And, no, I don’t mean the title. Even though it’s… eerily appropriate.

— Excuse me, Châtelet is that way, right?

— Blah, blah blah, blah.

— Uh, okay, thanks, Sir.

— Shut the fuck up, you fucking motherfucker of a twenty-year-old son of a bitch, just because you’re straight doesn’t mean you have to be impolite!

Oh, I might have an email server problem — I don’t seem to receive comment notifications anymore on any of my blogs. So I might have lost other messages too. So you know.

Je prendrai des cours de vaudou, j’y passerai le temps qu’il faudra, je vendrai mon âme au Diable si nécessaire, mais je vous jure sur les tombes de mes ancêtres corses que le putain de connard de caissier Monoprix qui a retourné et balancé mes Viennois s’en mordra les doigts jusqu’à sa mort. Prochaine.

Et pourquoi il voulait vendre des grands sacs à tout le monde ? Ils touchent un pourcentage dessus, maintenant ?

Any (French-speaking) car geeks around? After yet another night spent in Test Drive Unlimited, switching between my Countach and my 288 GTO, I ended up wondering why I hadn’t launched a car blog yet. Well, I do know why: I don’t have the time to populate another blog on a completely different subject. But it’s still sorely lacking from the Dendrocom Network lineup.

No, it’s not a paid position (for now, or for a while), it’s meant to be an investment on the future, and the fun on blogging in a nice layout with a great home-made interface. And blog about pretty cars.

(By the way, if there are bored gamers around — Xbox 360 not spefically required this time — I’m interested as well.)

Laundry or shopping? Both seem equally unpleasant on a Saturday, so I guess I might as well make it an(other) autistic week-end. Why did I get myself into a smoked-up bar with my last wearable T-shirt?

Inspired by Ziki, here is all of Garoo in a single feed — aggregating garoo.net, #FF00AA and beware the frog, along with any upcoming blog I might create later (such as my portfolio, when I finally find a way to make it practical).

Because, yes, I finally decided once and for all to conflate all of my online identities (hence the “garoo network” header on this page). Until recently, I didn’t want anyone searching my full name to get to garoo.net, but the same Ziki (that site gives you a nice one-stop profile on the web that aggregates all your feeds in one place) made me realize that was decidedly stupid. I’m a freaking pioneer of the French blogosphere, and if I want to work on the web at all (well, not that I want to…) there’s no way I should try and hide this blog because it’s been kinda too personal at one point. (Which it isn’t at all anymore.)

Hmm, I’ve got a one-hundred-euro gift certificate, but I have a hard time imagining myself displaying a big plastic wheel in the middle of my bedroom. At my age.

Funny how I always get that sequence in my head whenever I get out of the train and into the subway.

Anyway, I now know why I bought a MacBook: if I hadn’t already fulfilled my quota of futile expenses for the whole quarter, I’d have come back from Smallville driving my parents’ still unsold car.

I have no doubt that I’m much better in Paris with a MacBook than a car, and a large one at that. Besides, even having it fail after three days is a good thing, statistically: this is the fourth Mac I buy (not counting the old second-hand clamshell), and I was bound to have a lemon sooner or later, and I’m glad the first serious, incapacitating, return-to-sender failure I get is on the most dispensible of them all.

Hey, the MacBook is unexpectedly heavy to be carried in a bag. Well, I’d most certainly prefer it were still in my bag rather than on its way to an AppleCare Center, but still.

I’m moderately enthusiastic about having a sheet of paper with my admin password circulating along with the MacBook. Wonder if I should go into paranoid mode and change the password on all my computers, or just acknowledge that Apple techs are unlikely to care and memorize it and transfer it to the people who’ll come and steal my iMac in my sleep.

By the way, I know being an Apple Center isn’t very gratifying nor profitable, but I’m surprised they didn’t even bother to try and turn the computer on to verify the problem. I must have been stoned; he did try to turn it on.