Le bureau de Monsieur K.

Ghetto 15 years before everyone.

Yep, it's me -_-. Actually, I registered on Facebook, and met some people from my old elementary school. And, good ol' times... Well, good until they posted some pictures. Still, I can't help but love this one of me during a school trip I don't even know where. I don't know why, but the shy little kid I was look like a total (wanabee) gangsta', the ultimate kindergarten P.I.M.P.. I don't usually like photos, but, meh, I'll keep this one :D.

Keepin' it real - Eeek

P.S. : Of course, I was talking about the pic on the right xD

"When I was a child, I was a Jedi"
Dyonisos - Song for a Jedi

Libellés : My Life

Doomed, we're doomed...
Indeed, like one of H.P.Lovecraft's Old Gods crawling out of its neverending sleep in the dead city of R'lyeh, OMFGd6!'s blognanism section opened its gate again... Is it just the effect of some unknown alignment of forgotten planets, or does that mean that HE (no, not Cthulhu, Arnaud/Aelrath) will soon walk in our world once again ? No one knows for sure. Pray, mortals, while you still can !

Ph'nglui mglw'nafh Arnaud Colombes wgah'nagl fhtagn! Ia! Ia! - Eeek

"Do you have the time
To listen to me whine
About nothing and everything
All at once
I am one of those
Melodramatic fools
Neurotic to the bone
No doubt about it"
Green Day - Basket Case

Libellés : Coupaings, The Interwebs

Sometimes, life can be a real bitch (but it's my bitch, Tatsuya Ishida would say). Sometimes, [Fun Game ! - see end of the post for more info], and of course, we blame it on God.
Either by crying "WHHYYYYYYYY ?!" on top of some lonely mountain, rain pouring everywhere, or by going to some Church, Temple, Synagogue, etc. and pray like madmen.

Well, most of us, anyway. Others decide to sue that old bearded holy bastard. Others like Senator Ernie Chambers of Nebraska. After all, why not ? He created us, and only a really sick and twisted mind could do that. He's not that innocent ! And not to forget the natural catastrophies that strike us every six month or so... Of course, Ernie (I can call you Ernie, of course ? Thanks) is not that serious, he just wants to prove the stupidity of letting anything being sued in the U.S.. Actually, I like the "Chambers style". Let's have a look to a part of the amendment he introduced to the Concealed Handgun Permit Act (globally : how many guns should a person be allowed to carry ?)

"To determine the number of pistols a licensee may lawfully carry concealed under the Concealed Handgun Permit Act or section 28-1202 on any given occasion (except the United States or the State of Nebraska shall be at war), the body weight of the licensee shall be multiplied by ten-times the licensee’s (admitted) age, then divided into the year of the licensee’s birth plus one hundred thirty-seven and one-half, then add the number of inches of licensee’s height rounded up to the next full inch which shall be subtracted from the number of the current century (2100), if the number of the current century exceeds the other number, otherwise subtract the number of the current century from the other number, then, after multiplying the size of the licensee’s right shoe by three-times the girth of the licesee’s waist after a full meal, measured and certified by a professional tailor…"

And there's plenty more of that. I told you, I like the guy. While he's at it, he should also sue the Son. We all know that his Holy iPod is full of P2P-downloaded music.

Objection ! - Eeek

Fun Game ! :I'm lazy...so, do it yourself : insert deep, philosophical "motivational poster" sentence to be placed here, in a comment. The winner (probably Mr. L or Gandi, let's be honest) will win my eternal gratitude

"Now you come crying to me
But it’s too late!
The man you’re proud to be
But it’s too late!
Get your head out of the sand
But it’s too late!"
The Hives - Tick Tick Boom

Libellés : The Interwebs

Well, Internet's up and running again. At last.

Well, today I stopped paying for my WoW account. Surprisingly, it wasn't that difficult. Of course, it's been a few month since I've really stopped playing, but that doesn't mean I don't see the people I met there anymore, and maybe now more than ever. Cheers mates !

