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Me, coming back home after bringing the kids to school, on Google Streetview!

This was fun.

Thanks to Mag, MA, Fred, Ben, Bob and everyone I know in RL (Real Life ™) for being my friends. See you in RL ™ and not over the Intarwebs anymore.

Kudos to Jess for her wedding and to Jess for her baby.

Hang in there Adria, sometimes, it does get better.

Caroline, Michelle, Julie, Amélie, Anne-Marie and all the others, well, it's gonna be an excuse to get to know you for real.

Note my email: hansguevin@yahoo.ca

Only proper way to reach me anymore, as Facebook is going also.

The others I never got to meet, sorry I couldn't meet you.

LATCHO DROM

(Tomorrow, Tuesday, this journal will be gone)

Sooooo tired of the city. Anyone want to buy/build a little out in the forest place with me, so we can get away from it all?

Seriously, aargh!

A Wii is a terrible thing to have in a home. It's too much fun...

As I walking Nathaniel to daycare this morning, heard a smoke detector beeping in one of the neighbor's house. And beeping. And beeping. All this despite the traffic on our street and ambiant noise.

Called 911. Got the firefighters to come. No smoke or anything. They're still waiting for the owner's son to come and open the door - they don't want to break in 'cause they can't find any sign of an actual fire - but still, wotta way to start the day!

Je ne suis plus, il semblerait, capable de manger de la nourriture industrielle de piètre qualité comme ce que nous avons mangé hier. J'ai la bouche pâteuse, mal à la tête et la toilette est ma meilleure amie depuis hier soir.

Ça donne une idée de la qualité de la nourriture servie à cet endroit (L'Orange bleue, un truc pour enfants avec des clowns cheapettes) et de l'attitude qu'ils ont face à la santé de leurs clients...


I've become unable, it would seem, to eat cheap industrial food, such as we ate yesterday. My mouth is all dried up, my head hurts and the toilet bowl has become my best friend since last night.

It gives you an idea of the food's quality at this place (L'Orange Bleue, a place for kids with cheapass clowns) and their attitude towards their client's well-being...

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There you are, my three readers, today's demotivational poster...

Take a picture of yourself right now.
Don’t change your clothes.
Don’t fix your hair
Just take a picture.
Post that picture with no editing. (Except maybe to get the image size down to something reasonable. Don’t go posting an eight megapixel image.)
Include these instructions.



WTF? Am I half trying to smile or am I having a stroke? It is late...

To me, this:

https://www3.nationalgeographic.com/genographic/journey.html

would be the best fraking gift ever!

Direct deposit!Direct deposit!Direct deposit!Direct deposit!Direct deposit!Direct deposit!Direct deposit!

So far:
Kaamelott
Les Parent
Heroes
Caméra Café
Roxy
Les Étoiles filantes
Fringe
C.A.
Doctor Who

Also, maybe True Blood, if it's any good.

Yours?

Really, I have no idea why they made me come into the office today...

Why is it, that a 43 seconds clip taken with a photographic camera of a Lego train get 11,795 hits in a year, while I spent days writing, shooting and editing a 10 minutes movie and can't even get 1,000 hits in 2 years?

Plus, I know she spent - yep, my girl - all of 43 seconds shooting this.

It just ain't fair, no siree!

*sigh*

On a positive note, I'm thinking of applying for the Teletoon cartoon screenwriting program at INIS. It's only two half-days a week and scholarship is paid in full by Teletoon.

Only thing is the 100$ non-refundable application fee. Ugh! A 100$ for doing their job? Geez...

Someone stole my bike at work.

No transportation.
And hey made off with the baby seat's rack AND the removable tandem attachment.

What was it again: "'It not so bad it can't get worse"? That phrase actually made me smile through it...

Still, I'm sorely tempted to beat up a junkie...

Nothing quite like watching What Not To Wear in your underwear on a Friday night...

STRUCTURE! STRUCTURE!

It's hot and sweaty outside, but I'm still bringing my computer outside and working from the terrace.

Won't reachable, no Intarwebs there.

We are the Misfits
Our music's better
We are the Misfits
The Misfits
And we're gonna get her