Oh. My. God.

I received this from Damien_, scanned from Têtu (the French gay magazine), issue 22 of March 98, and I promptly publish it here so he can’t blackmail me. (What? Oh, no, no censorship here, it’s just like it was printed, there was a big ink smudge on my face, funny thing, I know, but it was a century ago, and you have to realize that 4-color printing was still in its infancy.)

I don’t understand: I have no memory of that. I checked the cover on the magazine’s website, and it doesn’t ring a bell at all; neither does the article. And yet I have a feeling of déjà-vu. Just a feeling, not a memory. But they were writing about me, they were showing my face (with a crappy haircut and a crappy compositing) in Têtu seven years ago? How could I ever forget that?!

P.S. Oh, as I read the scan again, I realize that I definitely mustn’t have seen it before. “Kangaroo, the name of one of Internet’s first workgroups.” I’d remember a misunderstanding like this.

I vaguely remember answering by mail the questions that gave birth to this article. If Opera’s search really worked, I’d certainly have managed to find back who wrote it — I only remember I knew him.