Saturday, December 27, 2008

One Vietnamese Night

Last year, a group of friends of my younger brother got together and organized a "Soirée" at a large Chinese Restaurant with live music provided by Younger Brother's own rock band (he plays the guitar or something). Since most of the band members were babyboomers, the band's repertoire was mainly music from the 50s, 60s and 70s. It so happens that the Vietnamese community in Montreal just loves 60s music. The soirée was such a success that the organizers decided to turn it into an annual event.

So tonight, Asparagus, B-Boy and I went to the 2nd annual soirée. The food was better than last year, and so was the music. I danced up a storm, B-Boy showed off his breaking and popping moves with his cousin Soy Sauce, and a good time was had by all (we didn't get thrown out by the Security, for a change) .

Younger Brother

Monday, December 22, 2008

Hanukkah Song - Adam Sandler

As usual, I'm late by one day. Sorry!

The Chipmunk Christmas Song

Update: The "human" version

One Persian Night

My son B-Boy had a gig last Saturday at a big Iranian Party and asked me to go with him for some free food and entertainment, as he was able to bring 2 guests (the other one was Girlfriend). He created a special dance routine for himself and a partner (a Peruvian b-boy), burned the proper music to a CD and prepared the clothes to wear for the dance.

Persian King

The Party venue was very very far and it was soooo cold that night, but we managed to get there on time. The organizers have rented a huge hall, that normally serves as an athletic and racetracks ground; there must have been at least a hundred tables set up. On one side was the elevated podium for the dancers and singers and on the opposite side was the food area, with about 20 lines for people to queue up to a buffet, with the food being served by young volunteers.

We shared a table with an Iranian family; they were very nice and hospitable, although the communications were a bit hesitant, half-French, half-English, with lots of smiles and nods. The food was simple, but delicious, and we all had seconds and thirds.

Meanwhile, B-Boy and his partner kept asking the Iranian friend who got them the gig when they are going to perform and each time, they got wishy-washy non-commitmental answers: soon, any minute now, after this number, etc.. Eventually, he said: You will perform last, after all the other acts. We would find out why, later on.

Meanchile, despite repeated warnings from the Iranian friend of the importance of restraint and modesty in this conservative family environment, Girlfriend, who is a pale blond Irish girl and stood out like a fly in a milk saucer, decided that it was a good idea to be all over B-Boy, pulling him to her, kneading his thighs at the table, etc.. She was the perfect clichéed image of the over-sexed white bimbo that Middle-Eastern mothers warn their sons about. The Iranian women at our table asked me whether Girlfriend was my daughter-in-law, and without thinking, I said: "No, she's my son's friend". I immediately realized my mistake when they said: "Oh.. friend", with such a tone, dripping with contempt.

So it was no surprise when the security guards arrived to question us and challenge our right to be at the Party. B-Boy called the Iranian friend who arrived and mumbled and fumbled for a long time with the security people. Turned out he did not get the proper authorization to offer a gig to B-Boy and his partner. The Peruvian b-boy was very upset because he was convinced he was singled out because of racism. I guessed that I would be very upset and embarrassed too, if I were a normal Vietnamese. As it is, I felt sorry for the Iranian friend for his huge loss of face, and for B-Boy and the Peruvian partner, because they had trained and prepared for this gig for naught.

Angry Peruvians

Anyway, we decided to leave. And that night and the next day, B-Boy, Girlfriend and I, we all had diarrhea. As Yosemite Sam would say: "That'd learn ya!".

Friday, December 19, 2008

Thursday, December 18, 2008

Ong Bak 2 Trailer

From Wikipedia:

Ong Bak 2 is a 2008 Thai martial arts film co-directed by and starring Tony Jaa. It is a prequel to Ong-Bak: Muay Thai Warrior.

Early press release stated that the story will be adapted from Ai Noom Saraphad Phid, a low-budget martial arts film Jaa developed with his mentor Panna Rittikrai, but was never released because it was shot on expired film stock. The action will incorporate khon, the sacred Thai masked dance. The title roughly translates to "venomous boy" and involves a character whose dark side is dormant until he's transformed by the gracious power of khon dance.

