dropping down the rabbit hole
Saturday, July 31, 2004
I'm all blogged out.
offline for the week.
ok...so here's a story for all you Fresnoy folks out there:
That's right...we got it! We got it! WE GOT THE APARTMENT ON RUE DE LA CHINE!!! (pictures will arrive as of August 15th, when we move in!)
can't sleep, and, while thinking about new blogger links section, suddenly realized why I wrote my archipelago bit...I'm homesick. finally...and this was a cheap way of throwing out a fishing line. So, for all you people in Toronto, or wherever you are, I'm not coming back anytime soon, but it doesn't mean I don't miss the hell out of you.
en français, le B-list TV celebrities are called "people." I guess if you suck, or you've spent lots of time on plastic furniture in front of hidden cams, you get this anglophone appellation.
it's always interesting to find out what people would think of eating as their last meal. so here's my version of the Hangman's Supper
Ok...so, for all those interested in my incredibly fascinating apartment hunting in Paris, here's the news today.
last night went for dinner at scooby's place. She made tomato soup, fried limande and chocolate cake. Here's the recipe for the tomato soup:
I really hope this is true: If Simeoni can get criminal charges upheld against Lance Armstrong, for "fraude sportive, violence privée et intimidation de témoin" (fraud, personal violence, intimidation of a witness...), for the incredibly shameful behaviour during the third to last stage of the Tour de France, it would be GREAT.
my dear finnish friend just told me that my blogger burnout is an indication of growing pains...moving from freshman to sophmore in the blogging world. Apparently, after the initial wonder has evaporated, many people leave they blogs for better days, or attack it sporadically...
Dacnar and Nardac are on a new adventure: The Quest for the Nice/Cheap Apartment. It's a special Paris edition. Our two heroes imagine themselves to be capable of taking on the ancient idol, Paris, but find themselves awkwardly stranded by imaginatively rude and awful landlords, vicious swimming tides of other apartment seekers, and mountains of administrative red tape. Will our two heroes make it through the adventure alive, without being swallowed up by massive debt and the evil monster: A SHITTY EXPENSIVE APARTMENT. Stay tuned for more exciting and strangely demoralising tales!!!
Just to prove my point on how boring the greeks were, I couldn't even finish this bloody blog, that was saved as a draft the evening after the Euro final...it was too boring, like the game. So thanks, Mr. Greek football team, for boring the fuck out of me. And good luck with your fucking Olympics. I can't wait to be thrilled by the possibility of cracking more world records by super doped up athletes...like the Rock, they hardly ressemble any normal walking talking human beings but have morphed into some super-plastic figurine. Oh, I'm bloody fed up with sport...they should just add some people dressed up as spongy vegetables, and boil them into some reality soup.
dacnar is going to the brothel's unshaven, with dried cheese on his lapel and shod in sandals. he's really the cream of the crop as far as fiancees go.
I need to find a way to get out of this school...it's almost 6 in the morning, I've been waiting for my stupid files to magically change transform themselves, so I can move them onto my hard drive and blast out of here...I've been here all night. I'm going mad.
so it's finally happened...after years of avoiding it, wishing to read it but having no time, and using it as a means of anchoring my apartment to the ground, I've started reading Moby Dick.
for all you Lovecraft maniacs, this one's a doozie.
yeah, for real...now that I live in franceland...where everything runs backwards and the administration is made of poo, I can honestly say that Canada is a safe, efficient nice place to live and grow up. GO LEAFS GO!!!
people are inflexible because they choose to be inflexible...not because they actually are incapable. boyfriends who refuse to wash the dishes because they're too busy watching a commercial at half-time are the dregs and remnants of our primitive mysogynistic origins. What makes this an even more despicable scenario was the fact that I only asked him to clean up the dishes, so that I could cook dinner quickly, so that I could go to work.