While I was closing my minifridge with my foot after I took the ham and pickles from it, getting ready to spend a good loser’s Saturday night in front of the TV, wearing a pajama top and socks, I realized that if I visualized the same scene enacted by Brenda in Six Feet Under it was sexy and classy rather than pathetic. (Well, it would ideally be a giant ice cream bucket in that scene, but I can’t bring myself to throw up my food after a binge.) But I’m not shot in 35mm. Devil in the details.

In other news, some articles in French will now appear on the English blog and vice versa, because sometimes I’m bored with translating everything. And, who knows, maybe I’ll post more this way. I vaguely kinda somehow feel like reviving this blog a little bit these days.