Showing posts with label the art of falling like toast. Show all posts
Showing posts with label the art of falling like toast. Show all posts

Thursday, June 11, 2009

I could write em on the back of my hand.


You've see the scene: Megalomaniacal genius watches proudly as his protege destroys the innocents. The younger looks to the elder: You taught me everything I know......
(Ok, be a nitpicker- megalomaniacs don't have proteges, blah, blah, blah)

Anyway: School had its uses (one of which was not being able to find the accent for the word 'protege' on my keyboard, but teaching me how to write it longhand), but really, I have learned so many more vital things through observing people...
  • How to tie a noose (Thanks, CubScout Movement)
  • How to roll when you hit the ground as you fall off a truck
  • How to make a bomb using swimming pool chemicals (Note: Feds, I am not publishing that, ever...)
  • How to run like the wind when said bomb goes off prematurely in neighbours garage, destroying it, and all the stock for his business.
  • How to pick the biggest bowl of pudding at one glance
  • How to fall off a plate, butter side up. Oh, wait, haven't learned that one yet...
  • How to control the urge to throttle bigoted people. (Still not mastered)
  • How to wipe off hand-clam when you meet new people without them noticing
  • How to do a zerbet (Note: this is a subtle thing- babies teeter between crying with laughter, and just crying).

I could go on, but perhaps you'd like to add some tricks of your own. Things that have helped you, that you didn't learn by putting on a uniform and flunking exams for...