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Today I was juggling for money, in that I was at work and I was learning how to juggle on company time. The circus skills guy is called Harry and he's a regular fixture at my workplace where we're always trying to get the students to do stuff whether they like it or not. Whenever we need a bit of team-building or confidence training or any other buzzword we call Harry and he brings his juggling balls and devil sticks down until senior management are happy that we're all having fun.
I like the diablo, but despite the fact that I must now have been through Harry's circus school half a dozen times I still can't do it very well. I can throw it up and catch it but that took me almost a year and I haven't progressed much further. Circus trainers have a weird effect on people, we seem desperate for their approval. It's so rare that we're actually starting to learn an elementary skill any more that it almost seems imperative that we have constant re-assurance. Every time I twizzled that devil stick or caught the diablo I was looking up to Harry for approval and possibly a treat. A weird phenomenon.
Today I met someone who dosn't know how to do McDonalds. I didn't think these people existed outside of some former Yugoslavian territories but a middle aged guy who was with us had no idea how McDonalds worked. He was trying to order a McMuffin at 1.30pm, didn't understand the concept of the meal deal, couldn't work out where the bin was and thought that he had to eat outside because he mistakenly asked for his filet o'fish 'to go'. He assumed there was some VAT related reason why they even bothered differentiating between 'to go' and 'to eat in' and was probably worried that the manager would come and turf him out of a seat or demand an extra 6p if he didn't immediately vacate the premises.
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My brother borrowed my laptop whilst I was away and now it won't load the internet from our wireless router for absolutely no reason. The little dialogue bubble keeps taunting me by saying 'Connected to Belkin54g, and the signal is bloody brilliant, why don't you dive in?'. Then I click on Firefox and it looks back at me as if I'm an idiot. I feel like it's the internet equivalent of gluing a pound coin to the pavement and watching people try to pick it up.
I have some new pics of Zachary Quinto at the Ojai playwrights conference that I found through clever sleuthing (or clicking on their weblink, as it's sometimes known) and I feel fine.
I had another damn sex dream about a slightly embarrassing TV actor. Ten DS points if you can guess who it was (Kev, you can't play and I wish i had never told you).
Tomorrow I'm off to London to see The Cribs. Hurray!
I like the diablo, but despite the fact that I must now have been through Harry's circus school half a dozen times I still can't do it very well. I can throw it up and catch it but that took me almost a year and I haven't progressed much further. Circus trainers have a weird effect on people, we seem desperate for their approval. It's so rare that we're actually starting to learn an elementary skill any more that it almost seems imperative that we have constant re-assurance. Every time I twizzled that devil stick or caught the diablo I was looking up to Harry for approval and possibly a treat. A weird phenomenon.
Today I met someone who dosn't know how to do McDonalds. I didn't think these people existed outside of some former Yugoslavian territories but a middle aged guy who was with us had no idea how McDonalds worked. He was trying to order a McMuffin at 1.30pm, didn't understand the concept of the meal deal, couldn't work out where the bin was and thought that he had to eat outside because he mistakenly asked for his filet o'fish 'to go'. He assumed there was some VAT related reason why they even bothered differentiating between 'to go' and 'to eat in' and was probably worried that the manager would come and turf him out of a seat or demand an extra 6p if he didn't immediately vacate the premises.
More DS Bulletins
My brother borrowed my laptop whilst I was away and now it won't load the internet from our wireless router for absolutely no reason. The little dialogue bubble keeps taunting me by saying 'Connected to Belkin54g, and the signal is bloody brilliant, why don't you dive in?'. Then I click on Firefox and it looks back at me as if I'm an idiot. I feel like it's the internet equivalent of gluing a pound coin to the pavement and watching people try to pick it up.
I have some new pics of Zachary Quinto at the Ojai playwrights conference that I found through clever sleuthing (or clicking on their weblink, as it's sometimes known) and I feel fine.
I had another damn sex dream about a slightly embarrassing TV actor. Ten DS points if you can guess who it was (Kev, you can't play and I wish i had never told you).
Tomorrow I'm off to London to see The Cribs. Hurray!
