TTISI: Writing PPA · 5:19am Apr 27th, 2020
Obligatory penis joke.
BeeP
Y’know, I was leaving the television on for background noise as I was writing, and I realized that, as I was watching Psych, I got most of my personality from various characters of that show. It’s a great watch, eight seasons, comedy, drama, a throbbing heart for references some people might get, it’s right up my alley.
BeeP
For fuck’s sake, how many god damn things does this shit auto correct. People always pm me various spelling mistakes, and I’m telling you now, most of the ones that slip past me are ones that are autocorrected. It pisses me off to no end when I have to rewrite Celestia five times (that time took two rewrites).
BeeP
Oh shit, I have no idea how to end this chapter. I mean, it’d be kind of awkward to leave it on that, but I don’t want to delay the chapter’s publishing even further... eeeeeehhhh fuck it, here’s what I’ll do. It probably won’t help much, but oh well.
BeeP
Did I ever give Pony IRS a name? Like, I could’ve sworn I made an IRS joke at some point, but I can’t remember if it was the Pony IRS, or not.... oh well. It’s Anon talking, so it’s fine.
BeeP
Moosus skadoosus, STOP CORRECTING, IT’S NOT AN OOPSUS
BeeP
So, one thing that’s been getting me through lately is just finally taking the time to read some fanfics that I haven’t caught up on. The most notable ones are: A Crafter’s Dream (keep goin’ bud, you got this), To Anon From HRH Sunbutt (of course, alongside Dear Princess Sunbutt, I’m sad that Sunbutt won’t be replying by Snow anymore, and if Snow sees this, that felt like genuine Celestia quotes, not gonna lie), re-read Anon And The Friendly Fire Folk, This Is a Stickup, Changeling Space Program, and of course, you people’s comments. Seriously, quarantine has been a little hard because my friends and family are all freaking out. Hell, I had to write a college-essay’s worth of words to calm down a friend of mine who has been getting slammed for work.
And of course, my biggest thank you, to you McDonald’s workers. I appreciate how y’all did not question my order of two Mocha Frappes, two Sausage Egg McGriddles, and a Diet Coke, despite the fact that I was obviously the only one who was gonna stress eat it. If you were concerned, don’t worry, one griddle’s in the fridge, and I drank the Diet Coke as dessert. No, I don’t know how I haven’t died of diabetes, or how I’m still losing weight, but you know what, I’m not gonna question it.
BeeP
So, starting a couple weeks ago, every Sunday morning, there’s a church near where I live, and they have been having service out front with speakers. No one’s there but the tech people and the preacher, and because of the speakers, he’s able to preach without breaking the social distancing thing. However, the last thing I want to hear bright and early Sunday morning at eight o’clock AM, is a very enthusiastic guy talking about the love of Jesus and God loud enough that I can almost hear him through my closed window and the pillow around my ears. No hostile ill towards y’all, I’m only irritated because I actually had to read the Bibble so much as a kid that I already remember most of the verse, or at least an abridged version. Oh God, what if there’s an abridged version of the Bibble? Oh wait- *deadpans at Early Catholic Churches who’s era I can’t remember the name of* Martin Luther had a point, assholes. The 95 theses wasn’t for nothing.
BeeP
God, I had to look up what Martin Luther’s name was, so I bet that my FBI agent is thinkin’ “what the hell?” as I was typing ‘The guy who defied the Catholic Church’... ‘The monk who defied catholic church.’... ‘The monk who defied the Catholic Church with 90-something laws’. My history memory is getting a bit off. I mean, it doesn’t affect my daily life whatsofuckingever, but it’s funny to be the only guy at a party going,
Me: ‘Oh yeah, I‘d like my girlfriend with a mindset of an Early Greek, they don’t give a fuck about your size, if anything, the bigger the worse, and I’m not talking about height or width of the dude’s stance.... I’m talking about-‘
Random girl/guy I’m talking to: okay, stop. Yeah, I get it, could you stop being weird and drink your Dr Pepper, I need to get another beer if I’m gonna be listening to you ramble on like a lunatic.
BeeP
Hm?... Oh, okay. So I’m interrupted from writing this, because some rich-ass person is sad about the fact they can’t eat out in a shrimp restaurant... welp, I need to find a helicopter, because I need to start the quest in search for: ‘WHOEVER THE FUCK ASKED.’
BeeP
Oh Jesus, this Uh... no, I don’t think... oh fuck how... no, no...
BeeP
Okay, how can I make Discord make no sense?... fuck it, monocle. Make him a classy bastard.
BeeP
yeah, quarantine sucks ass. i feel ya, buddy.
I'm the same way about news outlets reporting on a celebrity's boredom/inability to do anything. I mean, cool. I get it. Slow news period. But seriously, NO ONE FUCKING CARES!
Why does he have to make no sense? Because he didn't understand the fun of it during Season 2?