Shooting of the film began in October 2006. It was released in Thailand on December 5 2008.
A new trailer for the movie was released in the mid 2008, showing a fictional fantasy setting where Tony Jaa's character was rescued in the jungle by a group of martial artists of various styles and trained to unify these different styles of martial arts.

Une Affaire Humide

Maintenant que le chauffage a été rétabli chez Casa Boudhiste, il y a le problème de la sécheresse: électricité statique, peau sèche, cheveux impeignables, etc... Ya toujours keke chose.

Via: Miss Celenia

Wednesday, December 17, 2008

Golden Power

Hat tip to Sam (Thank you Sam!)

From the 6th International Circus Festival: GoldenPower from Poland

Dedicated to Asparagus

It's awful, but who can argue taste.

X-Men Origins: Wolverine - Official Trailer

I like the X-Men, especially Wolverine. Here's the trailer of the next installment of the series. Just by watching it, I can understand Hugh Jackman being voted Sexiest Man Alive.

Tuesday, December 16, 2008

The Name's Bond, Gin Bond

H/T to Sam (Thank you Sam!)

Snakes, rabbits and rats, Oh My!

From an article in the UK Telegraph:

The Greater Mekong, which is made up of 600,000 square kilometres of wetlands and rainforest along the Mekong River in Cambodia, Laos, Burma, Thailand, Vietnam and China, is also home to striped rabbits, bright pink millipedes laced with cyanide and a rat that was believed to have become extinct 11 million years ago.

A host of new species has been found in the area, which is so full of life that previously unknown animals and plants have been turning up at a rate of two a week for a decade.

At least 1,068 new species were identified in the Greater Mekong from 1997 to 2007 along with several thousand tiny invertebrates, the Times reports.

Pictures at

Monday, December 15, 2008

If The Shoe Fits

I was hoping more for a trial and indictment as a war criminal at The Haye Tribunal, but humiliation by shoe lapidation is a good start, I guess.

Update: Of course, there are many other blogs that are also featuring video clips of Bush being pelted with shoes. One of them (SuperFrenchie) has a write-your-own-caption contest, with hilarious results. My favourites: "Lame duck", "Time will heel", "Shoe-In for the Hall of Shame", "I said: Throw flowers, not shoes!", "Coup de pompe", "C'est le pied!", etc..

Update: 16 December

Thanks to KCA for pointing me to some more variations of "Bush: My Pet Shoe" at BoingBoing:

More update: 16 December

The Iraqi journalist who threw his shoes at George Bush has been, and is being, tortured, according to credible reports

Via Firedoglake:
Albaghdadia, the TV channel where the Iraqi Journalist Montather Al-Zeidi works, reports that an Iraqi MP (Ms. Zainab Al-Kanani) informed them that Montather’s hand was broken in jail. This confirms a lot of reports and rumors about Montather being subject to torture while the Iraqi authorities are interrogating and detaining him in some unspecified location.

Sunday, December 14, 2008

The New Arrival

Gird your loins and prepare yourself for some baby pictures from Casa Buddhist. Butters, née Taffy, is settling in nicely and has learned to adapt herself to her new home. As threatened, here are some pics.

Fine, you say, but how is the "Big Sister" and previous Center of the Universe accepting the new baby sister? Two words:  Deux Solitudes.

Left side: Waaah! She won't play with me!
Right side: I am ignoring you, you don't exist.

Thursday, December 11, 2008

Christmas Magic Time


Lost In Translation - No.254

An interview of Madonna done in Hungary was translated from Hungarian to English, then to Hungarian, then back to English (

"While Madonna was in Hungary filming her latest magnum opus, Evita, she was interviewed by the Budapest newspaper Blikk. Questions in Hungarian were translated into English and asked of Madonna, whose replies were then translated back into Hungarian for consumption by her Budapestian fans. Shortly after publication, USA Today requested that the entire interview be translated back into English. This is the result.

Blikk: - Madonna, Budapest says hello with arms that are spread-eagled. Did you have a visit here that was agreeable? Are you in good odor? You are the biggest fan of our young people who hear your musical productions and like to move their bodies in response.

