Le bureau de Monsieur K.

Salut les aminches, ça faisait un bail.

Vox populi, vox dei, les résultats du vote sont clairs, le blog restera dans la langue de Navarro et de Cauet.

Comme le Colonel Hannibal, j'adore qu'un plan se déroule sans accrocs. J'ai donc été fort heureux d'aller récuperer le colis que j'attendais pour poster (crappy excuse spotted ?), enfin arrivé à Dundee malgré l'Atlantique, le mauvais temps et les grèves du service postal (je suppose qu'on est tellement de français ici que ça leur a donné des idées).



On ne renie pas ses racines. En bon g(e)eek élevé au PowerMac 5200 et à la NES depuis sa plus tendre enfance, je porte avec plaisir nos couleurs, pour peu qu'un peu de style aille avec. C'est donc avec joie que je traîne de temps en temps mes savates chez Threadless et LaFraise, pour ne citer que deux sites. Vous comprendez donc le fait que j'aie craqué comme une merde en découvrant les Run Athletics Legacy X Nintendo en zonant sur un quelconque site (mais, dans un soucis de rendre à Mario ce qui est à Mario, je crois que c'était via le fil RSS d'Inpact-Virtuel).

Bon, maintenant il ne me reste plus qu'à décider de la manière de nouer mes lacets, mais Ian est là pour me conseiller. Je suis pour l'instant sur un Lattice Lacing avec lacets rouges (j'ai aussi des noirs). Si vous avez des suggestions, je vous écoute. En attendant, quelques autres photos.




















EDIT : J'oubliais, en parlant d'objets dérivés de jeux vidéos, la bouteille collector ( 77 777 exemplaires, tous vendus en un jour) de la boisson "Potion" inspirée de FFVII (a base de caféine, de gelée royale et autres substances indispensables aux gamers). J'ai même trouvé cette jolie photo sur UrbanRetroLifestyle.

















Allez, roule Barracuda ! - Eeek

" 'Cause we all just wanna be big rockstars and
Live in hilltop houses driving fifteen cars
The girls come easy and the drugs come cheap
We'll all stay skinny 'cause we just won't eat
And we'll hang out in the coolest bars
In the VIP with the movie stars
Every good gold digger's
Gonna wind up there
Every Playboy bunny
With her bleach blonde hair
And well...

Hey, hey, I wanna be a rockstar"

Nickelback - Rockstar

En attendant de laisser le peuple (c'est-à-dire vous) décider, l'artiste (c'est-à-dire moi) s'autorisera dorénavant à choisir la langue employée selon l'humeur. Aujourd'hui, le French.

Pour ceux d'entre vous qui aiment se perdre dans les méandres de l'Internet, observer la petite vie des gens à travers votre écran (votre Fenêtre® pour l'écrasante majorité d'entre vous, même), pour ceux qui ont apprécié la vidéo de PostSecret chez Gandinutile (ici) par exemple, Google en bon messie des nouvelles technologies a une bonne nouvelle à vous annoncer.

En effet, la team de Blogger (Google, donc) après quelques mois/années d'utilisation perso, a mis en ligne Blogger Play. Ce merveilleux petit outil a pour but de faire un diaporama de toutes les photos les plus récemment uploadées sur des blogs Blogger. Je dois reconnaître que je trouve à cette petite chose un charme confus, et que je me laisse facilement scotcher pendant quelques dizaines de minutes/heures à regarder ces tranches de vie. Evidemment, ça ne se regarde pas sans accompagnement musical. Je ne saurais trop vous recommander l'Ave Maria, qui passe très bien dessus, ou encore cette petite merveille de Kanno pour Cowboy Bebop. EDIT : Bon l'intégration de Deezer marche pas, cay de la merde. Donc la chanson s'apelle Call me Call me et vous pouvez l'écouter là.

A part ça, un nouveau lien, UrbanRetroLifestyle, parce que je le veau (meuh !) bien, que c'est souvent beau et que j'aime. Toc.

Je love le France - Eeek out

"Call me, call me,
Let me know you are there.
Call me, call me,
I wanna know you still care."

The Yoko Kanno Project - Call me Call me

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

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

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

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