think it's a rope?

 

Ah, I see. They think I'm about to hang myself and they're saving me.

 

TMW you're watching a rant comedy vid about K-Pop being
evil in NK, and how they need their own Boy Bands, and hear
the line: "DPRK-Pop, you'll love it...or else."
And just can't help how funny that sounds.

 

i've got an EPIC "that moment"

THAT MOMENT WHEN YOUR DOGS LOCK YOU OUTSIDE ON THE DECK

Spoiler: for length

normally, im home alone with my dogs. my parents are visiting me for the weekend. I went out on the deck to spray some chemicals to get rid of the moss on my deck, so obviously i left my dogs inside. my mom came out to keep me company. my mom literally says "when are you going to build stairs for the deck?" i said "eventually. then my mom tries to go inside and the doors locked. the dogs jumped at the door and pulled the lever to lock it. neither of us had our phones.
My dad was sleeping in the basement, so i tries throwing rocks at the window (we had a DIY fountain on the deck with rocks and marbles in it) but the angle of the deck and the window, i couldnt quite get it right. we tried banging on the sliding door. we tried yelling. dad wouldnt budge. only thing left for me t do is SCALE THE FUCKING 2 STORY DECK BAREFOOTED down to the back yard and go around to the basement window and knock on it. dad woke up, unlocked the door, my mom tossed down my shoes and i walked around to the side door to be let in.
like i said, im normally here alone. my husband works 12-14 hour shift. if i was locked out, i aint getting in until the next day .

I now have bruises on my inner thighs, but THANK THE SKY BEAN for Spartan Races!

 

@J.T. Woody I think it's time to find a nice hidden spot outside to keep a set of keys.

 

TMW you had a long day and just feel like getting delivery and wait for nearly an hour despite the 30 minute estimation time and then get a phone call saying the delivery driver got in an accident in the parking lot and your order has been cancelled entirely.

 

-helps out a (male) guest-

Guest: i always like when you're on desk. You wear the nice dresses. Boy, its a joy to see you. You bring so much class to this place. My pastor said to say something nice so i thought id tell you that

Me: -awkwardly thanks guest-

I guess now im known for wearing the really nice dresses?

The things people notice


(Edit to add: just right after that, a lady mistook my coworker for me. Coworker is also black. My coowrker says "oh, you must be talking about [me]. My name is [coworkers name]"
Lady says "oh its all the same to me".......)

 

Well he was doing pretty well until that last line!

 

TMW a book comes back in crappy condition, but its no longer in print so you cant replace it

 

TMW you realize fishes like this actually exist in the ocean, once again confirming your fear of open bodies of water.

 

That moment, when the heading on a photo or meme says I wonder how many people will get this—and you don't.

 

I'll cling to that notion. A trick question.

I remember when I first came to Scotland and got 'introduced' to the various dialects and accents in various parts of the country. I was at an event up in the Northeast where a storyteller was on stage, holding forth in Doric—which is a dialect with many unique words and phrases in it, not common in the rest of Scotland. The entire audience—except me—was in stitches. I couldn't understand more than a word or two, so I sat there with a neutral face on me, feeling really self-conscious. Folks are going to think I've got no sense of humour!

So, next time the audience roared with laughter, I roared too. And the lady sitting next to me leaned over and whispered, "What was that he said?"

Lesson learned.

 

TMW doing historic research for a guest breaks your heart

Research was on 2 WWII soldiers (brothers) who were both KIA a few months apart, and buried beside eachother in France.

 

That moment when one of your main characters has just walked out into a blizzard, another one of your main characters is on his arse clutching his broken nose, and the third is presumably looking for a way to soothe her scuffed knuckles.

 

Sounds like a good story!

 

That moment when you don't have enough body parts to adequately facepalm at how ridiculous your job has become.

 

That moment when one of your main characters is being a nightmare to work with and you wish you could just skip ahead to the bit where you get to impale something.

 

You do realise you’re in control of these characters, don’t you?

 

If you are then things are not going well. They should take on a life of their own, otherwise you're not really engaging the unconscious, the source of dream and powerful imagination (as opposed to the much more shallow and feeble products of the conscious mind). Your mind works best when you allow both parts of it to collaborate rather than try to force decisions with only the rational part.

 

Accurate! Although in this case the issue is that the character's head is difficult to get into, rather than him not doing what I want. Because what he is thinking in the situation is not the same as what I would be thinking.

And also if I was in my current WIP, I would probably have died by now. Don't be in one of my books.