Don’t discount how infectious positivity can be, nor the reverse

Don’t discount how infectious positivity can be, nor the reverse

Value of positivity and optimism, British up bringing, stuff upper lip, keep.calm and Carey on

J.R.: I’ll bet you are. It can’t be easy robbing innocent people and being caught. Shit, that’s a job I wouldn’t want to have.
ELMAR: We didn’t mean —
J.R.: — heard it last night.
J.R. heads to the kitchen and begins frying up some bacon.
J.R.: I need to know the solution here, you wronged my girlfriend and I. How do you make this right? Suggestions?
DAVID: Whatever you need —
J.R.: — ’cause when Karen gets up, trust me, Mr. Nice Guy dies. I’m a bastard then. Fuck reason, if she wants me to whatever I will.

ELMAR: What do you want us to do?
J.R. looks inside a cupboard and finds various healthy teas and flu remedies.
J.R.: (still looking in his cupboards, casual) I want to hear everything. David, want some of that lemon remedy or whatever that people drink to get over flu’s and cold’s?
DAVID: Shit, please, yes!

J.R. puts on the kettle.

ELMAR: Got any painkillers?
J.R.: Advil do?
He grabs an Advil.
ELMAR: Three would be amazing.
J.R. grabs two more and confronts the two.
J.R.: It’s conditional fellas. Why us?
He forces the pills into Elmar’s mouth, who swallows as they hit his tongue.
ELMAR: Thank you!
DAVID: It’s complicated.
J.R.: Yeah, how?
DAVID: We didn’t target you.

J.R.: No, we randomly won the robbery prize draw?
DAVID: No, but —
J.R.: We’re on the second floor building of a good area. How in the fuck are we vulnerable?
ELMAR: We don’t do this often.
J.R.: What’s “not often”? Third Sunday of every month?
J.R.: So?
The kettle goes off, the water has boiled. J.R. heads back to the kitchen, rips open the sachet and comes back with an aromatic cup of Neo-citron.
J.R.: I asked, “So”?

DAVID: This was… No…
J.R. places a book on David’s lap, then puts the steaming cup on top of that. David tries to inhale the drink’s steam.
DAVID: Thank you.
J.R.: Be careful balancing.
ELMAR: Look, all bullshit aside. This was a huge mistake.
J.R.: Who called you just then?
ELMAR: I don’t know —
J.R.: — who’s normally your “blocked number”?
ELMAR: How would I know?
J.R.: I can usually narrow most blocked numbers that call me down to two or three possibilities. They rang you four times over the past 12 hours. [beat] This person hung up as soon as they answered. Why?
David mumbles something.

J.R.: What was that?
DAVID: Nothing.
The aroma of the bacon is torture, it’s enveloping the entire room.
J.R. heads towards it.

J.R.: Boys! Smells amazing doesn’t it.
He flips the rashers in the pan.
J.R.: I don’t want this to end badly for you. But it can, you know.
ELMAR: Why don’t we make a deal?
The sound of the bacon crackling is almost too loud to hear over.
DAVID: [curious and shocked] What? [beat] What did you have in mind then El?
J.R.: [fussing over the bacon] Yeah, what are you thinking?
ELMAR: [to David, quietly] She hasn’t shown up or brought help, I say we tell him.

DAVID: He’ll kill her.
ELMAR: Rather her than me, this wasn’t part of the plan.
J.R.: I’m not hearing anything. Speak up friends.
DAVID: Don’t…
ELMAR: Nah, I’m getting out of this right now.
Karen walks in the room, amazed at what’s going on.


How Peter Thiel, Tim Ferriss and Neil Pasricha inspired my 60 Day Sprint

How Peter Thiel, Tim Ferriss and Neil Pasricha inspired my 60 Day Sprint

Necessity truly is the mother of invention, but try not to put the pressure on yourself like I did in order to ignite that necessity.

