That Moment....

TMW you have finished work and thought you would spend an hour watching typical 5-o'clock TV for a bit ... but it is cold, so you spread a woolen blanket on your lap... and you watch for about 40 minutes ... and then wake up an hour later. So you must have fallen asleep. (Yes, this happened to me this evening).

And your first reaction is either "Ack! Late for supper!" or "Oh, darn it, not again" (or both). =P
 
TMW you have a weird dream that one of the kids from Skyrim decided to fight a necromancer and a dragon, in a burnt fortress because…reasons.

Kids (and non-weapon-wielding adults) in Skyrim already try to fight dragons. ;) You need to install a mod to get them to stop and run inside, as anyone sensible would.
 
TMW you've lost taste and smell and didnt realize your dog had an accident on your bed WHILE YOU WERE SLEEPING on it....

Husband (who has been sleeping in the guest room since i got sick) came in and said he could smell it from down the hall 😫😭
 
TMW you have a brain BSOD when you discover that after Beethoven died, Anton Schindler, his secretary and, frankly, his freakish stalker, literally wore the guy’s bed gown when he received guests.

Let me repeat that. Anton. Wore. Beethoven’s. Pajamas. When. He. Greeted. Guests.

And not only that, but he destroyed hundreds of Beethoven’s conversation books (that he used to converse with friends after going deaf) if they depicted Beethoven in a negative life and rewrote the guys history as if they were BFFs for years despite only working together for a year and everyone hating Anton the whole time.

And get this, the farce was found out in the 1970s Right around when Star Wars first came out.
 
That moment when you're reading a scene you've written and you can't decide whether an aggressive interaction between two characters comes across as flirting, or whether you're just reading it that way because you know how the scene ends.
 
TMW you have a brain BSOD when you discover that after Beethoven died, Anton Schindler, his secretary and, frankly, his freakish stalker, literally wore the guy’s bed gown when he received guests.

Let me repeat that. Anton. Wore. Beethoven’s. Pajamas. When. He. Greeted. Guests.

And not only that, but he destroyed hundreds of Beethoven’s conversation books (that he used to converse with friends after going deaf) if they depicted Beethoven in a negative life and rewrote the guys history as if they were BFFs for years despite only working together for a year and everyone hating Anton the whole time.

And get this, the farce was found out in the 1970s Right around when Star Wars first came out.

Jesus, I never heard of this (and I studied both Mozart's and Beethoven's lives fairly closely). That's freaky.
 
TMW, the relief you feel when you let go the steering wheel of your parked car after a nerve racking, treacherous morning commute to work.
 
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TMW you are on this thread, and an old framed photo of a landmark in western Nebraska (Courthouse and Jail Rocks) falls from the wall, breaking the frame. No reason for it to fall -- no sudden pressure on the picture or thumps to the wall, etc. Just plain fell.

Unsettling because only yesterday you dug out an old photo, from a jump drive, of you sitting at the base of Courthouse, and posted it on FB, to a lot of positive response from friends who had known you back then and how happy you were at that time; and you were filled with regret over having left that area nearly 50 years ago and wondering if you would ever make it back there. And thinking that you should really make at least one more visit before the Reaper drops by.

Cue the Twilight Zone music.
 
TMW you are on this thread, and an old framed photo of a landmark in western Nebraska (Courthouse and Jail Rocks) falls from the wall, breaking the frame. No reason for it to fall -- no sudden pressure on the picture or thumps to the wall, etc. Just plain fell.

Unsettling because only yesterday you dug out an old photo, from a jump drive, of you sitting at the base of Courthouse, and posted it on FB, to a lot of positive response from friends who had known you back then and how happy you were at that time; and you were filled with regret over having left that area nearly 50 years ago and wondering if you would ever make it back there. And thinking that you should really make at least one more visit before the Reaper drops by.

Cue the Twilight Zone music.
A picture of my wife's deceased mother has twice fallen off the wall. One time, she was looking for an earring she lost, the picture fell from the wall, startling her, and when she looked back down, the missing earring was there, sitting in the dirt of a plant. I don't believe in any of that stuff, but I could be converted.
 
A picture of my wife's deceased mother has twice fallen off the wall. One time, she was looking for an earring she lost, the picture fell from the wall, startling her, and when she looked back down, the missing earring was there, sitting in the dirt of a plant. I don't believe in any of that stuff, but I could be converted.
I dunno much but I do know I felt a cold chill.
 
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