If nobody clicks the advertisement, it’s not going to be gone anytime soon. Just saying (because my terms and conditions, unlike those of Google AdSense, don’t forbid my saying).

I removed the banner–buying interface, so it’s the last of its kind.

I’m always surprised when I see with my own eyes a guy I’d found well built on pictures (no, I didn’t see that one in my bed, but only dancing bare chested in the streets of the Marais, and anyone who went by there tonight couldn’t have missed him). Surprised to see how much thinner they are than you’d initially expect. And it always reminds me that it’s not fifteen or twenty pounds I’ve got to shed off, but forty, and it’s a lost cause anyway, not that I’m too lasy to lose them, but the fat you’ve got when you reach thirty you’ll never lose.

Stupid question (yeah, I know, I only blog to ask questions these days, but I’ve got nothing of interest to tell, nor the inspiration to make something remotely readable out of the uninteresting stuff I usually write about): how do you clean a… uh, toilet brush? I’m afraid acid might be a bit overkill.

A part ça, on cherche toujours quelqu’un qui sache faire un serveur de production fiable (Apache, PHP 4, MySQL 4, Webmin, les trucs habituels, quoi) à partir d’un Debian nu. Il y en a pour deux heures de boulot en regardant la télé en même temps, et on est prêts à payer en échange, du vrai argent, des vrais billets, des euros qui ont cours légal, alors, merde, quoi, je n’ai pas envie de me retrouver encore à administrer les vieux Red Hat d’OVH, et j’ai encore moins envie de devoir installer un Debian tout seul. Help !

When I visited this flat, I was ecstatic because there was so much light — white floor and walls, southern window with a real view on the sky, such a luxury in Paris.

Now I’ve got the sun reflecting in my computer screen and I wanna move out.

If I’d known that mail-ordering my convertible sofa from La Redoute would entail receiving that much spam, electronic and otherwise, I’d still be sleeping on my float. What’s with the twentieth-century business practices?

In progress, watch your step.

Some adjustments remain to be made, but it’s five in the morning and most of it seems to be working, so the rest will wait. It’d been way too long since I last redesigned, and I grew really tired of the way the previous version looked. As usual.

It’s not like I’m blogging enough these days to justify working on a redesign, though. I could tell you it was my being bored with the previous version that discouraged me from writing, but… nope.

Crap, I forgot to feature a link to the home page.

Je réserve mon jugement sur le Coca-Cola Light Sango — ce n’est clairement pas un ratage comme le Blak, mais le goût est un peu bizarre et rappelle encore moins l’orange sanguine que le Lemon ne rappelle le citron (ce qui n’est pas peu dire). A expérimenter plus avant, donc. Ca tombe mal, j’ai oublié d’en racheter aujourd’hui.

Ah, par contre, pour ce qui est de l’appellation, mon jugement n’est pas du tout réservé. Sango ? Déjà que j’ai toujours trouvé le nom d’orange sanguine un peu glauque à la base, mais là c’est vraiment n’importe quoi. Il ne manque qu’un bon petit arrière-goût de fer…

Working makes me autistic, and living in Paris means I have to work.

But I guess you could say there’s one part of the equation I should be able to change — to work on.