Madonna: - Thank you for saying these compliments [holds up hands]. Please stop with taking sensationalist photographs until I have removed my garments for all to see [laughs]. This is a joke I have made.

Blikk: - Madonna, let's cut toward the hunt: Are you a bold hussy-woman that feasts on men who are toys?

Madonna: - Yes, yes, this is certainly something that brings to the surface my longings. In America it is not considered to be mentally ill when a woman advances on her prey in a discotheque setting with hardy cocktails present. And there is more normal attitude toward leather play-toys that also makes my day.

Blikk: - Is this how you met Carlos, your love-servant who is reputed? Did you know he was heaven-sent right off the stick? Or were you dating many other people in your bed at the same time?

Madonna: - No, he was the only one I was dating in my bed then, so it is scientific fact that the baby was made in my womb using him. But as regards these questions, enough! I am a woman and not a test-mouse! Carlos is an everyday person who is in the orbit of a star who is being muscle-trained by him, not as a sex machine.

Blikk: - May we talk with you about your other `baby,' your movie, then? Please do not be denying that the similarities between you and the real Evita are grounded in basis. Power, money, tasty food, Grammys - all these elements are afoot.

Madonna: - What is up in the air with you? Evita never was winning a Grammy!

Blikk: - Perhaps not. But as to your film, in trying to bring your reputation along a rocky road, can you make people forget the bad explosions of Who's That Girl? and Shanghai Surprise?

Madonna: - I am a tip-top starlet. That is my job that I am paid to do.

Blikk: - OK, here's a question from left space: What was your book Slut about?

Madonna: - It was called Sex, my book.

Blikk: - Not in Hungary. Here it was called Slut. How did it come to publish? Were you lovemaking with a man-about-town printer? Do you prefer making suggestive literature to fast-selling CDs?

Madonna: - These are different facets to my career highway. I am preferring to become respected all over the map as a 100% artist.

Blikk: - There is much interest in you from this geographic region, so I must ask this final questions: How many Hungarian men have you dated in bed? Are they No. 1? How are they comparing to Argentine men, who are famous for being tip-top as well?

Madonna: - Well, to avoid aggravating global tension, I would say it's a tie [laughs]. No, no, I am serious now. See here, I am working like a canine all the way around the clock! I have been too busy even to try the goulash that makes your country one for the record books.

Blikk: - Thank you for your candid chitchat.

Madonna: - No problem, friend who is a girl."

You realize of course that the whole thing looks like a hoax. One clue would be that they are talking about Evita winning a Grammy, while the film is supposedly still in the making at the time of the interview. I guess it's just a joke, made at the expense of the supposedly quaint Hungarian language and of Madonna. Still funny, though.

Wednesday, December 10, 2008

East Meets West

Ricky Nelson

When I was young (I heard that!), anything coming from the West was the epitome of civilization and coolness: fashion, music, cuisine, litterature, everything! Vietnamese girls wanted to have light skin and big round eyes, like the French (we didn't care too much for their big nose and hairy arms, but even those defects were better than being short and yellow, we thought). I had a huge crush on Ricky Nelson and a lot of contempt for local heart throbs like Hung Cuong. In other words, I was an Oriental Micheal Jackson, embarrassed by my own race and envious of the white race and yearning to be accepted in their midst.

Hung Cuong

I've learned since to accept and appreciate my Asian looks. I also found out very early in life that there was no welcome wagon waiting for me on the other side, no matter how completely westernized I have become. And now, it seems like the pendulum has swung the other way.

Nowadays, Japan is considered the source of cool technologies, developments and trends. Korea is the mecca for breakdancing, having won several times the International Battle of the Year in Germany. Oriental food is now served and appreciated all over the world. Ramen noodles, pho and Vietnamese sandwiches are the mainstay of students diet in North American colleges.

But the most striking aspect of this phenomenon, in my opinion, is the number of Chinese, Japanese, Korean, Thai films that are being copied or remade by Hollywood. In the past, it was one or two exceptional films, such as the Seven Samurai, that are adapted in the West, once in a while. But nowadays, the list is endless: The Ring, Dark Waters, The Grudge; Mirrors, Shutter, etc...

