Category Archives: My Neighbour Errol

My Neighbour Errol: Guilt Pie

Last night:

(knock on door)

Errol’s daughters: PIE! PIE PIE PIE! (translation:  Do you want pie?)

Me: Sure!

Up in Errol’s kitchen:

Me: This is awesome pie!

Errol’s daughter: Is there enough for seconds?!

Errol’s wife: There’s one little sliver left. Did everyone get some?

Errol: No, I gave up my slice for Manda.

Me: (looks horribly guilty)

Errol: (not looking up from his knitting with stupid face) I don’t even need to look at your face. I can just feel the guilt. It’s awesome.

Me: (looks horribly embarrassed)

Errol: I don’t even like rhubarb pie.

Me: (resists the urge to snatch away his knitting needles and stab him in his stupid face)

My Neighbour Errol: Sparklies (aka Video Games Part 2)

I have been officially moved in for a week! The Cavern is lovely. Dim and cold, but lovely and big. I will make a proper post about it once I get these insane amount of boxes unpacked. I have been pretty distracted.

One of the distractions has of course been the inevitable Errol visits. With a Playstation 3 and N64 within such close proximity, video game consumption has tripled in the last three weeks, as has juice and popcorn consumption.

Hopefully I won't turn into this.

Hopefully I won’t turn into this.

Playing video games with Errol is always an adventure. I’ve talked a bit before about Errol’s obsessive compulsive treatment of video games. And that’s no different than it was before. But WHAT he gets obsessed with and just how much he transforms into an ADD 5 year old on sugar is harder to predict.

Take Ocarina of Time. An older game rife with exploration and side quests. There are secrets and items in every corner. Characters to talk to. Ledges that just beg to be climbed. And weapons like the big Goron sword.

Seriously...this will make your game easier.

Seriously…this will make your game easier.

Does Errol get excited about any of these? No, he whines that it’s going to take too long to get the weapon which will clearly make the rest of the game far easier for him. At most, he will spend 5 minutes on a quest before getting tired and whiny.

He barely even spent time fishing!

He barely even spent time fishing!

But then he will enter a room full of rocks. And will not rest until all of those rocks are smashed or bombed. This might take ten minutes. There will be absolutely no point to it. But Errol doesn’t care. Those rocks need to be smashed.

Okay, I know there was good stuff to find, but not EVERY ROCK NEEDED TO BE BROKEN!

Okay, I know there was good stuff to find, but not EVERY ROCK NEEDED TO BE BROKEN!

Then there’s Uncharted 2. There is a pretty linear storyline and guards to avoid and take down. There is a grand mystery to solve!

Why, hello, Mr. Drake...we meet again...sigh.

Why, hello, Mr. Drake…we meet again…sigh.

But then  Errol discovered a small, sparkly thing that turned out to be a treasure. Does the treasure add much to the game? Not really, it’s just something pretty to look at. You might get a PS3 trophy at most.

Errol will spend hours scouring the landscape for small, sparkly treasure. Hours.

Every time that sparkle appears, Errol has a purpose for life.

Every time that sparkle appears, Errol has a purpose for life.

The moment we enter an area, is his first concern what might shoot at him, or what puzzles there are? No.

“SPARKLY! SPARKLIES!”

The worst part about this is that I’m not even really justified in my criticism. Because his method works. He is successful at finding and getting to the sparklies. I am pretty certain he has found almost every treasure so far in the game. And so no matter how much I may sigh or swear as he goes behind yet another statue to search, it always ends with him looking smugly over at me to rub that success in my face.

You know the face.

You know the face.

And then finally, there’s Ni No Kuni. Are there lots of things to find here? Not really. But the game is terrible for Errol’s last weird video game habit: refusal to use any helpful item ever.

This game goes out of its way to make sure you are stocked up with bread (which replenishes your health). Not only that, but you earn money from your fights so that if you need to buy more bread, you can do so. Not only THAT, but sometimes enemies give you bread!

See?! SO MANY LOAVES!

See?! SO MANY LOAVES!

Does Errol EVER use ANY of his health items? His health will be circling the drain, some little adorable pokemon type monster will be completely destroying him, his poor avatar will be gasping with breath, wishing SOMETHING would heal him.

But no. Errol flat out refuses to actually USE anything he collects. And it is STRESSFUL to watch. Not even so much because he’s dying but because IT WOULD BE SO SIMPLE TO FIX THIS PROBLEM!

Me watching Errol play.

Me watching Errol play.

And does he try to find health afterwards? No, with 5/40 hit points left, he goes barreling into another monster.

Monsters like THIS!

Monsters like THIS!

And wins. Somehow. Friggin…

The only thing that gives Errol greater joy than sparklies is watching me get more and more frustrated as he gets distracted or stressed when he REFUSES TO TAKE HEALTH AND IS ON THE BRINK OF DYING!

The same goes for Last of Us, a game which gives you a limited storage for supplies and practically forces you to use them if you want to collect any more. This did not sit well with Errol:

Errol: I wanna pick up those bandages!