You can climb high, fast, the problem is you lack focus. Obtaining it is a lot easier than you think, but potentially for some of you it’s harder. I know that’s contradictory. Forgive me, I’ll explain.

Success Jae “If your biz hasn’t even been in operation for 1 yr. please don’t get on social media trying to teach courses on entrepreneurship.”

Two weeks is enough time if you use it properly. Stop saying it’s not.

J.R. wakes up and grabs his head, reeling from his dehydration and newly acquired hangover.
J.R.: Typical.
He gets up slowly and recalls what happened the night before. Hastily, but with care so as to not agitate his head too much, J.R. heads to the living room.

J.R. spots David on the floor, and notices Elmar’s spat out gag.
He begins laughing before heading into the kitchen to grab a glass of water.
J.R.: Mornin’ boys.
In seconds J.R. finishes his water. He gets himself another and finishes that too.
ELMAR: Let us go. Please.
Though not vocal, Elmar’s pain is becoming more agonizing as time draws on.
J.R.: In due time.
David sneezes.
J.R.: You alright there, buddy?
DAVID: [sniffling] Just a cold.

J.R.: That’s too bad.
J.R. comes out of the kitchen and helps David to an upright seated position.
Elmar’s cell phone rings again, within earshot of J.R. He groans to eclipse the sound, though the groan is sincere as his pain is becoming more intense.
J.R.: What’s that?
He continues to listen and notices it’s coming from Elmar’s pocket. He pulls it out and notices the screen reveal “Blocked Number.” Without hesitation, he answers the call.
J.R.: Hello?

The line goes dead. J.R., mystified puts the phone on the table.
J.R.: Breakfast?
DAVID: Can you help me?
J.R.: I could…
DAVID: Please…
J.R.: One second David.
Using all his might, J.R. helps David up to a normal seated position.
J.R.: Breakfast?
DAVID: What?

J.R.: Would you like some breakfast?
ELMAR: If we reply are you going to hit us?
J.R.: No, why would you think that? I need grease and fat to sober up, you want some?
DAVID: Please, I’m starving.

Daily quote.


When your back is literally up against the wall

And the option is either furthering the depth in which you drown, or manage to emerge victorious, to me, the choice is simple. Fight with everything you can muster up.

I never thought about the future in any great regard. I was absolutely fine with month to month, the present always mattered. Above all, my time mattered more than any money. As a result, I didn’t seek it. I remained creative, made my minimum payments and lived a fairly easy but unspectacular life. I would go to restaurants every now and then with my girlfriend and occasionally splurge here and there. It didn’t matter. It was on a credit card. I could manage the minimum payments and that’s all that really mattered.

But then time passes and people you care about are no longer around. At some point you have to understand that thinking about the future and the present are both of importance. It dawned on me. If I hurt myself and can’t work for a while. I go bankrupt. That simple. I don’t have savings to any reasonable size and I don’t have any regular income, so I can’t easily collect unemployment, benefits or sick pay. What would I do then? This epiphany made me want to start this blog as a propeller to turn things around and hopefully inspire/aid people that are in a similar situation. You haven’t hurt anyone (hopefully), you’ve just made some financial missteps. I’m intent on correcting mine. Let’s see if I manage it.

Working as an extra or stand-in on movie sets enabled me the flexibility of meeting new people, sometimes interesting, sometimes not, but there was never the sentence of a co-worker that would never leave if I didn’t get along with them.

I’d always thought I wouldn’t be like those “lifers” people refer to that do extra work, or “background” as it’s more politely referred to. However, as the years pass you realize why cliches exist. One afternoon I was working on a TV show and a really nice guy, also an extra, did what I used to do. He complained about how pointless the job was and how he definitely wouldn’t be doing this years down the road. I thought the same when I was his age. Again, a wake up call.