And today, I learned that they are planning a remake of the classic film "47 Ronin", with Keanu Reeves as the lead. Keanu Frigging Neo Reeves!!


My point? Be yourself, it takes too much energy to be not-you. And if you don't like yourself, wait. You'll become trendy eventually.

Tuesday, December 09, 2008

Hip Hop in the Middle East

B-Boying in Baghdad

They risk their lives, but who can stop young people from dancing?

Rapping in Iran

As far as I'm concerned, the Americans have already won the war.

Boys Will Be Boys - Take two

Did you hear? After the discovery of the infamous Jon Favreau Titty Grope picture, they found out there was another picture posted on his Facebook page, which I reproduce below. These crazy kids! What wild stunts will they think of next? Hahahaha! Haha! Hah! [wipe tears]. Relax, it's just a piece of cardboard. Where is your sense of humor?

Photo: Not Your Sweetie (

There's A New Kid In Town

New arrival at The Buddhist's mansion: Toffee The Teckel (soon to be called something else).

She looks like this, except she has teats et no penis

She's 5 years old, a refugee from a puppy mill where she was kept in a garage and forced to breed (She breeds, You die). She's safe with us now. It seems like all she does all day is eat, sleep and piss/poop everywhere (with a clear preference for antique Persian carpets). We love her to pieces.

Sunday, December 07, 2008

Sex, Lies and Videotapes (version 2008)

Bon, le "sex", c'était pour capter votre attention, mais le reste est le bon titre pour mon billet d'aujourd'hui.

Comme tout le monde sait, le gouvernement conservateur minoritaire du Canada (dirigé par Stephen Harper) ayant fait preuve d'incompétence extrême dans son plan d'action contre la crise économique, l'opposition, en l'occurence le Parti Libéral et le Nouveau Parti Démocratique (NPD), a formé une coalition pour le renverser, avec l'appui du Bloc Québécois. La coalition a été placée sous la direction de Stéphane Dion, du Parti Libéral. Devant cette menace contre son gouvernement, le Premier ministre Harper a rapidement demandé la prorogation (le gel) de la session du Parlement et annoncé la préparation d'un nouveau plan économique moins con. La réponse à ce discours a été une vidéo de M. Dion, livrée avec une heure de retard aux studios de télévision et techniquement tellement mauvaise qu'elle risque de tuer son projet de coalition dans l'oeuf. Voyons ce qu'en disent les médias.

Stéphane Laporte du quotidien La Presse (un autre Stéphane, oui, suivez-moi bien, ne vous laissez pas distraire par tous ces Stephen-Stéphane) a fait la meilleure analyse du fiasco, ou comme moi, Stéphanie Boudhiste, j'appelle ce nouveau scandale, de l'affaire Videogate.

"Tous les commentateurs se sont scandalisés de la piètre qualité de la vidéo du discours de Stéphane Dion réagissant à l'adresse à la nation de Stephen Harper. Qui a réalisé cette oeuvre? Qui était derrière la caméra? Michael Ignatieff? Pierre Falardeau? Stevie Wonder? Cessez vos sarcasmes, ignares que vous êtes! Comme tous les grands génies créateurs, Stéphane Dion est en avance sur son temps. Jean-Luc Godard, aussi, était un incompris.

Stéphane Dion a produit la première vidéo politique d'avant-garde de l'histoire. Et il peut en être fier.

Toute la facture du tournage fait très téléréalité. Comme si une caméra motorisée captait le message. Comme si personne ne la manipulait. Il n'y a que Dion et nous. Pas d'intermédiaire. Comme si Stéphane était en train de «chatter» sur un site de rencontres. Avec sa petite caméra branchée sur son ordi. Stéphane veut nous séduire. Et il le fait à la 2008. C'est raw. C'est rough. C'est New York. C'est branché.

Les critiques se sont, encore une fois, mis un doigt dans l'oeil.

