They’re everywhere!!! I don’t know if it’s related to the fact that I work with a bunch of metrosexual trend-following preppies… but god! Seriously, flip-flops are fine for chicks but not for dudes! The only exception I can see, is at the beach. It makes sense with the sand and all, but at work with jeans?Come on! It reminds me of that god awful trend of stileto fur winter boots. I’m all about looking clothes and being comfortable, but those things are either really nasty or just completely retarded.

The worse things is that, women naturally takes care of their nails and such. Men don’t. So as if it wasn’t
enough that the look was clashing so horribly, the nails are all nasty and weird. Yum! Is it just me, or through all the ages, man have been trying to be less manly? I don’t mean the “look i’ve got BIG muscle” thing… I mean the “Oh those are your pants? what do you know they fit me… oh hey can you pass me the eyeliner julie? Thanks honey, you’re a doll”-kind of attitude. From the Twisted sister to today’s emo-fag-fashionXcoreX-etc… men are less and less manly. Taking care of your look is important… but not when you give up your balls for it.

MAL out.

I’ve always thought that “blogging” was a funny thing. You have different type of blogging. You have mine for exemple, which is a mix of “what happens in my life…” but not daily. I also mix it up with some lists and funny movies. But you also have the very popular “Today, I took a crap and it kinda smellled weird…” kind of blog.

They are usually very centered around the writer and oddly enough creates very passionnate fan-base. I was reading some post about this rather… hum I would say funny, but i’m not sure she’s always kidding… montreal woman. Her blog is in french. Now, personnally I think that’s a gutsy thing because … my french sucks more then my english (can you imagine? sheesh ! And the worst part is that i’m actually francophone! hahaha). And what did I see in her post? … a “smartass/mother” comment.

A smartass/mother comment for me is someone that says “Oh my … watch your language!” or “So many mistake! I dissaprove…”. Seriously, I can understand if there’s a butt-load of mistake… or that the message gets screwed up because of mistakes… but god, this isn’t really the place to be anal! It takes FOREVER just to write a proper and interesting entry.

Anyways, back on subject (to disarm odd confusion: This is totally unrelated to Miss Célibataire urbaine. I don’t really know why people got confused but uh yeah… it’s a piece about BLOGS and the immediate need to have an answer. Thank you.)… I just found it rather funny how blogs are a new “insight” into other’s life. It’s like having a friend that tells you everything… but doesn’t care to know you at all. You have to love technology right? If someone would’ve brought that idea in the 50’s he would’ve been laughed at.

Oh that also makes me think about e-mail and the “need for the immediate answer” symptom. I was watching a show on tv about technology and the guy was saying how interesting it was to see how our generation needed everything… right now. And I IMMEDIATELY saw myself right there. I’m a class-A addict to sms/msn/ and everything in between. I have the need to be available at all time… even when I ain’t at all. And I started thinking about dating… and how “normal” it is these days to ask a pretty lady her email. Can you imagine that happening in the 50’s ? It would’ve been hillarious! Of course, you would’ve taken her home address and then … MAILED her a demand to take her to the prom. And if you were lucky, a couple of weeks later, you would’ve gotten a big “NO” on a piece of paper and you would’ve moved on (because the prom was only days away, and let’s face it… you’d have to settle for fat betsy). But now a days, you get an instant answer! And guess what do you do ? You answer back:

“Why don’t you wanna go?”
“‘Coz … you’re needy and uh … like ya know … stuff.”
“I’m what? You’re not making much sense here…”
“Ugh nevermind! … you’re like SOooo not cool.”
“… Not cool? … how does that have anything to do with …”
“Ugh! whaaatever!

… And then you never hear from her again (well, ain’t a big loss anyways… big betsy doesn’t have crabs at least. Oups). I think i’ve come to a conclusion on the subject of availability. To be not “needy” and cool… you have to not talk to them and pretty much ignore women…(that and you need to be a blond surfer with a 6 packs and white teeth. Hahaha.) Well, in reality, I think we’re just a lost generation. As the saying goes:

“You’ll always want, what you can’t have.”

MAL out.
See ya laterz. And go read her stuff… pretty funny.

Oh yeah… vulgarity!

Last week, I was watching my new “favorite” show “Star ou Boucher” (the original english version is called “Sons Of Butcher”). I say “favorite” … mostly because at first I thought it was pretty… immature and vulgar. But then again after seeing cartoon like The boondocks where they keep saying Nigger every 2 words… SOB’s aren’t so bad.

A lot of their shows are actually pretty funny… BUT! What I found blew me away… It’s actually a REAL BAND! And not only that but… their faces are modelled after them so they look exacly the same (they even dress up the same!!!). It’s incredibly hillarious to see them play live.

But FUCK THE SHIT ! I missed them ! They actually played in Montreal in November!!! DAMNIT!!! Darn… just my luck!

Check it out:

And a live one :

*UPDATE 17/05/2007*

I went to see the doc. After a few questions & poke and probes, the doctor told me I had something like a bacterial pharyngitis and gave me some pills. The thing that bothers me in that is that A) I don’t have much of any symptoms of a pharyngitis (which is mostly: Sore throath… and my throath is fine!). And the fact that he did all that in 5 minutes. It felt a bit: “I have to see the other 25 patients in the next 5 minutes, so take these pills they should be fine.”

Oh, and for the pain? … he gave me Ibuprofen… They’re freakin’ Advils (only a bit stronger). But then again, it’s much less painful today. No more fever, stomach is a bit weak but getting much better. Only thing that’s killing me is my neck!

