Monthly Archives: March 2013
Neil Gaiman Tweeted Me…and Normal People Don’t Care
For those of you who don’t know, back in November Errol and I wrote a musical webseries about NaNoWriMo (National Novel Writing Month). You can find all the episodes here.
It involved a ton of work that resulted in a lot of sleepless nights and bleary eyed days but it was also a great amount of fun and an experience I will remember for the rest of my life.
One of the songs Errol wrote was called “Neil Gaiman Tweeted Me”. Of course we wrote it for his character and there was a reason in the plot for including this, but it was also a way to chronicle the real life incidence when Neil Gaiman actually tweeted Errol. Errol went rather mad. See the song for proof:
My Neighbour Errol: sweetie
This is mostly a test to see how well this works from a phone, but I have to get this down:
I have a mean client at work. Poor Errol hears a lot of rants from me about him. Only today did he get something out of it:
Me: Mean client came in today.
Errol: was he mean?
Me: well, he treated me like I was stupid.
Errol: does he call you Ms. Whitney?
Me: no, he calls me sweetie. I hate it. It just makes me feel so–
Errol (gets a joyous glint in his eye)
Me: oh No….no, don’t you dare!
Errol: (claps his hands in delight)
Me: Jerk.
Errol: that’s not nice, sweetie.
Me: he can say it because he pays bills! I don’t have to accept it from you!
Errol: okay. I’m going to get more water sweetie.
Me: (fumes)
My Neighbour Errol- Awkward Hugs
I am not known as a…huggy person. It’s not that I don’t like them. Don’t get me wrong, I love hugs. When someone offers one, I will fully accept it. When I’ve known someone for ten years I am completely comfortable. But I’m not usually one to pass out hugs like cookies…then again, I’m not one to pass out cookies either.
I feel your pain, buddy. Those our OUR cookies.
Goodbye to the Elastic Ball
I’m in the middle of writing a script, and was going to use the next entry to pontificate on the creative process, but a tragedy has occurred, far greater than anything else that might happen today.
My elastic ball, an elastic ball I made myself from two measly elastics, that has been with me for six years, that is the one personal item on my desk…is gone.
I know, I know. I’m upset too.
My Neighbour Errol- Elevator Adventures
It’s official, I’m calling these posts My Neighbour Errol (for the non-Miyazaki fans, this is a play on My Neighbour Totoro). We always joke that if Errol were to have a sitcom, that would be it’s name. Since that is unlikely to happen, I might as well make good use of the name.
Potential show poster…
First: backstory. About a month ago, Errol got a new job, the first 9-5 job he’s had in about ten years. About a week into his new job, while bored on the bus, he decided to call me while I was getting ready for work. Since then, every morning, without fail, he has called me. I play a little game now called “Will Errol call before my alarm?”. The answer is usually yes, at least for the second alarm (that’s right, I have two alarms…I’m that scared). Heck, if it weren’t for my extreme paranoia, I could probably depend on him to be my alarm. Read the rest of this entry
My Friend
I have a friend named Errol. We make fun videos together. He is talented, creative and hilarious. He is also crazy, overwhelmingly enthusiastic and gets too much joy from my discomfort, which I have in abundance. For the five people who currently read this blog, this is not exactly news. But for those who may just be discovering this corner of the internet, I realized it may be a good idea to give a proper introduction to the man who will more than likely take up a quarter of this blog’s content. So here it is: an introduction to Errol.
This was on my phone wallpaper for weeks before I finally figured out how to get rid of it…
It begins!
In an attempt to practice my writing, I am starting up a blog. Right now, it is the barest of bones blog until I can get a nice, helpful friend to maybe teach me the ins and outs of designing this thing since all things internet tend to scare me a bit (okay, that’s a lie, I’m just lazy).
So welcome! My name is Manda! I am an actor, a writer, and a geek, the last of which will become painfully obvious as these entries go on in all likelyhood. I write many things like scripts, reviews and cheques, but I don’t actually have a space to share my thoughts on the random things that come up in my life. Well, I have my personal journal, but those are for emo thoughts, which is something I’d like to avoid here.
Instead you’ll get stuff like this…
Thoughts from the Test Chamber 