On reproche au clip de débuter sèchement, sans aucun préambule. Voyons donc! Quelle idée moderne d'entrer directement dans le vif du sujet! Pas de fausse mise en scène. Pas de pause affectée. De «Chers Canadiennes, chers Canadiens» interminables! Dion débute son discours comme si on venait de zapper sur lui. Comme si on arrivait au moment important. Il sait que l'heure est grave. Que chaque seconde compte. Et il nous épargne les formules d'introduction toutes faites. Il nous saisit et capte notre attention. Quel innovateur.

On a aussi attaqué le teint rouge de leader de la coalition. Franchement, c'est simple à comprendre. Stéphane Dion est rouge parce qu'il est libéral. Stéphane Dion est rouge parce qu'il fulmine contre l'inertie des conservateurs. Stéphane Dion est rouge parce que le Canada est dans le rouge. Cette coloration est pensée.

Subtilité qui vous a sûrement échappé, à la fin de la vidéo, Stéphane Dion est rendu vert. Parce que la solution à tous nos problèmes ne peut-être qu'environnementale. Enfin un politicien qui ajoute du subliminal à son propos. Si son visage avait été bleu ou jaune, j'aurais pu comprendre qu'on ne comprenne pas, mais rouge et vert, à quelques jours de Noël, c'était facile à décoder.

Comme Hitchcock, Fellini ou Bergman l'ont fait pour le septième art, Dion a révolutionné le clip politique grâce à un cadrage particulièrement original. Son gros plan favorisant le regard rappelait les westerns spaghetti de Sergio Leone. Et l'analogie est brillante. Car le drame de la Chambre des communes n'est rien d'autre qu'un western spaghetti, la coalition nous rappelant Le bon, la brute et le truand. Avec Stéphane, dans le rôle du Bon, Jack (Layton, chef du Nouveau Parti Démocratique), dans celui de la Brute et Gilles (Duceppe, chef du Bloc Québécois) dans celui du Truand. Stephen Harper incarnant la mouche qui tourne autour d'eux. En sortant son cou et son menton du cadre, les Canadiens ne pouvaient que remarquer les yeux à la Clint Eastwood de Stéphane Dion. Un regard de héros. Un regard qui tue.

Trop souvent la cravate d'un homme politique nous déconcentre de son propos. Sergio Dion a réglé le problème. La cravate n'est plus dans l'image.

Le clip est légèrement hors foyer, et ça aussi c'est savamment réfléchi. Le message est simple: tant que Stéphane Dion ne sera pas premier ministre, nous vivons dans un flou économique. Seul lui peut faire la mise au point. Seul lui peut faire disparaître l'ambiguïté de notre existence.

Vrai, la vidéo de Stéphane Dion est arrivée en retard à Radio-Canada, mais vous comprenez maintenant pourquoi. Reproche-t-on à Coppola d'avoir livré Le Parrain en retard? Retournez vite voir ce chef-d'oeuvre sur YouTube, maintenant que vous êtes en mesure d'en saisir toutes les subtilités. Profitez-en pour revoir aussi la vidéo de Stephen Harper, vous constaterez à quel point elle est plate, fade, sans aucune recherche artistique. Un plan moyen fixe, montrant deux feuilles sur son bureau qu'il ne consulte jamais. Derrière lui, des volets fermés, comme s'il se cachait pour faire un mauvais coup. Aucun zoom avant, aucune proximité. Harper garde ses distances avec le peuple. Tandis que Stéphane se colle sur nous. Le plan est tellement serré qu'il est prêt à nous «frencher». Ça, c'est de la passion. Stéphane aime son Canada.

Riez, riez, les Jean Lapierre, Michel C. Auger, Vincent Marissal et autres, quand Stéphane Dion ira chercher sa palme d'or à Cannes, c'est lui qui rira le dernier. Malheureusement, on ne le verra pas, car sa bouche sera hors cadre."

Friday, December 05, 2008

My Christmas Wish List

1. - Sony Rolly MP3 Player - US$ 400.00 for a 2Gb

Luckily for you, it's not available in North America yet, but you can order it from Sony Japan.

