scurrying around like a small rodent

The only "Odyssey" I care about was manufactured in 2013 by Honda, speaks Japanese, and drives in the Forgotten Realms.

“this fic will have only ten chapters” and other lies writers tell themselves

“this is a one shot, I swear” the infamous sequel

and the third part: “i won’t start writing this, I have to finish other things first”

“I can finish writing this” the fanfic no one asked for.

“I swear, that’s really the final chapter count.”

“i’m going to get this done and post it by tomorrow”

“I’m totally not going to start writing a new fanfic before I’ve finished the last one,” says the person who is now writing four.

“I’m totally in the zone to write this one fic. I can finish it in two days.” Muse is gone by then

“I have the last 20,000 words outlined, I just need to sit down and write them.”

“Since it is so likely that (children) will meet cruel enemies, let them at least have heard of brave knights and heroic courage. Otherwise you are making their destiny not brighter but darker.” ― C.S. Lewis

Unless you were a tech at NASA back in the day, when one time some hydrogen a) escaped in a particular building, and b) caught on fire. This was extremely difficult because hydrogen does NOT burn on the visible spectrum humans evolved to see (and flee). Rather, it technically does, but it’s so pale that in practice, no one could see it. Additionally, pure hydrogen burns without smoke and with so little ambient heat that you can’t really sense it till you walk into it. So, per the lore, for a few days all the techs in that building just walked around brandishing brooms in front of them like lances. If your broom lit on fire, congrats! You have located more burning hydrogen! Do not proceed!

this morning i got a spam call that just played clown waiting music for a few seconds and then hung up on me. which really pissed me off a lot

Scam likely