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Monday, June 23, 2008

Compliments and murder

Firstly, compliments. I never know how to take them. I always appreciate them, as does everyone (or maybe I'm not as weird as I think...?). I just cannot help but cringe every time I get one. I am always thrilled to receive them, but there is still a part of me that really wishes that I wouldn't receive them. As anyone who knows me can testify, if I am given a direct compliment, I tend to either go crimson (Helen can testify to this one...) or I try to leave the situation asap! I recently received, what I consider to be a compliment from my cousin, Duncan in a post dedicated to me and it made me realise just what a nutter I am with regard to compliments.

Bearing this in mind, I am still open for compliments by whomsoever wants to dish them out! Ego-boosts are always great!

Secondly, MURDER!!! For the last two and a half years, I have unwittingly been witness to one of the most longwinded, drawn-out murders of all time. It is not technically a murder, but that depends on your interpretation, I suppose...

There is a building that I walk past on a daily basis from my parking to the building that I work in. It is the campus canteen/shopping centre. Now, somehow, whenever I walk up past this building, I am unfortunate enough to experience the slaughter...of a trumpet.

There has been someone who, all this time, has been 'practicing' on their trumpet. And I put practicing in inverted commas because it implies some sort of improvement over time. And apparently nobody has had the heart to tell this person that:
  1. What they are doing is cruel
  2. Sometimes, things just don't work out, and you need to know when to quit (in this case, over 2 years ago!)

Here is a clip which I recorded on my phone today while walking up from parking. It's not great quality, but you can experience the full horror for yourself none the less...


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Bugger...
I can't figure out how to load the sound...Any ideas? It's well worth the listen, in a sort of watching-horror-movies-is-well-worth-scaring-yourself-shitless kinda way...

6 comments:

  1. I always thought it was a trombone...

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  2. actually, now that I think of it... there is a distinct possibility that there are two different murderers... First was the trombone (it was DEFINITELY a trombone) when we were in honours, and he got quite god. Now it's a trumpet... so maybe Mr Trombone told the new trumpet guy about a great place to practice...

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  3. I meant "good"

    he got quite good...

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  4. I have to hear this for myself - it's too weird!

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  5. Okay, I've heard it! And it's HORRIBLE!!!

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  6. I'm not too good with receiving compliments, either. I get all awkward. Then I learned how to adapt, so I could function like a normal human being: Smile and say thanks. Never mind that there's this weird feeling you can't describe as you say it. *lol*

    Ahh... murdering a musical instrument. Yeah, that's absolute torture. Haha!

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