Auteur : Martine

J’ai besoin que Jack me tienne � la gorge, qu’il mette son visage � deux centim�tres du mien, les yeux �carquill�s d’urgence et que d’une voix rauque il me lance en postillonant: « We don’t have enough time! »

J’ai besoin que Sayid m’attache � une chaise, qu’il me fixe de son regard triste et d�sesp�r� tout en pointant avec d�termination son fusil sur ma tempe et qu’il me dise de son bel accent: « Do it or I’ll shoot! »

Bref, j’ai besoin d’un bon coup de pied au derri�re. Il faut que je pr�pare ma d�claration d’imp�ts et c’est de la vraie torture.

« I fear RSS feeds do for blogs what online porn has done for sex. They render it clinical, full-frontal and far too easy to devour mindlessly in large amounts, like one big vat of gray blog entry paste people can choke down by the spoonful while making sure it bypasses the taste buds (and gag reflex) on the way down their intellectual gullet. And though I do appreciate that it’s better to be read via RSS feed than to not be read at all, I still hate it and find it mildly insulting. It’s like slaving to make a delicious full-course meal for someone, hand picking the vegetables yourself, fretting over the smallest details when presenting each morsel, and watching someone throw it all into a blender and suck it down with a straw. »

Nobody says it better than the great Babayaga.

I mostly share her opinion on RSS feeds but I’m still using them in order to be able to follow all the blogs I like to read. Once I see that my favorite blogs have been updated by their author, I still go visit them directly and I don’t refrain from adding comments.

Un panneau de signalisation revisit� � la sauce Mile-End, vu chez La Panth�re Rousse.