Like the little tweaks to the layout? Yeah, it’s not quite there yet… it’s really not all that “me”. But at least it’s clean and easy to read!

*16/05/2007*

Oh yeah.

Yesterday, I had this… bump in my throath. I was like “Awh, damn it! Another flu!”. Oh hell, if I knew what my body had in story for me.

I was sleeping at Sarah’s place (it’s craaaaaaaazy huge. And empty :P) and I got really tired at 11. When we layed our head down to sleep, I started to notice my head was spinning and all. “Uh oh.” So after attemps of having fun & joking around, we both went to sleep. I think it was the longest night of my entire life (well that I can remember). I woke up EVERY hours. I was shivering for a minutes, then I was boiling up. I tried getting up on time to go to work but I felt like someone kicked me in the head. So I called in sick and went back to bed. I also did a little dance with the toilet of “Oh, I’m going to be sick… oh … no false alarm…”. It was pretty akward once I actually suceeding at getting and trying to live (there’s nothing worse then being sick somewhere you don’t really know, with people you don’t really know).

So, I went backhome (and caught some random traffic, just to add a little spice to my gagging), took some aspirin and watched a movie & went to sleep. That felt good. Movies are great cure for a lot of things (as I previously mentionned in my other post. And in my dizzy-stunned mood, I decided to “update” my blog (with a fresh new/unmodified template) and to write some stuff-up.

so here we go a list of Top 5 ways to pass time when you’re sick (this is written on top of my head and not something I had planned…):

#1 - Take a bowl of fresh-air.

Okay, let’s face it; you couldn’t care less about going outside and all! Well, as dumb as it sounds, it might be the best bowl you’ve ever taken. Somehow, that sweat & vomit smell that rest in your room is not the best way to clean up that head of yours.
Think about: You just might as well go to the pharmacy while you’re out of your sweaty sheets.
Big don’t: Public transportation, do I need to give you anymore details?

#2 - “You bloody pill-popper!”

That might just be me, but when I’m feeling like crap, I look for a cure. And guess what! Modern medecine has a pill for almost everything (Yeah! Even that burning sensation in your pants Steve.). This morning, I took a little trip to the pharmacy and thank god I did! I still feel like crap (trust me) but at least I don’t have a feeling i’m going to puke on anybody.
Think about: You can take the “organic” way and go with little teas and all. But that’s just for girl’s sickness
Big don’t: Take pills without reading the label. Yeah, as dumb as it sounds, I remember once in highschool where I confused “night time” with “day time” … long story short: I never found a math test to be such a comforting pillow.

#3 - Blog your pain!

This one sounds a little bit cheezy. But hey, nobody cares to see your sweaty/nasty coughing and whinny butt. So if you feel like talking or at least entertain your brain, do it with your finger (Because your breath is kicking right now. Try a mint man! Sheesh!)
Think about: You might have some real friends that wanna take care of you but right now, chances are you are one big walking disesase. So give some time to your body to chill
Big don’t: Write about “Oh how painful it is… existence is such a bitch”. Yeah, diseases are really never fun anyways! So i’d sggest that you hammer on some random past experience or articles! (Yeah, I know I kind of whined at first… but hey … i’m in TERRIBLE pain. Hahahaha!)

#4 - “You’re still sleeping?”

I hate sleeping normally. I feel it’s a waste of time. BUT if you’re sick, you’ll need it. If you follow my other tip (like pills & movies) you should be Rzzzz-ing in no time. If this doesn’t work, try calling that boring friend of yours that talks for hours on end.
Think about: You don’t want someone busting your balls, therefor close the door and leave it shut . You need peace and silence dude. Well, that might not be true because I like to put a little soft music to sleep in the afternoon. Your choice!
Big don’t: Don’t let that nagging mother in… even though she loves you and take cares of you, that won’t stop her from nagging. After all, you’re only in pain! Pft, wuss. Oh and don’t invite friends over, as I said, they’ll just get infected from you and prevent you from having your beauty sleep.

#5 - My favorite friends: Movies.

Again, as I mentionned in my “Top 5 cures to a break-up”, movies are your bestfriend. Even with a throbbing headache, being in someone else’s shoes for a couple of hours will make you feel much better.
Think about: You might want to lay down while watching the movie, so that when it’s over, you can just mute it and go to sleep (since you’ve been lying for an hour or two, your sleep will come fast.)
Big don’t: Hillarious movies, gore movies and sad movies. Though must of us thrills on those, nothing sounds worse then tickling your funny bone while your head is splitting open from the pressure.

Well, i’m still sick, so i’ll take my advice; Take some pills, take a shower and go to sleep.

MAL’s out ! (Tell me what you think about the layout. Don’t worry, i’ll make it black soon enough ! Hehe!)

This morning on my way to work I was listenning to Botar (Bandits of the acoustic revolution) and there was this song (I think it was something like “A perfect life” or something … I don’t remember) with this crazy gypsy-like guitar solo and it immediately made me think of Django Reinhart.
I remember hearing about Django Reinhart for the first time in the movie Swing Kids. I was amazed as soon as I started listenning to his stuff (though not that easy to find…). The man had only 2 fingers, had to survive through the second world war… and was an INCREDIBLE guitarist. I really want to learn to play like that … uhm. So here’s a couple of video of Django or people playing his song (quite well I might add):

Cheers Y’all!