“Aren’t you a little short for a stormtrooper?”
Under the Bonnet
I’m glad there are people like mechanics, because this means nothing to me.
Weetabix TV Advert
The new Weetabix advert cracks me up.
Guy taking a photo of the Google Car on Ecclesall Road in Sheffield.
I wonder if he still has his photo.
Whas It?
You know how occasionally you’ll write an everyday word and it just looks misspelled? I just had that with ‘brightening’. Right now, that word just looks messed up to me, but I’ve copied and pasted it into three online dictionaries and it checks out. Even looking at it now, it just looks wrong.
For the record, when I’m writing fast, I also have major problems with maybe/maby and baby/baybe.
One time, when I was at school, I wrote a story called ‘Was It?’, which was your stereotypical schlock about someone having a dream, but then waking up and seeing something that made them doubt whether it actually was a dream. In this case, he saw sand on his shoes after dreaming about a big adventure in the desert.
But that’s not the point.
The point is that I initially called it ‘Whas It?’. I realised my mistake and tippexed it out. And then did it again. Feeling like a prick, I tippexed it out again and, I swear, I did it again!
Fucking words.
Movie of the Day
Brightening your day, every day.
Shaun: Oh, my God. She’s so drunk!
I went to school with her (Nicola Cunningham), although she was in the year above me.
Fact!
Creepy Greenhouse
I’ll admit that I forgot about my photo a day thing, so I had to grab this at the last minute.
What’s a record?
Student: “What are those in the black cases?”
Me: “They’re records. Have you seen a record player before?”
Another student: “No, those are something they used in the olden days.”All of my students were born in the current millenium, so I wonder how many of them have seen cassette tapes before. I’ve mostly used my iPod, which is an amazing tool for elementary general music classes! But now they’re begging me to hear what a record sounds like…
How my mind works
My new favourite mechanic called me today, to tell me that he’d finished the last bit of work he’s doing on my engine, and that the car was ready to pick up. I told him that I’d get the bus and that I’d be there in about 45 minutes. He told me that he had another job to get to, but that he’d wait for me before he headed out (see, I told you he was awesome).
On the bus journey, there’s a tight corner before a bridge, where the road goes over the railway tracks. I was sitting on the top deck of the bus and, for absolutely no reason at all, I told myself that if the bus fell off the road onto the railway tracks, I should remember to call the mechanic to tell him that I wasn’t going to be there for a while and that he should head off to the other job straight away.
Why aren’t I locked up?
