The Correct Way to Roll the Toilet Paper

This, so far, has been my favourite vlog creation. 

I actually planned a timeline showing each of the sections of footage needed to be filmed, plus constructed story boards showing how each would overlay. Doing this helped immensely, and ensured I was able to construct the video in less than two hours, allowing for reshoots (which I didn’t need). 

The intro was a last minute idea of which the soundbyte (3,2,1,etc) is now used in a few newer clips.
Watchit, have a giggle, and leave a comment wherever you see.

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Casey, Your Knees Will Not Stop You!

I feel for Casey Neistat, I actually do. According to his latest video: His left knee creaks when he kneels. Presumably it is more noticeable when he runs. So he is concerned that he may never be able to run again.

I gave up running about 2 years ago, at least for long distances, because of multiple injuries suffered over the last 30-ish years. Casey, here is my list of injuries. They are why I feel for you.

1. I shattered my right knee in a silly accident 12 months ago. Stretched the ACL close to tearing. Took 6 months to fully recover, and now I feel it daily. So I know that pain. Condition as of August 2017.

Severely Sprained Ankle2. Multiple injuries in a freak accident in 2011. Not for the squeamish.

  • Left arm: Fracture, underside, close to elbow.
  • Right arm: Wrist strained & cutup from impact with bitumen
  • Left leg: Knee slashed, looked like needing stitches, instead has largest band-aid
  • Right leg: Ankle so heavily strained suspected broken. apparently not, yet swollen so bad that it looked like someone had shoved a hard-boiled egg down my leg.
  • Face: Right side battered, bruised and embedded with bits of bitumen.

3. I broke both arms in a freak bicycle accident in 1992. Took 2 weeks to get out of my hospital because the doctors wanted me to be independent in the bathroom… you get the picture.

4. In 1990-ish I lacerated the rear of my right ankle severely on a metal bike-pedal. Had both pedals replaced with plastic within months. The ankles were strapped to stop movement to stop the continuous bleeding when I walked. Took a few weeks to recover.

Tubes of Green5. In 1985, whilst holidaying in Queensland, we visited Wet’n’Wild. It was a lot different back then.
Anyhow, I was ‘travelling’ on a water-ride called the “White Water Rapids of Colorado”. Riders straddled large inner-tubes and endured fast-moving water on a slide that had multiple rock-shaped bumps at corners all along. Half-way-down a bunch of nitwits had joined arms and tubes to form a barrier – for whatever dumb reason. I was the first to hit the barrier. Accounts say my tube went flying over the edge of the slide. I continued the rest of the journey on my knees.
These days those rides have the last 20-metres of the tube in the water when it ends. Back when I did this, the tubes ended ABOVE the water. When I left the tube, I dropped about half-a-metre into the water. My right knee shattered instantly when it hit the bottom of the pool. My grandparents had no idea how bad my injury was. After much-too-much persistence, I was driven to Brisbane hospital … on the day the doctors went on strike. Flown to Canberra. Doctor’s strike started the day I got there. Flown to Adelaide. Doctor’s strike started the day I got there. Back to Murray Bridge hospital whose doctor’s decided my knee was far more important. Was on crutches for part of my last year of High School. Not many people remember it. Thankfully I recovered. The memory of having 8 large syringes of plasma removed my football-sized knee will never disappear. Nor will the beautiful TAA hostesses who treated me like a king in my wheelchair on every flight.

Casey, you are going to be OK.

You continue to inspire every content-creator on Youtube: You have so many abilities that not-running won’t stop you. Oh, and I am 12 years your senior. It hasn’t stopped me. I walk a lot, almost everywhere, and still manage to create content. Just not weekly like you do now.

If my readers haven’t seen Casey’s YouTube video showing his fear of never running again, here it is.

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Reach Out to Grab Opportunities

What I like most about this video is what you can see happening in the last metre:

~ First and 2nd place slow down, presumably thinking they’re so close to their goal that they can casually jog through. Yes, they’re still going pretty damn fast, but just watch their movements, you’ll notice they are slowing down.

~ Wottle, coming from last place, jumps to 3rd — then steals the lead and winning because he refuses to give in, refuses to slow down, he runs around those thinking winning place is theirs.

That’s a metaphor.

Start thinking with your feet.

Don’t let anyone or anything stop you, not your age, not lack of knowledge, not time nor distance. Not even heartache or loss. Take a chance, start again, keep moving forward, find a goal and target. Opportunities are yours if you reach out and grab them.
It’s that simple.

Oh, and be prepared – for both failure and success. Don’t be scared of either outcome. Failures are learning opportunities. Successes are not the end of the journey, they are usually the beginning of the next one.

Get moving, or your next journey will begin with you at the back of the pack..

Speaking on Behalf of your Business

Whenever you speak, remember that you speak on behalf of both yourself and for the business you work within.

Here’s my story of proof.

About 10 years ago one morning I was traveling on a train from home into Adelaide city for my day job.
At one station a guy got on with his bike. Normally nothing would be said – but it was the express train. Bikes are not permitted. But most people on my train were already too tired, or had work on their mind already, or simply didn’t care – so let it slide. But it wasn’t going to be that simple.

He rolled his bike on, looked at me and a group of ladies sitting in seats that flip away to reveal a space normally reserved for bikes. He stood near us for a short while before turning to us and saying “Please move.”

