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Derwood
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- Written by: Rod Boyle
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And for some reason I just remembered him. Someone I worked with 20 odd years ago.
An ass, really, tall - apparently good looking (the girls liked him) - and - well, the stories tell themselves.
Derren, spelled with 2 e's, I'm not certain it wasn't an affectation, or Derwood as I'd call him but you had to be careful he could be a bit "touchy". In your face sort-of touchy.
His story, his go-to story was about how he was on a midget hockey team *(he's in his 30's) and there was a guy there he didn't like. Cock of the Walk. A little too arrogant for Derren's taste. Nobody liked him.
This is a common thing in these stories, we justify our actions by saying "nobody liked him", and this, because there's no way anyone can check, it's a sphere of acquaintance we have no access to, we trust in the narrator.
I don't think I trusted Derren.
Anyways, they're going out of town to play at an overnight tournament and Derren had had enough of him. Was going to teach him a lesson, if you know what I mean.
So he took a shit in a zip-lock bag and froze it, and when they were getting on the bus dumped the frozen shit in his hockey bag.
By the time they got to the tournament and unpacked the shit was fully thawed. Messy.
Derren's laughing, boy, that sure shut him up!
And that's how Derren taught him a lesson.
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Now Derren had grabbed the bus-boy, young, impressionable, nice kid. And too young to know any better and maybe, just maybe he was believing the stuff Derren was telling him.
Derren was telling him how Humble he was. I mean, laying it on thick; "You will never meet anyone humbler than I" sort of stuff, this after yet another "He Shoots - He Scores" saved the game sort of story, and he's repeating it over and over until - finally - I've had enough.
I interrupt. "I don't think 'humble' means what you think it means" I tell Derren, bus boy overhearing. "Humble people don't go around telling people how humble they are...".
Derren was unprepared for this. He was never prepared for any sort of battle of wits, and resented any correction. He drew himself up to full height, there was gonna be a hockey brawl, only another waiter - Dion, was nearby and laughing. And while he hated me he looked up to Dion and so my life was saved for another day...
The Menu
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- Written by: Rod Boyle
- Category: Film
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This was good. A pretty accurate cast of customers and staff in a high-end restaurant. With an end that every staff member has at one time or another fantasized about.
More and more films on this as of late, genre films like "Triangle of Sadness" and "Parasite" that talk about the overthrow of the clueless patrons and elite who quite literally feed upon the misery of their servants.
Ralph Fiennes plays an excellent chef, the power dynamic is spot on, it's clear they Paid a Writer. This is pretty rare these days, you have to applaud them.
I mean, I worked here, not even a year ago...
The Reddit Rat-Trap
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- Written by: Rod Boyle
- Category: Creative
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Meanwhile, when not working spending far too long scrolling Reddit.
I go back to it 2, sometimes 3 times a day. Boredom, restlessness.
I need to stop and so I conceived an invention. The Reddit Rat-Trap. Basically, when you've scrolled just a little too far it comes down hard on your fingers and lets you know it's time to stop.
Run the concept through Dall-E and get the results:
It takes a few tries to get close to what I'm looking for:
Not precisely what I wanted...
Close enough. AI is not quite the solution yet, but - while playing with it might wean me away from Reddit it clearly isn't going to get my work done for me.
The Toothache
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- Written by: Rod Boyle
- Category: Blog
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Bloody Hell.
I first noticed it Tuesday. By Friday the left side of my face was swollen beyond recognition.
I have an appointment, cleaning, at the dentist, the next couple weeks or so, but this won't make it.
I head down for an emergency visit.
Dentist closed until Monday.
Now - I mean, there's been troubles, for sure, with my teeth, and I've been a trooper at ignoring every warning sign, but now, now, it's getting to be a bit much.
I mean, wasn't it just 3 months ago the last visit? And every visit brings the next one closer. I'm not ready for this old age and misery.
Friday, woke to no internet, and I'm scheduled to volunteer but instead lay on the sofa, in misery, waiting for the Shaw Guy to come and fix it.
By the end of the day, no Shaw Guy, no better, and so I'm off to emergency, the Nelson General, a 3 hour wait for a prescription I knew I would get, fill prescription, begin.
Today, same old, moon pie face and it gets worse as the day progresses...
I'm sure, certain it will get better, but in the interim it's wait it out...
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