C’est pas de la tarte

Le summum des honneurs culinaires: devenir une adresse recommand�e sur Les Banlieusardises.

Le summum des bonneurs culinaires: recevoir des amis aussi enthousiastes et tr�s peu avares de compliments.

Recettes � venir…

Hallucinations of a working stiff

IM conversation, a few minutes ago:

Him: Hey, there’s a big protest going on out in the street around the office.
Her: Oh yeah? What is it about?
Him: I think they want me to quit my job and write a novel.
Her: …
Him: Oh, wait… It’s not about me.
Her: That would have been a great excuse.
Him: Yeah. « I had to quit! They demanded it! »

Experiments in self-timing

Two people who like photography + two digital cameras + very scenic landscape = lots of the same photos. Still, Blork has managed to somehow create his own photo album of Nova Scotia without replicating mine too much.

When two people go on a trip, they often show up on each other’s pictures but they rarely have pictures of them together. We tried to correct that using the self-timer function once in a while. Blork has a lot of trouble getting the self-timer of his fancy ass camera to work properly. It refused to behave and flashed whenever it wanted, pissing off Blork who couldn’t take the pose on time. I laughed so hard I almost fell off the bed. It created this silly, ridiculous triptych.

I guess you all had to be there… (But then, the bed would have been really crowded.)