Saving money versus increased wealth

Saving money versus increased wealth

DAVID: If I weren’t tied up I’d slap you.
ELMAR: And if you weren’t so useless, I wouldn’t have gotten tied up. You could have saved this.
DAVID: I was injured too, remember?
ELMAR: And what happened to you?

DAVID: I got a swift kick in the balls when I tried to help your beaten ass. Then J.R. knocked me out.
ELMAR: He was here too?
DAVID: He came in after I fell and you were already knocked out.
ELMAR: So you could have sucked it up and stopped this. You could have grabbed a weapon, knocked her out and handled him.

DAVID: Don’t turn this on me.
ELMAR: Never your fault is it David?
DAVID: No, it’s Sammy’s. She said J.R. would be at the bar and Karen would be at work tonight. She was the one who assured us, not me. You know that.
ELMAR: Regardless, you should have been more alert.
DAVID: Fuck off. Get us out of this and I’ll grovel all you want, until then keep quiet unless you have a solution.
ELMAR: Can you sway?

DAVID: Sway?
ELMAR: Yeah, fall this way and untie me.
DAVID: Really?
ELMAR: Yes, really.
DAVID: You fall.
ELMAR: I’m injured.
DAVID: So am I.
ELMAR: Yeah, but not as badly. Stop being a pussy and just try.

David tries to sway and notices he has limited leg strength, but enough to knock him in Elmar’s direction.
He assesses the distance and goes for it… But falls short by about 5 cm, falling straight to the floor.
Elmar lowers his head.
ELMAR: Fuck.
DAVID: [looking up] And now?
ELMAR: You tell me.


Due diligence and research. Above all else start. Compound.

Is it ego, delusion, intelligence, confidence or what?

Due diligence and research. Above all else start. Compound.

David gestures his head to refer to the bindings.
DAVID: Are you getting anywhere?
ELMAR: I think so, but it’s tight. Dave, I think there’s something very wrong.
DAVID: What do you mean?
ELMAR: My head hurts a lot. So badly, so much man. You wouldn’t believe how this feels.
DAVID: Well, if they kill us you’ll feel much better.
ELMAR: Don’t be a dick, I’m worried.
DAVID: You should be.
ELMAR: Look, you know her better than I, would Sammy leave or try to help sort this.

DAVID: What can she do? What are you expecting?
ELMAR: She said ten minutes.
DAVID: Yeah, well, what she said doesn’t matter now does it. [beat] Any ideas?
ELMAR: I can barely open my eyes without pain. No. Nothing.
Fully clothed, J.R. slowly moves off of Karen. They’ve just had a “quickie” and are both clothed, apart from J.R.’s lowered jeans which he quickly pulls up while Karen puts her sweat pants back on.
She smiles and strokes his face, awkwardly smiling, J.R. is clearly a little distant.
J.R.: This is ridiculous, what are we doing?
Karen pauses, and grabs J.R.’s hand.
KAREN: I think we did what we had to.

J.R.: [solemnly] We’ve got two grown men as hostages in our living room.
KAREN: Give me a suggestion.
J.R.: I don’t have any.
KAREN: Just one, lets brainstorm.
J.R.: Well, we can’t let them go.

KAREN: Clearly.
J.R.: And this killing talk is absurd, we both know that.
KAREN: I hit him pretty hard with that dumbbell though.
J.R.: It is what it is. Now’s the important part.
Karen refills the shot glasses, the bottle is very close to empty now.
KAREN: [awkwardly smiling] One more?
J.R. rolls his eyes.
J.R.: Fuck. Why not?
They drink once more.
Karen and J.R. lie sprawled out on their beds.
David still scours the room, tired but alert. Elmar has passed out.
The silence allows us to hear the mild vibration that Elmar’s cell phone provides as it rings.
DAVID: [forcefully whispering] El!

