Improv Jamming

I've been very quiet recently but when life throws almost every awkward situation in your face it's hard to actually relax and do something creative especially something decent. But amongst the endless whirlwind some things fall into place just right and this week was one of those times. Behold! the improvisational fruit of 2 hours in the basement of a music shop,


Thats me drumming!
Yes it's not perfect but it was alot of fun. I would recommend Improv jamming with friends to anyone.

What do you think?
Ping your blog

Cognitive Bias

Now when it comes to an interesting point I find it hard not to talk about it, I find it helps me remember the thought and explaining it to someone else serves to better understand it, however it never ceases to amaze me how some people react to things I tell them.

Recently I have been reading about cognitive bias, a brief description of cognitive bias is : a pattern of deviation in judgement that happens in certain situations leading to irrationality.

I'm not going to go into it too much as Wikipedia is just over the page, but I was talking to an acquittance about this phenomenon to which she replied "I don't have any of those."

I love irony and I am just speechless at this statement as I'm certain that the denial of having any cognitive bias could in itself be a cognitive bias.

Thank you Irony. 

Gothams over dependence.

I employed the artistic talents of my good friend and band-mate Fraser for this accurate representation of how molly coddled Commissioner Gordon from the Batman franchise is. (If you don't know who Commissioner Gordon is you probably need to stay in more)

For more Poke fun making, sneaky grins and humour that doesn't have that strange earthy taste visit Fraser's blog over at :  http://mindhummus.blogspot.com/

ME!

I decided this post would be a little more about me why I started this blog and what it's for.

I'm Dan, Yes you probably knew that. I'm 25 I've been married for 5 years (6 in June) to a wonderful enduring wife, Becky. I am not neuro-typical, I'm generally described as weird and I embrace it.
I tend to think too much about life and like to keep it simple and honest, I think people make life difficult for themselves too often by complicating little things like "how many x's did he put on the end of the text he sent you?" and "well I won't say sorry until they do". Life is hard enough with work, illness and family to worry about things you have no control over and as for not saying sorry WHY NOT? admitting mistakes and encouraging peace make you a much better person and by far more in control over situations then anyone else.
Life is about self respect not self esteem, yes there is a difference. You earn self respect through action, self esteem is what you expect others to think of you, which as I mentioned before you have no control over.

This blog is dedicated to the little things I notice which I think don't seem to make sense in life and yes I will be moaning so more (with some silly posts in-between) I hope you have enjoyed it so far and continue to do so.


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What does Life mean to you?

Alien a nation

For the first few weeks I found it a little difficult to settle into my new workplace, Its Nothing to do with the actual work more to do with people. PEOPLE are difficult. The difficulties arose more in the break-room.
I am not used to keeping my mouth shut I like to be honest and make sure people know exactly where I stand on issues. One particular situation reared up when I revealed to co-workers I don't watch T.V "But.. I couldn't live without Television! What do you do?" One colleague retorted, I replied that that reaction is common and it almost seems like an addiction, I may point out that here ends the politeness and logic of the conversation.
This simple comment had upset everyone in the room, One colleague stormed out with the phrase "Alcohol and Drugs are addictions!" followed by another co-worker sprouting the unwittingly reinforcing statement "Saying T.V is an addiction is like saying drinking water and eating food is an addiction"
The end statement screamed out to me like a lonely Mars bar left on a bench still in its wrapper and once again I couldn't contain my disbelief "Are you comparing T.V to a fundamental necessity for human life?"
I didn't get answer, nor win any friends. Back to the Internets for me.

If you say 'gullible' slowly, it sounds like 'oranges'...

As a small child I was a rather rambunctious, not a problem child, just full of energy and very active. My brother and I were obsessed with the movie "Home Alone" we would spend hours trying to simulate the 'traps'.

One particular solo attempt was me tying one end of a string of wool to the curtain rail and the other to the bottom of the welsh dresser, standing on a chair armed with a coat hanger I prepared for my descent.
At that minute my uncle walked into the room with a puzzled look "does your Dad let you do that?" He quizzed. "....yes" I hurriedly replied. So he, shrugged and WALKED AWAY! I couldn't belive my luck, fortunately I realised the tautness of the wool wouldn't hold my weight and I abandoned the project.
As pleased as I was at the time I can't help but shake my head in disbelief now when I think back.
So I put the question to you :

What crazy things did you get away with as a kid?

Teenagers..

I'm not sure if I have already made it clear, But I am now working in a clothing retailers, It's not exciting work but it's work all the same and I intend to appreciate every minute of it. Unlike some of my new found colleagues..  
Increasingly I find myself over hearing conversations such as

Manager: "what are you doing?" 
Teenage employee: "oh I need something to do.."
Manager? "Why don't you put that stock out?"
T.E: "No. I always refuse to do Menswear"

Seriously? I don't get it, my brain refuses to believe that someone would be so dense as to cut off an entire section of a store just because (and I quote) "I don't like it". To illustrate my confusion here's my contribution to the conversation

"bu..? why..? fhe..?"

I have a vague recollection of what it was like to hate work, but after being unemployed for several months I found myself getting bored of being bored, and 'apparently' the microwave can only take so much punishment and experimentation before it also wants to leave the house, But now when I get tired from working gives me an enormous sense of well being and satisfaction.

Someone was telling me I'm losing my touch with young people, but I'm inclined to believe there an idiot too.

P.S Check out my new background! isn't it groovy?

Party Idiots

Id like to confess something, Im not as confident as I claim most of the time. Yes I look like a movie-star and act cool but would you belive that under the devillish good looks and fancy banter is a small worried child? Nope didn't think so and you'd be right. putting aside my lack of modesty and actually getting to the point I find alot of people nowadays don't seem to understand how to socialise, I've noticed 2 types #1 The shy and #2 the Idiot.


Now we have all seen the shy, and I'm very familiar with the behaviour, sits in the corner, doesnt approach anyone and NEVER dances and often leaves feeling neglected and unwanted because nobody has bothered to talk to them, of course the obvious solution is to try and approach other people, but more often then not this effort is halted by the 2nd type. The Idiot.


The Idiot is a self-absorbed nobody, concerned only with making friends with people who they belive will raise their social status, symptoms include uninterested one word answers to your questions, no reciprication, minimal eye contact and a dead tone (like the phone left off the hook).


Now I speak to all the shy's out there when I say, if you are at a party and you discover your talking to an idiot, leave, LEAVE NOW! Find someone interesting to talk to, find a fellow shy and try and bring them out of their shell, become the person you want to talk to you. Those actions prove you are better then Idiots. Take solace in that fact. I know I have

Your  fellow shy.
Dan

P.S I'm now on Google+, you can find me as Dan Hillman.

Complimentions

There is a very clear difference between my wife Becky and myself, Becky has a lovely ability of seeing the best in everyone, something you will no doubt have noticed I lack and  I'd be lying if I said it didn't cause some complications. The biggest being how I want my ashes disposed of when I die. I have given Becky very specific instructions. I will give her a list of people and I would like her to take my urn of ashes round to each one take a handful of ash and throw it in each persons face, then point and laugh. Becky refuses to do what I feel is a very reasonable request. Instead she suggested baking a cake for everyone.