2.- USB 2GB Flash Drive Bracelet - US$ 19.99 at

3.- Hello Kitty USB Die cut Speakers - US$ 49.99 also from

4.- ZAPI toothbrush sanitizer - US$29.95 at

Politiquement incorrecte, pour de vrai!

J’ai trouvé un blogue dans le Monde de ce matin, avec pour titre : «Pour un Téléthon politiquement incorrect» ( Mon cœur palpite, parce que depuis une dizaine d’années, j’ai fait le vœu de ne pas tenir compte du politiquement correct et de n’accepter que la vérité, dans la mesure où je suis capable de la découvrir. Aurai-je enfin trouvé une âme sœur, quelqu’un qui partage mon opinion?

Voyons ce que dit le blogue :
« Bonne nouvelle : on peut faire de l’humour sur le handicap, tout en servant la cause… mais il faut être en Norvège.

Si, comme moi, vous êtes allergiques à la célébration compassionnelle du Téléthon (ce dégoulinement de bons sentiments sur fond d’amassage de pepettes), le phénomène norvégien des Boys on Wheels (garçons sur roues) va vous réjouir.

C’est un boys-band de paraplégiques en fauteuils roulants. Ils détournent des tubes de variété et font se gondoler le pays en chantant “my balls are OK” (mes couilles, ça va) ou “at least, I’m not gay” (au moins, je suis pas gay). Le message est toujours le même : je suis paralysé, je suis malade, mais je suis vivant : j’aime, je rêve, je vais aux toilettes et surtout je ris !»

J’ouvre le clip YouTube enchâssé dans l’article, pour voir le show des Boys on Wheels. Taberwouète!! Non seulement les Boys chantent faux comme des casseroles, leur répertoire de chansons est minable, et en plus ils sont homophobes! Une de leurs chansons en anglais dit : «There are guys with bigger problems. Happy today, at least, I’m not gay», ce qui, apparemment, fait se gondoler le pays. Comme quoi, même si on est tout en bas de l’échelle, on trouvera toujours une catégorie de gens pires que soi pour se consoler en leur crachant dessus.

Je suis complètement déçue par l’inanité de l’article, et je vous présente ci-après ma propre liste (non exhaustive) de vérités politiquement incorrectes.

· Les gens en fauteuils roulants et autres handicapés ne sont pas une espèce protégée. On peut les critiquer, parce qu’ils sont comme tout le monde! Il y en a de beaux, de laids, de gentils, de méchants, de génies, d’incompétents, etc. et surtout, il y a beaucoup de cons, comme partout. Voir les Boys on Wheels, avec leur homophobie.

· L’état de mère (ou de père) ne change pas le véritable caractère d’une personne. Parce qu’ils ont eu des relations sexuelles fertiles, les gens reçoivent le titre de parents. Mais un imbécile reste bête, une salope ne devient pas sainte, etc.. Tout le monde connait l’histoire de Lori Drew, une mère de 47 ans, qui a monté tout un complot sur MySpace pour harceler une jeune fille de 15 ans, ex-amie de sa fille, jusqu’à ce que la petite se suicide. Et pourtant, les enfants de tous âges idéalisent leurs parents ou refusent d’en voir les défauts. Chez les Vietnamiens surtout (et certainement dans d’autres cultures), on ne peut pas dire du mal de ses parents et donc la société vietnamienne toute entière est composée de saints et de saintes. Les salauds, les méchants, les cons, les brigands, les assassins, etc. sont des gens sans enfants.

· Les enfants ne sont pas tous des anges. Il y a des méchants, des vicieux, des mythomanes, etc.… Oui, on peut les réhabiliter, mais certains sont incorrigibles. Corollaire : tous les bébés ne sont pas mignons. Je veux bien subir les photos des enfants de mes amis, quitte à leur imposer ultérieurement les photos de ma chienne, mais les photos de 99% des nouveau-nés (surtout endormis) sont carrément hideuses et parfois même grotesques; svp ne pas les imposer aux autres.

Quand vous m'envoyez les photos de vos enfants/petits enfants, voici ce que vous voyez.

Voici ce que moi je vois. Non, sérieusement.

