My Neighbour Errol: Self-promotion
Once again, there are a couple of things I’d like to post about, one of which is a big announcement for my videos, and once again I’ve decided to post about Errol instead. But this time it’s a time sensitive post, so it takes the priority spot.
Errol is great at promotion. If you have a project or fundraiser that you need to be promoted, he will gladly promote it. If you’re shy about asking people for money or asking them to take time out of their schedules for you, Errol will talk about it to others until he is blue in the face (that hasn’t happened yet). Read the rest of this entry
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.
My Neighbour Errol: Fears and Failures
This one’s a bit more serious :D. Again. Man, I’ve got to stop reflecting so much.
There’s a bit of a joke we have amongst ourselves about Errol: he wins everything. Whether it’s board games, creative endeavors or arguments, the man simply cannot be beat. Okay, that’s not 100% true, I’m pretty certain that if Errol were to be plunked into a football game or swimming race he would flail about helplessly. Also, I beat him at 7 Wonders once. It was the greatest day of my life.
My Neighbour Errol- The Stupid Face
Errol always loves to tease and provoke others. This is common knowledge. But there are those occasions when there is an extra special joy he gets out of making someone truly uncomfortable. When this happens, when he knows he has pushed someone’s buttons, or has rendered them into an uncomfortable panicked silence, something truly magical happens.
Wait…did I say magical? I meant infuriating. A glint will enter his eyes, his mouth will widen in an open smile, his head will bob from side to side in delight, and an air of extreme smug joy will permeate the air. I have come to call this: The Stupid Face. Beware it. It feeds off your embarrassment.
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.
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.
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