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Telephone Terrors
Sometimes I wonder what I would have been like had I been born in another time.
For instance, if I’d been born in the 16th century or somewhere thereabouts, my pasty skin and larger figure would be fawned over by men everywhere because it would indicate I was rich and attractive rather than lazy and…well, pasty.
Although according to most paintings I’d have to be naked like, all the time.
If I’d been a teenager in the 80’s, my frizzy hair would be the envy of men and women alike. I would be teasing up a storm instead of hiding it under a mountain of mousse.
2 minutes and a hairdryer…then I’d be their god
And had I been born anywhere before the twentieth century, I would not have to use the terrifying contraption that is the telephone.
Buh Buh BUUUUHHH
My Neighbour Errol: Texting
There is a spot behind on my computer desk, just behind the moniter, that has no phone signal. I only realized this a couple of days ago when my phone was sitting there and not making any noise despite me seeing emails pop up on my computer.
Remember when we just did this on phones? Good times.
My Neighbour Errol- Video Games
Do you like to play video games? Yes? Awesome. Then you could be good friends with Errol. But do you like to FINISH those video games in a timely manner?…If the answer is also yes, you probably want to take a moment before letting him near your console.
Much like Stitch, he LOOKS harmless….
3 Geeks In A Pod
Hey guys! There will be a real post soon but in the meantime I’m posting about a fun project I do! Every Sunday night at 8pm EST I do a live video podcast called 3 Geeks In A Pod. Every week we discuss geeky topics…with a lot of going off topic…anyway, this week we’ll be discussing the new kids’ show Gravity Falls (note: it’s AWESOME). If you’re interested, tune in! Well, that’s the youtube link. There’s also going to be a chat!
My Neighbour Errol- Guessing Games
Sigh…Errol has a new text message game he likes to play. It’s called “Guess the Body Part”. Once a day, I will receive a picture of a close-up of one of Errol’s body parts. And I have to guess what it is. Simple enough, you might say. Except absolutely every picture uncannily resembles…a bum.
Not quite, but still more appealing than what I mean.
My Neighbour Errol- Co-Dependence
My next entry is going to be some insight into my writing process, but for now, here’s a quick anecdote to tide the 12 people who read this over.
In a moment of weakness…or weirdness, I joined okCupid. This blog is the only place I will admit that :D. This entry is certainly not going on facebook (edit: okay…I totally did…). It’s a weird little place with weird sets of codes. I will probably only last two weeks. I haven’t told many people about it, but I did tell Errol. This…might have been a mistake: Read the rest of this entry
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- 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
Thoughts from the Test Chamber 