There’s no reaction.
DAVID: [with more force] El! [beat] Elmar wake the fuck up!
Elmar drifts between sleep and being awake.
DAVID: For God’s sake El, your phone rang. I heard it this time.
Groaning and murmuring, Elmar tries to stay conscious.
ELMAR: Yup, and?
DAVID: This is taking too long.
ELMAR: [losing composure] Want me to call back? I have caller ID and Sammy’s on speed dial. Let me just whip out my phone and return her call. Oh, shit, wait. I can’t. My body is tied up and I can’t move. Excellent. Good idea Dave. You should work for the Government.

DAVID: If I weren’t tied up I’d slap you.
ELMAR: And if you weren’t so useless, I wouldn’t have gotten tied up. You could have saved this.
DAVID: I was injured too, remember?
ELMAR: And what happened to you?
DAVID: I got a swift kick in the balls when I tried to help your beaten ass. Then J.R. knocked me out.
ELMAR: He was here too?
DAVID: He came in after I fell and you were already knocked out.
ELMAR: So you could have sucked it up and stopped this. You could have grabbed a weapon, knocked her out and handled him.

DAVID: Don’t turn this on me.
ELMAR: Never your fault is it David?
DAVID: No, it’s Sammy’s. She said J.R. would be at the bar and Karen would be at work tonight. She was the one who assured us, not me. You know that.
ELMAR: Regardless, you should have been more alert.


Don’t squander the epiphany that the death of friends bring. Your time is limited.

Two friends of mine died recently. One closer than the other, but they were both extremely good people. Better than I, in my mind. They were always positive, joking and uplifting. That’s not just something I’m saying because they’re no longer here, that’s a matter of fact. If they were pricks when they were alive, I’d say so. Don’t squander the epiphany that the death brings.

failure is just a stepping stone to success

J.R.: [beat] Prick. [beat] That makes it okay?
ELMAR: Well not really but… You can get it all back.
J.R. stands up, on edge. He takes another shot.
DAVID: [blunt] El, keep your mouth shut.

J.R. grabs the discarded cloth gags and nodding, he approaches Elmar. Karen cheers him on.
KAREN: Go baby, go!
She downs her drink.
J.R. violently stuffs the gag into Elmar’s mouth, whilst staring at David.
He sits back down.
The two engage in almost a staring contest with their would-be robbers.
Karen leaves to the washroom.

J.R. looks around his room, and potential weapons he may or may not be able to use.
Karen returns.
J.R.: I need to go too.
He leaves for the washroom.
KAREN: Why us guys? Huh? What did we ever do to you? Assholes. Get a fucking job. Make something of your life. Thieves. That word is only cool in fiction, in reality it’s wrong! You hear me, wrong!
J.R. returns to his seat.
Suggestively, Karen leans over to J.R. and seductively whispers something in his ear. An aroused smirk spreads across his face.
He looks at her as if to say “Really?”
She nods.

Karen stands up and inches towards the hallway leading to their room.
J.R.: I’m willing to not gag you if you keep your mouth shut.
David nods.
J.R.: Seriously. I hear one word; the gag —
Karen interrupts J.R. by tugging on his hand, pulling him towards their bedroom.
J.R.: — goes back in.
Elmar looks on as J.R. leaves, he takes the remainder of the rum bottle with him.
DAVID: [whispering] What now?
Elmar shrugs.

David further examines the room, desperately seeking an option. Both he and Elmar struggle, trying to find a way to loosen their bindings but not cause too much noise.
Elmar also focuses on pushing out the gag from his mouth, it takes him several hard attempts, but he manages to slowly push the cloth out. He grunts and groans moving and struggling, suffering from the throbbing pain in his head.
ELMAR: Sammy?
DAVID: No clue.
ELMAR: I have missed calls, I’m sure of it. My phone keeps vibrating as if I have missed calls or voicemail.
DAVID: I don’t care man, that’s irrelevant. How is Sammy possibly going to make this turn out right?
ELMAR: What’s your bright idea?


