Il y a du monde qui ont toutes sortes de talents. Certains sont plus discutables que d'autres. Mais pour certains autres, on ne peut pas protester. Comme pour les images retrouvées là:
http://slightlywarped.com/crapfactory/amazingimages/adsidewalk.htm
samedi, octobre 20, 2007
mardi, octobre 09, 2007
Flying Spaghetti Monster
Je sais, je ne devrais probablement pas faire la publicité de ce genre de truc complètement dément et Américain. Mais sincérement, je ne peux pas m'en empêcher. Je ne me souviens pas avoir autant rit qu'en lisant les 8 'commandements' ci-dessous. Désolée, il sont uniquement en anglais. J'aurais pu les traduire, mais sincérement, ils seraient beaucoup moins drôles.
Avertissement: Ne lisez ce qui suit qu'en cas de fatigue avancée ou de période de malfonctionnement du cerveau. Sinon, ça n'en vaut pas la peine.
The Eight "I'd Really Rather You Didn'ts"
I'd really rather you didn't act like a sanctimonious holier-than-thou ass when describing my noodly goodness. If some people don't believe in me, that's okay. Really, I'm not that vain. Besides, this isn't about them so don't change the subject.
I'd really rather you didn't use my existence as a means to oppress, subjugate, punish, eviscerate, and/or, you know, be mean to others. I don't require sacrifices, and purity is for drinking water, not people.
I'd really rather you didn't judge people for the way they look, or how they dress, or the way they talk, or, well, just play nice, Okay? Oh, and get this into your thick heads: woman = person. man = person. Samey = Samey. One is not better than the other, unless we're talking about fashion and I'm sorry, but I gave that to women and some guys who know the difference between teal and fuchsia.
I'd really rather you didn't indulge in conduct that offends yourself, or your willing, consenting partner of legal age AND mental maturity. As for anyone who might object, I think the expression is go f*** yourself, unless they find that offensive in which case they can turn off the TV for once and go for a walk for a change.
I'd really rather you didn't challenge the bigoted, misogynistic, hateful ideas of others on an empty stomach. Eat, then go after the b*******.
I'd really rather you didn't build multi million-dollar churches/temples/mosques/shrines to my noodly goodness when the money could be better spent (take your pick):
Ending poverty
Curing diseases
Living in peace, loving with passion, and lowering the cost of cableI might be a complex-carbohydrate omniscient being, but I enjoy the simple things in life. I ought to know. I AM the creator.
I'd really rather you didn't go around telling people I talk to you. You're not that interesting. Get over yourself. And I told you to love your fellow man, can't you take a hint?
I'd really rather you didn't do unto others as you would have them do unto you if you are into, um, stuff that uses a lot of leather/lubricant/Las Vegas. If the other person is into it, however (pursuant to #4), then have at it, take pictures, and for the love of Mike, wear a CONDOM! Honestly, it's a piece of rubber. If I didn't want it to feel good when you did it I would have added spikes, or something.
Source: Wikipédia.
Avertissement: Ne lisez ce qui suit qu'en cas de fatigue avancée ou de période de malfonctionnement du cerveau. Sinon, ça n'en vaut pas la peine.
The Eight "I'd Really Rather You Didn'ts"
I'd really rather you didn't act like a sanctimonious holier-than-thou ass when describing my noodly goodness. If some people don't believe in me, that's okay. Really, I'm not that vain. Besides, this isn't about them so don't change the subject.
I'd really rather you didn't use my existence as a means to oppress, subjugate, punish, eviscerate, and/or, you know, be mean to others. I don't require sacrifices, and purity is for drinking water, not people.
I'd really rather you didn't judge people for the way they look, or how they dress, or the way they talk, or, well, just play nice, Okay? Oh, and get this into your thick heads: woman = person. man = person. Samey = Samey. One is not better than the other, unless we're talking about fashion and I'm sorry, but I gave that to women and some guys who know the difference between teal and fuchsia.
I'd really rather you didn't indulge in conduct that offends yourself, or your willing, consenting partner of legal age AND mental maturity. As for anyone who might object, I think the expression is go f*** yourself, unless they find that offensive in which case they can turn off the TV for once and go for a walk for a change.
I'd really rather you didn't challenge the bigoted, misogynistic, hateful ideas of others on an empty stomach. Eat, then go after the b*******.
I'd really rather you didn't build multi million-dollar churches/temples/mosques/shrines to my noodly goodness when the money could be better spent (take your pick):
Ending poverty
Curing diseases
Living in peace, loving with passion, and lowering the cost of cableI might be a complex-carbohydrate omniscient being, but I enjoy the simple things in life. I ought to know. I AM the creator.
I'd really rather you didn't go around telling people I talk to you. You're not that interesting. Get over yourself. And I told you to love your fellow man, can't you take a hint?
I'd really rather you didn't do unto others as you would have them do unto you if you are into, um, stuff that uses a lot of leather/lubricant/Las Vegas. If the other person is into it, however (pursuant to #4), then have at it, take pictures, and for the love of Mike, wear a CONDOM! Honestly, it's a piece of rubber. If I didn't want it to feel good when you did it I would have added spikes, or something.
Source: Wikipédia.
lundi, octobre 08, 2007
Vacances?
Après pas loin d'un mois d'absence, me revoilà! Je profite de ma deuxième journée de vacances depuis le 27 juin (pour ceux qui ont une bonne mémoire, le 27 juin était la dernière journée en vélo de notre périple sur le petit train du nord) pour essayer de trouver quelque chose d'intéressant à vous raconter.
Premièrement, je suis toujours vivante. C'est déjà une bonne chose. Non seulement je suis encore vivante, mais en plus, j'apprends des trucs intéressants. Donc maintenant, je peux vous rouler dans votre lit, changer votre lit, vous laver, vous déplacer (avec mes bras ou le lève personne), vous faire tomber, vous relever, prendre votre glycémie et votre pression, marcher en béquilles et plein d'autres trucs chouettes du genre. Je connais aussi toute les composantes d'une cellules (à peu près), je peux fertiliser une souche de E.Coli dans un vase de Pétri, je connais le modèle conceptuel de l'hopital, j'ai des bases en psychologie (oui oui!) et je joue une fois semaine au badminton contre un lutin du Père Noël réincarner en prof d'éduc.
Alors voilà. Maitnenant que vous pouvez voir à quel point la vie d'une étudiante en première session au Cégep est intéressante, je vous laisse profiter de votre Action de Grâce. Traiter votre dinde avec respect!
Premièrement, je suis toujours vivante. C'est déjà une bonne chose. Non seulement je suis encore vivante, mais en plus, j'apprends des trucs intéressants. Donc maintenant, je peux vous rouler dans votre lit, changer votre lit, vous laver, vous déplacer (avec mes bras ou le lève personne), vous faire tomber, vous relever, prendre votre glycémie et votre pression, marcher en béquilles et plein d'autres trucs chouettes du genre. Je connais aussi toute les composantes d'une cellules (à peu près), je peux fertiliser une souche de E.Coli dans un vase de Pétri, je connais le modèle conceptuel de l'hopital, j'ai des bases en psychologie (oui oui!) et je joue une fois semaine au badminton contre un lutin du Père Noël réincarner en prof d'éduc.
Alors voilà. Maitnenant que vous pouvez voir à quel point la vie d'une étudiante en première session au Cégep est intéressante, je vous laisse profiter de votre Action de Grâce. Traiter votre dinde avec respect!
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