wnereus - ya scare me a little bit with that, y’know? It reminds of a line from a comedian I heard “You know when you get nervous and strangle the hooker?”
As for me, you know that feeling you get where you realize that you could announce spontaneously at work that you are wearing your lucky Cat in the Hat boxers, or that your boss is an asshole or something else that would make others look at you funny and back their chairs away, and part of that is very liberating and you can feel the walls of resistance thin out a little bit, but that also you might find out that you would want to join them in backing away from yourself a little?
Oh, and I noticed I wrote Steven, not Steve, even though I should know better. And you didn’t pitch a fit, so my original assessment of sweetie still stands.
You know that feeling you get when you’re walking down the street and you see your old friend Bob, and then you run up to him and say, “Hey Bob!”, and the guys looks at you and you realize it’s a total stranger?
Guys, that was me and it should have never been posted to my site.
Let me explain.
I did a cut and paste of various posts from this thread with the full intention of using this thread as inspiration for my own creations. I occassionally use other sites (as well as the SDMB) as inspiration for my own ratings.
I update my site once a week.
Last Wednesday night someone was coming over to my house for some help with a theatre program, so I just uploaded what had I had updated for that week without realising that I hadn’t yet removed the verbatim cut and paste and replaced it original items inspired by this thread.
I was aghast when I came back to visit this thread to see that your link was to my site and that I had not yet done the update.
The page has been updated with the items that I have been working on during the week, none of which are taken from this thread.
I would like to sincerely apologise for my stupidity in posting the item with your content in it.
You know that feeling when you’ve got a really amazingly funny story to tell, but it’s contingent upon the person your telling the story to knowing about a book, or a show, or the Crimean War, or whatever, and the person you’re talking to doesn’t know that book/show/war, so you try to tell explain the background information and tell them the story, and they just look at you funny, and not “you told a funny story” funny, but “when will this freak shut up and leave me alone” funny?
You know that feeling when you turn on the shower and stick your hand in and it feels hot so you step in expecting warmth and the water is just barely above cool and you scream ‘arghhhhhhh!’ ?
You know that feeling when you come out of church, and you’re all full of the spirit, and you love your neighbor and god and the whole world, and you’re never going to let little things get to you and you’re always going to give and not take, and then before you know it it’s Monday morning and you’re dragging yourself out of bed at the last minute and cursing out all the other drivers on the way to work?
I don’t know if I should go to church more often, or not at all.
You know that feeling when you’ve been editing a document for a long time, and you exit, and the box comes up that asks if you want to save the changes, and just then something distracts you, and you click on “no”, and the instant you do, you know you’ve fucked up YOU STUPID BITCH, and you’ve lost 3 hours of work, and you’re just so damned tired, and now you’re going to have to stay at work really late and still do laundry when you get home, and when you try for a little sympathy, some asshole informs you that you should’ve had autosave on?
My life’s pretty much like that, but with fewer commas.
You know that feeling when you leave the apartment in the morning with a big grin on your face because it’s sunny outside and birds are singing and life is good, and you get an extra little thrill out of total strangers on the street responding to your good cheer and returning your smile, sometimes with a bonus chuckle, and then two blocks down the street you realize your fly has been open and your dong has been swinging in the breeze all this time?
You know how you hear that a song is “a good choogle” or “a chooglin’ song” and you fondly think back on all the times you’ve choogled to a song – except you can’t actually remember any times you have performed any conjugation of the verb to choogle, and it shakes your confidence, and then you start to wonder what would happen if one day you are called upon to choogle to a song and you worry that you might accidentally boogie, or get down, or bust a move, while all those about you are choogling in the accepted style?
That was my weekend since getting the Creedence Clearwater Revival Box Set.
You know that feeling you get when you slice open the skin between your fingers with paper, or even with a slim piece of cardboard, and there’s really no way to protect or bandage it, so you just have to feel the sting every time you move your hand, and since you type a lot you get to feel it all the damn time?
I feel that way all the time.
And you know that feeling you get when you think you are ready to jump out the window, so you can die and won’t have to think anymore or make anymore Really Important Life Decisions, but then you think, well, ouch, if I don’t die it will hurt like a mother for a long time, and then you realize that you are going to have to make another Really Important Life Decision about whether or not to jump out the window, and then you realize it is all a moot point anyway since you are on the first floor, because you have to be, because your body refuses to take you anywhere higher?