Wealthbar versus Wealthsimple vs pension plans

Wealthbar versus Wealthsimple vs pension plans

DAVID: Let me go. [beat] You have both of our addresses, I hold nothing over you. I won’t hit you, I just want to get El to a hospital. I’ll blame it on a drunken fight.
Elmar’s phone vibrates again. J.R. doesn’t notice, David does but barely reacts.
J.R.: Who’re you calling a drunk?
DAVID: I didn’t mean that, I meant… Look, we’re very sorry. We won’t do it again —
J.R.: — Not good enough. Why should I trust someone I caught robbing me?
DAVID: Look —
J.R.: — No. No more talking.
DAVID: You won’t kill me, there’s no benefit to that.
J.R.: You keep talking and believe me, I may.
Karen enters, she notices the wallets and contents spread on the dining room table. She puts down two large bottles of rum.

KAREN: What’d you decide while I was out?
She scans the cards.
KAREN: [sarcastically] Say you’re sorry did you David? [unscrewing one of the bottles] Huh?
J.R. grabs two double shot glasses and Karen fills them both, they lift their glasses. Karen begins the “Cheers.”
KAREN: Na zdorovie!
J.R.: Na zdorovie.
The glasses clink and they drink the shots followed by brief cringing.
KAREN: Disgusting.
Karen refills her glass.
KAREN: Want one to ease your pain, David?
David shakes his head.

Karen brings over her drink to David.
KAREN: Come on, you’ll feel better. [beat] No?
She throws the rum in his face. David screams in pain.
J.R.: [abruptly] Come on Karen, this is a bit much.
KAREN: I know. Waste of good alcohol.
Elmar begins waking up, groaning as he becomes more aware of the throbbing feeling stemming from the side of his head. He can barely keep his eyes open from the pain he’s enduring resulting in him constantly cringing.
KAREN: Just what we need, another useless male. I need another.

Karen refills the shot glasses.
KAREN: [handing J.R. a glass] Baby?
J.R. takes the double shot as Karen refills her glass and follows suit. She refills their glasses again, but neither take their next shot.
Karen pulls up a chair opposite the two captive burglars. She spins it around and sits on it backwards, hugging the chair and examining the faces of her perpetrators.
She gestures for J.R. to join her.

Haphazardly he does, but sits properly.
DAVID: How do we work this out? How can I make this better…
J.R.: [to Karen] Shall we just try the cops again? We’ve never caught them before, maybe they’d behave differently.
Karen turns around her chair and sits back down, properly facing them.
KAREN: No, not good enough.
Waving her free hand around she tries to form her fingers into to a pointing form. She manages to choose where to aim and points at Elmar with her index finger.

KAREN: Elmar your name is, right?
He blinks, that’s his only reaction.
KAREN: Why me? Why us?
ELMAR: Look, this wasn’t meant to hurt you…
DAVID: El. Leave it alone.
KAREN: [interrupting] No, no, let him finish — who was it meant to hurt?
ELMAR: [David snarls] Nobody.
Elmar looks at David before turning back to Karen.
ELMAR: You’re insured right?


To Duolingo and beyond – fully learning a language!

To Duolingo and beyond – fully learning a language!

Tips including learning by watching films without subtitles and pausing frequently for words you don’t know the meaning of in order to determine what they’re trying to say.

The learning basics of any and all languages.

CLOSE ON Elmar’s phone vibrates again.
KAREN: If he dies, so be it.
As the vibrating of Elmar’s phone slows down, Karen’s ears prick, she tries to pinpoint the sound.
DAVID: Come on, he wanted your jewellery, not body.

KAREN: Want to continue breathing?
J.R.: I’m taking out his gag.
KAREN: For what reason?
J.R.: So hopefully he can breathe.
KAREN: This makes no sense!
J.R.: I’m not getting locked up for murder.
KAREN: Whatever.
J.R. removes the gag from Elmar, who remains limp. Karen paces, staring at the ceiling and shaking her head.
KAREN: What time is it?