Me: You can’t.

Errol: But why not?! (begins to hyperventilate as the character wildly flails around the random item he can’t pick up)

Me: Because you have to use up the other bandages you already have.

Errol: But that will use them up!

Me: But there are more bandages RIGHT THERE! Make a Molotov!

Errol: I don’t wanna get rid of the bandages!

Me: Well, let’s move on then.

Errol: But I can’t just leave an item like this behind!

Me: BAAAARGH!

What I felt like doing.

What I felt like doing.

Actually, I think I’ve figured it out. Errol is simply the hoarder of video games. The magpie if you will. He collects and keeps absolutely every useless object and then hoards it to himself for useful reason.

I think it might time…for an intervention.

Intervention

My Neighbour Errol: New Words

No pics, no lengthy post, just a quick story in my month of crazy :D.

Errol has a tendency to make up random words and sounds. It’s all part of the complete lack of filter between his brain and mouth which is rarely in control in normal situations and even less so when he is in his own home. He is barely aware of half the stuff he says. When he finds a word that amuses him however, he will fixate like a cat on a random speck of dust.

Which brings us to such phone conversations:

Me: Hello?

Errol: Hoomda Hoomda!

Me: Um…hey…how’s it going?

Errol: Hooomda!

Me: Uh huh…what are you up to?

Errol: Hoomda!….hooomdaaaa

Me: Right…

This wouldn’t be so bad except that a mere ten minutes later as I was walking out the door…

“Hooomda, hoomda, got my keys…hooomda!…”

Well, crap. It seems to be contagious. Either that, or it’s my tendency to absorb the speech patterns of others…

No, it’s Errol. He is a virus.

My Neighbour Errol: Opening Night Nerves

It’s true that since becoming friends with Errol, I have had to get used to random outbursts of crazy.

I say random...I should say constant.

I say random…I should say constant.

But on the other side of things, Errol has had to get used to my frequent nervous spells. It’s not easy dealing with a nervous Manda (ask…any of my friends). And there is no worse nervous spell than the terror that is Opening Night.

This Canadian show actually gives a perfect representation of Opening Night crazies.

This Canadian show actually gives a perfect representation of Opening Night crazies.

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My Neighbour Errol: My…ACTUAL Neighbour

When I created this series of blog posts, I chose the name “My Neighbour Errol” in honour of “My Neighbour Totoro”, which Errol has more than an unhealthy obsession for.

Just...a titch...

Just…a titch…

What I DIDN’T think about when doing these blogs was that the name would become some weird self-fulfilling prophecy.

That’s right. It’s happening. As of May 2014 “My Neighbour Errol” is going to be quite literal. I will bid farewell to the Test Chamber and move into Errol’s basement apartment in his house. Read the rest of this entry

My Neighbour Errol- Siblings

Did you know that Errol has a sister? Errol has a sister. Her name is Lizette. Or Leezet.

She is the ultimate Errol survivalist. As the younger sister, there is not one moment in her life that was not filled with Errol. It is a testament to her strength that she somehow got to adulthood in one piece.

Actually I am amazed this was never a result.

Actually I am amazed this was never a result.

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My Neighbour Errol- Plague

Errol has found a new addictive game. It is called Plague and it is for the Android. In it, you get to create your own disease and attempt to infect the entire world before they come up with a cure.

I would accept these adorable bacteria!

I would accept these adorable bacteria!

Now, one of the interesting characteristics of this game is that you get to name your disease…and also e-mail your friends about its progress…you can see where this is going. Read the rest of this entry

My Neighbour Errol: Attention

Having Errol as a creative partner has its benefits. He’s got a good sense of humour. He is a fountain of awesome ideas.

But then there’s also some rather frustrating sides to the deal. And no, I’m not just talking about the fake butt pictures.

Bet you didn't want to see that again, did you?

Bet you didn’t want to see that again, did you?

You see, Errol has many other creative partners. Including a band which eats about 80% of his time. And a full time job. And a family who occasionally needs him around. And… Read the rest of this entry

My Neighbour Errol: Contests

So TIFF (The Toronto International Film Festival) is having a showcase this month of all the Studio Ghibli films (creators of Totoro, Spirited Away, etc.). Don’t know who Studio Ghibli is? Then you have clearly not met Errol.

aka, the man who learned to knit so he could make Totoros.

aka, the man who learned to knit so he could make Totoros.

Errol is one of the biggest Studio Ghibli fanboys there is. Heck, the name of this blog is an homage to My Neighbour Totoro. So naturally upon hearing that he could spend an entire month seeing their films in theatres, Errol got a titch excited. Read the rest of this entry

My Neighbour Errol: Phone Pictures

Never give your phone to Errol. This is one of the first rules you will learn when Errol becomes your friend.

Why? Well, other than having access to your twitter and e-mail and all sorts of things he can mess with, you will receive your phone back with this staring back at you:

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