Lesson 1
Labeling to your name, a mailbox for which you turn out not to have the key: not a bright idea.
Lesson 2
With a piece of tape and a coat hanger, stealing mail from a mailbox is frighteningly easy.
Lesson 1
Labeling to your name, a mailbox for which you turn out not to have the key: not a bright idea.
Lesson 2
With a piece of tape and a coat hanger, stealing mail from a mailbox is frighteningly easy.
Am I the one with a sick mind, or would you also do a double take if, opening one of France’s leading newspaper, you glanced upon a headline reading something along the line of “Diddle: Little Girl’s Favorite”?
And just in case you thought it might be yet another unfortunate semantic collision between unrelated words in separate dialects, the article promptly informs you that it is to be pronounced in the English fashion (“dideul”, does it read in French).
And you thought Engrish would end with Japan…
My two resolutions for 2006:
I think I may have, ahem, hinted at it in past entries, but let me spell it out for the benefit of the slower ones:
I am now living in Paris: P. A. R. E. E. S!
Yep, that means no more upskirt keitai shots of underage japanese schoolgirls. Not that there were any in the first place, but how could I resist the pleasure of one last Google keywords showdown. Actually, there might still be a few views of Nippon, gently contributed by our in-house Samurai and the ever cat-obsessed Tracey dearest, but still a massive slow-down from the old rate.
In exchange, all I can promise you is a bunch of tired rants on the French, their capital city, their greasy foods and promiscuous ways.
More of the former than the latter at the moment.
Understandably, some of you might feel shafted with the deal and turn your back on this page… To those people, I have this to say:
First of all, know that I won’t be missing your fickle, treacherous, back-stabbing excuse for a readership one least bit. Second, you may want to consider the fact that my current residency will only last six months, to be replaced by a potentially much more exciting destination: unsubscribe now and you may be missing out on all the fun then. Third and last for now: pleeeaase don’t go! Oh reader! soul of my life, salt of my existence! I need you so… I promise I’ll do my best to keep posting about cat-ear-wearing people and crazy language hijinx, even if I have to make them up. Just don’t leave me now.
A few random things of note so far:
More to come soon, be sure of that…
Becoming sort of a tradition around here, this year’s edition of Dr Dave’s Wishes of Peace and Harmony to the World:
And if you are bored or too hangover to do anything better, you can go look for your face in the full size version (huge file warning).