J.R.: 10:45.
KAREN: Cool. See you in a little while.
J.R.: What?
KAREN: I’m getting some more alcohol before the liquor store closes.
J.R. nods upwards.
J.R.: Good, go.
KAREN: Don’t untie them.
J.R.: Not to worry, they’re going nowhere.
Karen grabs her coat, puts on her shoes and leaves.
J.R. firmly clasps the knife and heads towards Elmar, he sifts through his pocket and pulls out a wallet.
Walking backwards, triple checking Elmar isn’t about to react, he sits by his dining room table and examines the content. He finds a few credit cards, store cards, limited cash and ID.
J.R.: [reading] Elmar Field. Nice. Address here too. Cool. And soon enough I’ll know all about you too, friend.
DAVID: Name’s David, nice to meet you.
J.R.: [angered] Shut the fuck up, seriously.

J.R. approaches David, also positioning the knife threatening.
He finds David’s wallet and follows suit, checking it at his dining room table.
J.R.: David Goddard. Ha. Address too.
He finds a photo of David in the arms of another man.
J.R.: [presenting the photo] Who’s this?
DAVID: Nobody.

J.R.: No? Well I’m going to see if I can find him at this address. If so, I’ll beat the shit out of him and if not, I’ll rob you. How would that be?
DAVID: Seems fair.
J.R.: This your day job or rather, night job?
DAVID: I’ve done it before.
J.R.: This smoothly?
DAVID: Never “this” smoothly.
J.R.: So what do I do with you?


Those cliches that people say are still around today for a reason

Diet and exercise post – how it shapes your clarity and how vital, personally it is, been diff weights, love drinking and eating to excess etc

Build your platform, build your brand. make them relevant but have them grow. Why is it so hard to sell your product? Because you don’t have people looking at it.


Understanding mutual funds

Understanding mutual funds

J.R.: Hey, calm down! I’m not siding with him, but we have to think this through.
Karen snarls at J.R.
KAREN: And don’t tell me to calm down. I’ve had a bad night.
DAVID: Yeah, why weren’t you at work?

Karen’s head turns sideways before she slaps David with great might.
She extends her hand to J.R.
KAREN: Gag. Now.
J.R. passes Karen the gag which she snatches from him and viciously shoves in David’s mouth.

KAREN: I say we kill ’em.
J.R.: Alright, look —
J.R. attempts to embrace Karen, but she throws off his arms when they get close to her.
J.R.: — we can’t kill them.
KAREN: You said if it happened again you wouldn’t hesitate.
J.R.: Look —
KAREN: — they could have raped me.
David’s facial expression suggests him stating “Unlikely” in response.
J.R.: — I need a drink.
KAREN: No, you need to come with me first thing in the morning and we’re going to Home Depot or somewhere like that to get plastic to cover this place. Then —
J.R.: — Karen, enough already. I’ve had a long night too.
J.R. grabs a bottle of rum from the kitchen, there’s maybe 1/8 left.
J.R.: You didn’t pick up anymore rum?
KAREN: I was sick!
J.R.: Yeah, okay.
He pours himself a double shot and downs it.
KAREN: Thanks for leaving me some.
J.R.: Can we not argue in front of company?
KAREN: We need to do something. They can’t get away with this.
WIDER ANGLE: David begins turning red.
J.R. removes the gag.
KAREN: What the hell are you doing?
J.R.: He can’t breathe.
KAREN: He could until now.
DAVID: I don’t do well without my mouth. I’m an infamous mouth breather.
KAREN: Why do we give a shit? Shut up. No gag doesn’t mean you can talk.
DAVID: [staring at Elmar] He’s going to die.
KAREN: Shut. Up.
DAVID: Look at him!
J.R.: Karen, he looks pretty bad.
KAREN: You’re doing it again, pick the right side baby, the right side.
J.R.: He’s bruised in a very bad position.