Now with text ads!

I suppose I should announce it here for aggregator readers: I added a tagboard on the home page…

So as to clean up the site menu a bit, the “cams” option now pops up all three cams at once (tvcam, screencam, smallvillecam). From there you can click one of the images to display it alone.

It’s been hard, but I think my tvcam finally works fine on Linux…

I’d like to fart. Do you fart?…

Looks like when I finally resigned myself to living in Smallville with no car, no social life, no sex and no afterthoughts, I may have gotten rid of my creative block. I’m unstoppable! Until tomorrow.

Now that’s weird. My feet have become an erogen zone overnight, a few months ago…

The naiveness of mentally retarded country people is touching…

“You are a RSYG — Reserved Sentimental Physical Giver”…

Online, one day late. That’ll teach me to start coding a revolutionary layout at 11pm…

Reprogrammed the window system because it didn’t work with some Internet Explorer versions — but I don’t know if that version will work better, because IE reacts oddly. Shift-reload when in doubt, and report bugs here.

My blog isn’t quite spectacular enough when seen as a thumbnail. I have to redesign around bigger title images.

Empty car park, empty streets, nice August Sunday, everybody but me is at the beach.

Bug fixed. I had forgotten to add a slash after I moved some scripts around.

I wonder if I shouldn’t give up the whole buying a car idea, and come back to the monastic cell concept. Considering how every car opportunity ended up a failure, maybe that’s really my destiny.

With 150 TV channels…

Why are bass players always so cute?
Is it so easy to play the bass well that you can afford to make a physical selection?

Let’s play a game, ok? So, let’s say, when you don’t understand an article that’s meant to be subtle, you don’t post comments to show how much you’re lost. Because it’s really discouraging. I already don’t write much about personal stuff…

Pour la première fois que je regarde 93, Faubourg Saint-Honoré, je tombe bien. Sans surprise, il parle peu.
Et, merde, il vient d’avoir 28 ans.

I’m late! I’m late! Damnit, days go by too fast, I’ve got work I’m late with, I have no car, no sex, no life, no future!

Power outage. Twice. And I’m surprised my computer has trouble booting up. Normandy is killing my computer slowly. As part of its plan to kill me slowly.

Because I’m bored and I don’t know what to do.

If my other webcam wasn’t broken, I’d even add a bedroom view. Yes, that’s how desperate I am right now.

I don’t go out before the movie ends. I don’t go out before the movie ends. I don’t go out before the movie ends. Even when it’s that boring.
But that’s a crappy reason to live.

Come on, really… When you’re lucky enough to be gay and have all those opportunities, why spoil it all, miss it all, and settle down with only one person? It’s stupid. In fact it’s just as well that nobody really deserves me. Now to leave Smallville…

Oops. Note for those would didn’t notice: when I reply to a comment, the comments counter isn’t incremeted. So, until I fix the bug, now you know.

I’m late! I’m late! It’s already August fucking 17th! I’m late! I’m late!

Et dire qu’au Perreux je n’arrivais même pas à capter Radio FG correctement…

They want to drive me mad…

Merde, je me suis fait avoir…

Naked gays in a jacuzzi on MTV. They really want to kill me. (And I screwed up the video captures.)

Rrrrrr. Why am I not on the beach?!

“It’s good to be home!”…

Arghhh. How many hours do I have to add to that damn schedule in order to watch Daria in English?

When I grow up, I’ll learn signs language so I don’t have to speak in the morning. (I always wanted to learn signs language anyway.)

It’s raining. And my TV’s not working, at all, because it’s raining. How can people stand that? TV is precisely made to keep you busy when the weather’s bad!

Against all odds I found a boy in (or within moped range of) Smallville. As per the odds, I broke up after two days. I will indeed stay single as long as I’m here.

“Ce soir, quoi qu’il arrive, Benoît a décidé d’utiliser un préservatif.”

Pff. And I’m paying a fortune for this.

Argh, couldn’t those cheapskate add multilanguage support to MTV?

Memories…

There it is, my TV works perfectly.

The Smallvillecam is online (up there in the menu); uploading seems a bit erratic now, but it’ll certainly be fixed soon enough.

I’m making big efforts to try and remember that I already didn’t meet anyone in gay chatrooms even when there were more than five people online from my area.