All of the ladies, looked at him, then ignored him. They were in conversation and hadn’t anticipated this. After all, this was the peak-hour train. They’d never had to stand before that day – and rightly so.
He tried again, this time loudly and aggressively. I was at the far end of the 4 seats, so felt no immediate threat. But his tone got menacing, so I stood up and told him he shouldn’t have his bike on the express train, and that we were within our rights to sit there. He then pushed me backwards, and I fell to the floor.

I reckon the train driver saw and heard the whole conversation – the train slightly shook, then resumed speed before stopping at the next station.

At that point the train driver and two station guards were seen walking outside our carriage. One of the ladies beside said to the offensive man – “Oh look, your mummy is here.” That got a laugh out of a few of us. I had sat back on my seat, and my attacker stood at his bike. No apologies came forth.

The driver pointed at me, then at him. As they walked passed me (as they had come onto the carriage at the other door), I was nodded at. They walked up to him – and he went off at the guards, yelling about his rights. Wearing his flashy suit, metal ankle braclet to protect his pants, bright helmet and gloves. A spectacle to behold.

They ‘advised‘ him to get off the train, but just as he stepped off, one guard stopped and asked me if I’d like to press charges.

Some might say I made the wrong choice.

“No, but I’d like to ask him one question.”

“Umm… sure…” I don’t think they hear that often.

Train guards don’t touch people, they corral. I have seen it often enough. So the man moved in an odd way back onto the train without his bike.

“What?” He tried to too look angry, but his eyes said terror.

I smiled weakly and asked “Where do you work? That’s a nice suit.”
He clearly didn’t understand what I just did.

“I WORK FOR ____! THEY ARE GOING TO HEAR ABOUT THIS!”

That’s right, he told the whole carriage. The three ladies were smiling now.

“Good for you. You are right, they are going to hear about this. I can only hope you are not the ambassador for that business – because your attitude and behaviour today is totally NON-professsional. Seeya.”

Even the train guard understood what just happened. They again advised him to get off, with his shiny bike. As this wa the closest station to the city, he’d probably get to work sooner than us.

As the doors closed, there was an audible sigh, a slight laugh, and a few people applauded. I was shaking with both fear and exhilaration. I’d never done that before. I never wanted to ever again.

As I got off the train, three passengers quietly approached me and thanked me. The train guards nodded at me. The driver would have logged the incident.

And his business probably may have received a LOT of phone calls that day.
We never saw him on the train again.

Why tell you this story? I am constantly reminded of it when people I know work in amazing businesses decide to berate me on social media. What do you think I am going to do next? 

Well, I actually prefer not to do anything. I rarely delete social media unless it’s a conversation that should have been had offline. Instead your wonderful comments can stay for ALL my friends to read. Think about that for a second or two.

The Answer to the Penultimate Question! 

Being a parent has taught me some amazing life lessons, one of which contradicts what I have always believed.

So I am producing a informative tongue-in-cheek video that will reveal my answer to the most important question of all time. 

What is the question? Aha, no! That too will be revealed! To see the video late next week, subscribe to my channel: 

https://www.youtube.com/user/stephentrepreneur
If it doesn’t make you laugh, it will make you groan!

Not Everybody’s Cup of Tshirts

As a part-time hobby I design artwork for tshirts for a whole range of amazing clients.

Usually they send me a drawing or a screen-dump of something they’d like to see printed on a Tshirt. Unfortunately some I have to reject because of ‘Intellectual Property‘ laws, or it’s a blatant ripoff. Satirical pieces I have done, but more often I redesign an idea into something completely new.

Some people might take offense to words in some of my tshirt designs. Maybe they grew up in an era where sexual thoughts and offensive language were not made public let alone printed on tshirts. Or on a coffee mug. Or on leggings.

At the very least I look at client ideas, and think to myself:If I was to reject your idea because I don’t like the message, or the lifestyle it promotes, or how some religious zealots may react, what am I really saying? That I am putting others’ beliefs above my client’s gender or life-choice? That someone else runs my business? That I can or will only do artwork with the approval of ALL the people in my life? Of course not, that would be silly. No, I won’t do that.

So occasionally I design a few tshirts that are going to offend a few people. Well, that’s easy: Don’t look. If you see the tshirt in the street, talk to that person – they paid for it. Or turn away. It’s like watching TV: If the channel is showing something you don’t like, change the channel.

To date nobody has complained or commented on my artwork – yet by publishing this, they may now.

When a client or a follower wants a design, I show them three examples of my design of their idea. Because they are rarely on commission, I show them how to purchase online via Redbubble.com. It’s really easy, you can pick from a whole lot of different colors, tshirt styles, and other merchandise you might like to see it on.

Checkout the following merchandise designed for various friends over the last ten years.

If you like any of them, you should be wearing them. Don’t let anyone stop you from being what you were born and who you are. Each image links back to my redbubble tshirt gallery where you can choose which best suits you.

  

   

 

PostScript: I finally designed an unusual request from a few years ago earlier this week. It’s actually nothing new, but they wanted to see how I would approach the design. Yes, the client is a lesbian – get over it. I know them, they are a beautiful person, and their lifestyle has no impact on you or me. In her words … “Even if you were my type, you’ll never know. Those that are my type, often know before I do.” That’s how all relationships should be. Look out for this tshirt-design, it will be online very soon … and I imagine it will be more popular than the ones above!

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