Monthly Archives: August 2013
My Neighbour Errol: Guessing Games Part 2
I thought it was done. I thought it was over with. I thought that perhaps Errol had gotten bored or distracted or had simply run out of body parts.
I shouldn’t have gotten my hopes up. There in my texts this morning was a brand new “Guess the body part” photo. And yes, it was a body part that looked like a butt.
But you know what? This time I refuse to suffer alone in this. He wants to play a game? Well, I want others to play the game too. So I’m sharing it with you. The Internets. So that you too may share in the joy that is guessing which of Errol’s body parts looks like a butt.
Warning, the below picture, while the most tame of the bunch so far, still kind of looks like a butt. So cast your votes!…Which body part is this?!
Something interesting has been happening in video games lately.
Escort missions have become interesting and fun.
You remember escort missions, right? In which you’re tasked with protecting some poor, helpless character for a level or, heaven forbid, the entire game? Sometimes they’re meant to be a sidekick who is supposed to aid you in the game but has clearly grown up with a very different definition of “aid”.
My Neighbour Errol- Nature
My Neighbour Errol: Disneyland
I don’t consider myself a bitter or jealous person. I don’t hold grudges. I’m happy for my friends when they have awesome news. Oh, sure there are certain things in life that I would like to be easier. Money, time, a man servant to do my bidding….
But still, I like to think that I’m content with what I have and that I don’t spend my days embittered about all the things I don’t have. Read the rest of this entry
My Neighbour Errol: Phone Volume
This morning I was on my usual phone call with Errol. I was approaching the Second Cup and as per usual had to announce I was getting some tea and couldn’t talk, thus giving him the opening to torment me.
Normally I have my headphones so that at the very least I don’t look rude standing there with a phone to my ear. This morning though I had forgotten them.
So I thought to myself “Hey Manda, just take the phone away from your ear! That way you’ll be polite AND you won’t have to risk hearing Errol attempt to embarrass you!”
The following is an accurate description of what happened.
Me: (removes phone from ear) Hi, I’d like—
Errol’s voice: BUUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRP
Me: (looks slightly horrified as the belch reverberates through the otherwise silent Second Cup)
Errol’s voice: Everyone’s staring at me!
Baristas: (attempt to ignore everything that just happened)
In retrospect, turning the phone volume down would have been a better idea. I will never learn.
Manda Tries a Caramel Apple
For my thirtieth (ugh) birthday one of my friends gave me a caramel apple. I have never had a caramel apple before. Normal people would just eat it. I am not normal people, so I made a video.
I am oddly proud of this video. Mostly because well…I made it. I set up the camera, I shot it, I picked out the music and I edited it all myself. And I did it all in an evening! Now THAT is incredible, at least to me, she who usually takes six hours to shoot a one minute video.
It is weird though, because really it’s not all that impressive. I mean, I’ve come a long way since my Windows Movie Maker days (for those of you who have not experienced Windows Movie Maker, you lead a blessed life). But I have friends who can do fancy things like colour correction and animation and SPECIAL EFFECTS!
And yet I look at my video, with its hasty editing, crappy sound, and those two little bars at the top and bottom that I forgot were there but that I know drives Errol mad, and I think “LOOK AT THAT! I MADE THAT! IT’S AMAZING!”
It’s almost like having a kid. You see other people’s kids. You might think they’re pretty neat. But then you have your own and there is nothing better in the world. It doesn’t matter to me that other people’s video children are amazing athletes and getting science awards and my video child is in the corner eating glue, I made that video child! And then I’m like that annoying parent who keeps showing people photos of their children and talk about how amazing they are.
And it made ME laugh. Which is a feat. Oh, I laugh quite easily, but not always at myself.
So enjoy! Because I also got caramel in my hair and my suffering has to count for something.
Everybody has their own unique creative process. Mine is to panic.
This probably comes as a surprise to no one. After all, I am not known as a particularly calm person when it comes to my creative endeavors. Read the rest of this entry
My Neighbour Errol- Serious Talks
Believe it or not, Errol has the ability to be quite serious.
There we will be, chatting away when suddenly he will pause for a moment. Then, quite out of the blue, he will open up and want to talk about serious life issues or philosophy or simply vent about something that’s been on his mind. He will say surprisingly profound statements, speaking in a quiet, serious tone that doesn’t often come out.
Then he will burp. Loudly. And wonder why I haven’t offered to buy him wings. Read the rest of this entry