Books, now. I've started reading some Blaise Cendrars (L'homme foudroyé). I must say I'm not a great fan of "classic" literature. I often find it, if not boring, not that interesting compared to some fantasy or sci-fi authors, despised because they write "children books". For once, I'm glad to say that I was proved wrong. Cendrars is part of that (too) small group of guys who know how to use our language, bringing it alive and making every word meaningful. Writing is not about finding tricky sentences to make the reader feel smart and educated, especially in French. Furthermore, Cendrars' world, mostly set between the two WWs, rocks. Somehow, this life of journeys, meetings, friendship and loneliness makes me remember of Shakespeare and Co., and of course Hemingway and Kerouac.

Come read some ! - Eeek

"Everytime that I look in the mirror
All these lines on my face gettin clearer
The past is gone
It went by like dust to dawn
Isnt that the way
Everybodys got their dues in life to pay"
Aerosmith - Dream on

Libellés : Bouquins, Cybeur Gamez, My Life

I'm listening: Song sligthly related.
I'm playing: Captain Pam, 21....
I'm working on: Pimpin' my bedroom
MotD:
- Vincent: Alright, well you can walk into a movie theater in Amsterdam and buy a beer. And I don't mean just like in no paper cup, I'm talking about a glass of beer. And in Paris, you can buy a beer at McDonald's. And you know what they call a, uh, a Quarter Pounder with Cheese in Paris?
- Jules: They don't call it a Quarter Pounder with Cheese?
- Vincent: Nah, man, they got the metric system, they wouldn't know what the fuck a Quarter Pounder is.
- Jules: What do they call it?
- Vincent: They call it a "Royale with Cheese".
- Jules: "Royale with Cheese".
- Vincent: Thats right.
- Jules: What do they call a Big Mac?
- Vincent: A Big Mac's a Big Mac, but they call it "Le Big Mac".
- Jules: "Le Big Mac". [laughs] What do they call a Whopper?
- Vincent: I dunno, I didn't go into Burger King.

- Pulp Fiction




Bluetooth sucks like a thousand whores on crack. It has no range whatsoever, a shitload of passwords and doesn't work half the time. And the fucking name doesn't makes any sense ! Bluetooth ? What the hell is that supposed to mean for a wireless technology ?!

Well, I've been taking pictures (and a video) of my new and final flat, at The Hub, Dundee. Looks cool, neh ? Totally wicked compared others of about the same price, of even more expensive. And... I've got leather sofas, not the ones on the pictures. Don't ask why, I have no idea. As some of you may have guessed when reading the beggining of the bill, I tried to copy them on my laptop, but of course, it doesn't work. Fuck technology, I miss the time when we used to smack girls with some clubs to get laid and then go hunt some aurochs. Now it's all MySpace, Blogspot and Facebook. Seriously...

I may sound a little cranky, but it's allowed on birthdays. Yay. I'm so old I even did some traditionnal dancing yesterday at the Ceilidh the University organised for international students. I was of course designed volunteer for the demo... But I must admit it's quite awesome. Two/three drinks, some people, bagpipes and violins and the party can go on all night ! Beware of the muscle pain the following day, tho.

Well a new flatmate's coming, I'll go and help, even if I don't understand a word he says. I really need some practice.

Oh Lord, please don't let me be misunderstood - Eeek out.

Pic not really related, I just felt like posting it.

Libellés : My Life

Deuxieme jour en Ecosse. Pas encore acces a un PC disposant d'accents. Je dois vous avouer que c'est assez frustrant.

Compte rendu rapide :
- Je me suis rendu compte devant l'embarquement que mon avion partait vers Glasgow Prestwick, et non pas Edimbourg. Experience... interessante. J ai donc eu la joie de tester leurs lignes de train.
- Il y a 5 millions d'habitants en Ecosse, repartis sur quatre villes en gros.
- Il fait plus beau qu'en France. Plus froid aussi.
- Je n'ai reussi a faire marcher mon chauffage que ce matin. Super nuit.
- Mise en place de l'operation "Prison Break" avec quelques collegues internationaux : faire passer de la booze et des clopes pour survivre dans cet environnement hostile. Probablement en soudoyant des espagnols ou polonais. Affaire a suivre.

Ceci est le batiment du BDE local. Oui oui, l'association des eleves presidee par un eleve qui a a peine un an de plus que moi. 2 ou 3 bars, une cafet', salle de cine, boite de nuit... Tout va bien.

Allez je vais m'acheter un telephone. Eeek out.

Libellés : My Life