· Les religieux ne sont pas au-dessus de tout soupçon. Chez les Vietnamiens, encore une fois, on ne critique pas un bonze, c’est un « péché » de le faire. Tout le monde est au courant de leurs nombreuses frasques (sexuelles, financières, criminelles, etc.), mais les coupables sont toujours les bonzes d’autres pagodes, celles qu’on ne fréquente pas. Comme disait le Président Roosevelt à propos du dictateur Somoza : « He may be a son of a bitch, but he’s our son of a bitch! ». Donc motus et bouche cousue.

· Les « experts » ne sont pas toujours compétents. Vous les connaissez, ces experts : le critique gastronomique qui dit des âneries dans sa rubrique, parce qu’il ne connait pas la cuisine qu’il critique (« Le ‘pho’ vietnamien est une imitation coloniale de la bouillabaisse française », « I found the dish quite bland, until the waiter told us we were supposed to dip the roll in the sauce »); le dentiste vietnamien qui arrache la mauvaise dent d’un patient et qui lui facture ensuite l’extraction des deux dents; les listes des dix, vingt ou cent meilleurs films/acteurs/livres, etc.. remplies de choix douteux et d’omissions flagrantes; les critiques de cinéma qui recommandent des films obscurs que personne ne va voir et critiquent des films qui font des millions de recettes, etc., et surtout, surtout, les météorologues, les économistes, les tireurs de cartes et autres voyants, qui disent n’importe quoi, qui se trompent sans cesse, mais qui continuent d’avoir un travail rémunéré.

La liste continue...

Thursday, December 04, 2008

My Day So Far

funny pictures of cats with captions

Advent Calendar

Hubble Space Telescope - Circinus Galaxy Black Hole

A few days late, but I just found out via Anglachel (, wonderful pictures from the Hubble Space Telescope which you can uncover one per day until Christmas: So bookmark the page and go there to unveil a new picture every day, until the 25th.

Hubble Space Telescope - Crab Nebula

Wednesday, December 03, 2008

Tuesday, December 02, 2008

Today's LOL Dog


Why Buddhism Is Less Dangerous To Your Health Than Christianism

From The Telegraph (United Kingdom) ( :

A vicar attended hospital with a potato stuck up his bottom - and claimed it got there after he fell on to the vegetable while naked. The clergyman, in his 50s, told nurses he had been hanging curtains when he fell backwards on to his kitchen table. He happened to be nude at the time of the mishap, said the vicar, who insisted he had not been playing a sex game. The vicar had to undergo a delicate operation to extract the vegetable, one of a range of odd items medics in Sheffield have had to remove from people's backsides or genitals.

A & E nurse Trudi Watson, of Sheffield's Northern General Hospital, said: "... It's not for me to question his story. He had to undergo surgery to have it removed." She advised anyone tempted to use such objects in sex games to think again: "It can be very dangerous and potentially life-threatening," she said. "Surgery can lead to infection, nasty scarring, and it could possibly end up with the person having to use a colostomy bag as a result."

And remember, last year, this report from The Smoking Gun ? ( :

An Alabama minister who died in June of "accidental mechanical asphyxia" was found hogtied and wearing two complete wet suits, including a face mask, diving gloves and slippers, rubberized underwear, and a head mask, according to an autopsy report. Investigators determined that Rev. Gary Aldridge's death was not caused by foul play and that the 51-year-old pastor of Montgomery's Thorington Road Baptist Church was alone in his home at the time he died (while apparently in the midst of some autoerotic undertaking). While the Montgomery Advertiser, which first obtained the autopsy records, reported on Aldridge's two wet suits, the family newspaper chose not to mention what police discovered inside the minister's rubber briefs.

I rest my case. At least, when buddhist monks practice sex, it's just boring sex with other monks or with women from the congregation. None of that kinky stuff (as far as I know) !!!

Monday, December 01, 2008

Australian Ad for Kotex (Men, don't ask)

From Miss Celania: Pamper Your Beaver

The Petrodollar Scam

Sent in by Bernard (Merci Bernouille!).

Attention: Musique forte et désagréable. Mute your speakers before watching.

More explanations (Both video clips were posted in 2007).