That Moment...

TMW you complete the xkcd survery, and cannot help yourself: https://docs.google.com/forms/d/178MZ-FRXWwoFv-QnPpCWON0wIOFG5GaBKefT_O5tAOs/viewform?c=0&w=1

Spoiler: Type five

 

That moment when you turn off your computer because of thunder outside, and proceed to realise how nice it is to spend the evening doing nothing but thinking. Also, I don't think I've gone to bed this early for years... Feels so good!

 

The Moment When...

You, a hearing-impaired man, find yourself asking what it must be like to be deaf and how the deaf perceives the world. Because, y'know, you totally didn't go to a school with deaf people, have a deaf friend, etc. It's not like you can't just take your hearing aid out and see the world with barely any sound.* Then you remember and feel like a complete idiot.

* Mind, I'd be 'roleplaying' a man that had only just gone deaf, not a man who had been deaf since birth. Just like if I closed my eyes, I'd only be 'roleplaying' a man just gone blind, not one who had been blind since birth, know what I'm saying?

But still, damn. TMW when I forget I actually have a hearing disability.

 

TMW someone asks you something and you know the answer... just don't know how to explain

EDIT: No wait, I got better one... TMW when you can now post in the Workshop... but now your too nerve to

 

TMW you are world building and you find the culture and history of one of your other countries to be much more interesting than the present setting of your story. You decide to give it time because you hadn't gotten to the culture expanding of your present setting.

TMW you realize you've got a ****-ton of work to do with the world-building. Like...a lot.

No wonder writing is hard work...

 

TMW ocular migraines makes it difficult to read the screen.

 

TMW an obnoxious co-worker talks your ears off for a goddamned hour about an anime you've never watched. He talks about the setting, the plot, the lore behind the setting, the personal back history of every goddamned character in that setting!!

And. He. Won't. Shut. The. Fuck. Up. About. It.

*twitches*

I'm...I need a frickin' drink...

 

TMW 209lbs says time to get serious about an eating plan...

 

TMW your 360 seems to suffer what looked to be the infamous RRoD (Red Ring of Death), but once you re-boot, you get a message telling you how to keep the 360 positioned in a way so it can ventilate itself.

This...never happened to me in all the years I've had this console. The first one died due to the RRoD, but the second one? Never had anything happened until just now.

 

When you struggle to divorce an author's personal prejudiced views from their writing and enjoy the latter for what it is.

 

Oi, that has to be difficult. It's like you're trying to read an excellent book and the author has either put in his/her own personal bias into the work, or you are constantly distracted by what an asshole the author is and how you're worried you're supporting him/her.

 

TMW you wake up to a headache and you know you only drank like two beers last night. I'm old.

 

TMW you have difficulty coming up with witty one-liners for a battle scene you're writing.

TMW you are wondering how your characters even got started fighting in the first place.

 

TMW you wish you could just stick that middle finger through the screen and wave it up someone's face. Only to regret it a moment later, but you know, it'd feel good for a second.

 

TMW you are shopping in an op shop for clothes for a photoshoot with your niece and have a quick glance in the books section. Seeing nothing too interesting at first, you persevere and find a book on one of Australia's greatest ever cycling legends, Russell Mockridge. I cannot explain how intensely awesome this is, given my current fictional pro cycling WIP. It even has things like race day headings and what not that I can reuse and some intrigue regarding his tragic and untimely death. Such a brilliant find. In perfect, 9.5/10 condition, for $2. Full of win.

 

TMW you actually feel like writing for the first time in a couple of months.

And then it's gone.

 

Can you have a small bottle of an intense aromatic and sniff it when the feeling returns? Perhaps condition your brain to feel like writing long-term?

 

Hmm... perhaps. Or maybe I could start writing and give myself electric shocks every time I stop typing. Then it won't matter if I feel like writing or not!

 

I prefer positive behaviorial reinforcement when it's positive. Unless you're into that sort of thing?

 

I just thought of the perfect solution: I can tell myself I do like electric shocks and then give myself an electric shock every time I think I don't like an electric shock. Except then as I'm convincing myself I do like electric shocks I'm preventing myself from receiving electric shocks, which pushes me to convince myself I don't like electric shocks so that I can receive more electric shocks.

TMW you've likely just created a new paradox.

 

I'd write more often but I'm too busy pleasuring myself with a toaster and a knife.

 

TMW you and your communist friend grab an Uber (kinda like a taxi cab) with a man who recently came to the US from Central Africa and he gives the both of you a unique and valued perspective, especially her.

"You cannot rely on the government to take care of you. No government has the pure interests of it's people at heart. Where I come from, it is because we know this that we unite as a community." -Uber Man (Bien is his name) for President 2016

 

Hah! Bien means good in French

 

Also in Spanish. (It actually means well, the adverb, not good the adjective, but... whatevz.)