The F-word for today....

... is forget. Forget that a few bankers found it funny to royally screw the rest of us up our financial bottocks. Forget that the current financial crisis reminds me of 1929. Forget that there's a good chance this crisis will resolve itself the way most crisis did throughout human history. Forget the vicious circle I'm in, professionally speaking. And most of all, forget the FUBAR thought process that is mine at this time.
There is no "other letter"-word for today, though. Dunno, didn't feel like finding one. I did, however, feel like giving some love to this lonely web page, alone without its creator's attention. I wonder if people truly realize the amount of attention and energy something they created requires... I mean, if I feel (ever so) slightly guilty for not having updated my blog for some time, how will it be if I ever decide to give writing another serious attempt? Feeling like tearing my hair off in grief every day I miss a writing session?
Yeah, I kinda like the ancient's way of showing their grief. Well, "like" may be too strong a word. Let's just say it truly means something to me. How many of us would be ready to sacrifice their precious hair to the memory of a loved one? Truth be told, I can't think of anyone I know. Or maybe they could? By all means, prove me wrong. (This is a schoolbook example of "don't do this at home kids". A simple comment will do, really. Though I shall accept pictures.)
Anyhow, let's go on to the traditionnal "what's new" section of every self-respecting long-due post. Lots of stuff hapening in the office, some of it good, the rest ranging from bad to fucked-up. As for my personal life, some new friends, a membership to a gym and a couple other things.
What?
Did you expect me to serve it to you on a silver platter? Or lay a red carpet for you? You want news, most of you know my email. If you don't, there's still the comment section.
Anyhow, I gotta get some sleep, the last two gaming sessions left me knackered. Damn you, Fable II, damn youuuuuuuuuuuu!!

Your Blatte.

Back back back backitty back back!!

Hulloes,

Another title that says it all... It must be the Force expressing itself through my keyboard. The Force sometimes is an idiot, you know? Otherwise, how can you explain Anakin "I'm a powerful whining bitch" Skywalker?
Let's not stray from the topic here, though. After a nice two weeks or so in my homeland, I am back to where I usually live. I am pleased. I have been spoiled with pressies, and as was foreseen, my liver has taken one hell of a beating. Speaking of which, I've receive an official communication from my liver, advising me that any further attempt at mixing liters of alcohol with lightly relaxing illegal substances will result in immediate secession between us. Poow wittwe thing is complaining of having a hard life... I shall go and please it by paying hommage to the Burger King. And in the meantime I think the proper response would be: "Deal with it, bitch." Of course, any suggestion you have is welcome.
Damn. Strayed off again.
I hope your holidays went well, with the prescribed amount of pressies, love and fun.
To the HD girl, should you read that, tu n'es pas seule en ce moment, et tu sais où me trouver. Je pense à toi.
To the rest of you, more stuff coming here in the near future. I commit to nothing, but I'll even try to keep a weekly schedule. Or something.
Ta.