Tuesday, December 29
wearing white coats. I'm just happy that after months of slow
performance and sudden freezes, someone from the FNAC helpline finally
admitted that yes, it could be a hardware problem, and that they would
indeed repair or replace, instead of telling me to do yet another
clean install and implying that I "don't know how to use the Mac".
Actually that wasn't implied, that was actually said out loud. Right,
so for instance all I've got running are Safari and iTunes, out of the
blue the computer freezes and won't respond to trying to force quit
the programs, the disk utility warns that the hard drive is failing,
and it might be my fault because I don't know how to use a Mac? Wanker.
Anyway, here's hoping it gets sorted, and thank goodness we were
obsessive about backing up files!
Monday, December 7
Monday, November 23
Sunday, November 22
Then went out for dinner to a fondue place in Montmartre that serves wine out of baby bottles. Yes, it's a bit of a tourist trap, but it was more fun than expected. I had last been there when I was a teenager, believe it or not, and it hadn't changed a bit. Even the waiter was the same. He used to be a metal worker and started working there 21 years ago, is retiring at the end of the year. Crusty and irreverent and funny and intolerant as only an old-time Parisian waiter can be. Plus, I scored a phone number. I've still got it baby, whatever "it" is.
Friday, November 13
I'm not sure what is more pathetic, that some people would actually spend that much money on a case for a phone (global financial crisis? what's that?), or that this is the topic for my first blog post in 2 months.
Friday, September 25
(And no, this probably isn't enough content for a blog post but I can't be bothered with Twitter, where most of my followers are spammers who get banned before I can even click on their profiles to find out who they are and why the heck they would want to follow me).
Sunday, September 20
Buy new toothbrushes, point out to S (not one of my more scintillating conversational topics, granted) that they have a nifty thing that's supposed to polish teeth in addition to just brushing them, and conclude perkily with, "and of course there's one of each, yellow and blue!"
- Ummmm... you mean you haven't always been using the yellow one?
- No. I just grab whichever one is on the left.
Some things are not meant to be shared, even in the closest of relationships. Plaque, to my mind, is one of them.
Thursday, September 10
Friday, August 21
Wednesday, August 5
Wednesday, July 29
That's also the day I started dieting. Coincidence? I think not. Not stuffing my face = too depressed to blog.
I did lose 3 kilos, though. 2 of which I gain back instantly as soon as I have a "normal" meal so I'm not sure a) how sustainable this is going to be in the long run and/or b) how reliable my scales are. And is it somewhat worrisome that I find it much easier to give up desserts, and second helpings, and fries, and so on than I do my daily glass or two of wine? Nah, I didn't think so either...
In other food related news, it's not "la crise" for everyone - I just called 5-6 restaurants before I could score a table for tomorrow night. Will be checking out Pramil with two dear friends who just happen to be very fit athletic men with healthy appetites, so I will eat and drink with them to my little heart's content and not mention calories, or they will mercilessly take the piss out of me for being such a girl.
Sunday, June 14
Bad: except that I went for a rather long walk today and as a consequence of having had my calloused skin pumiced off the soles of my feet, I now have blisters there instead. Booo.
Ugly: well, not really ugly. And I don't want to turn into one of these neurotic women who talks of diets and calories and nothing else, BUT, at my work medical on Friday, the Dr. pointed out that I had had gained a kilo a year since 2005. "It's normal", he said, "the metabolism slows down, your lifestyle becomes more sedentary..." (he didn't add "as you get older", but that's what the little rascal was implying). Extrapolating for photographs and clothing that I still have in my closet, dating from 2000, or even, gasp, the late 90's, I can safely assume that the one kilo a year gain has been going on for the last 10 or so years. So normal it may be, but FFS, I'm only 36 - if I continue gaining a kilo a year for the rest of my life I'll soon be larger than I am tall. Guess this is the start of a new era, one of will power and portion control in the face of salty greasy goodness. Bummer.
Friday, June 5
Official site of the film here - careful, it opens with music and the trailer.
Tuesday, June 2
Not to, say, Jane Austen, or Emma Thompson, but more prosaic, everyday pleasures such as Marmite, bitter shandy, pork and leek sausages, and weirdly flavored crisps. Not necessarily all at the same time, though. And while I can happily say crisps instead of chips, I refuse to spell flavor with a "u". But I digress.
Why, then, had I never tasted milk chocolate Hobnobs until this most recent trip ?
Why ? WHY ?
Oh the bitter, wasted years.
"Oh, you'd never had Hobnobs before? They're classic."
Well yes. Indeed.
Tuesday, May 19
Of course, as S helpfully pointed out, it's not really interesting enough to think about much at 4 p.m., either.
But at least from 9 to 6 I'm getting paid for it.
Wednesday, May 13
Monday after Pilates and yoga I was too lazy to change back into street clothes, so I took the metro home wearing sweatpants. For the first ever, I wore exercise clothes "out" in public.
Yesterday after going to the movies (Wolverine, fab eye candy, not a great movie, but hey, Wolverine has always been my favorite superhero, and how could I resist an ensemble cast including Hugh Jackman, Ryan "The Abs" Reynolds, and Liev Schrieber looking as butch as I've ever seen him?) we had dinner, at, foodies please forgive me, KFC.
And today I was seduced by a buy one, get one free offer and succombed to the allure of white wine in a plastic bottle.
This is the end, my friends. I used to be a fairly classy chick. It's all downhill from here.
Thursday, May 7
Not "Bonjour Angleterre", mind you, but "Good Morning England".
Why bother ?*
*I don't mean why bother seeing it - please please do - it's great, the music is, of course, fantastic, but so is the cast, and it's a real feel good movie.
Hugh was there, wearing a black leather jacket (well of course), sort of at the periphery of the group. We kept looking at each other from across the room. I couldn't take my eyes off him for more than a few minutes at a time (well of course not) and whenever I glanced back at him he was already looking at me, and smiling, and I knew that he loved me already. We went out for a stroll in the night and and nothing bad could ever happen to me while he was near, and we kissed and it was all magic until I told him I couldn't possibly run away with him and leave S.
When I woke up and told S about it he was amused but not, I feel, suitably impressed by my loyalty.
Yes, it's kind of adolescent to have celebrity crushes, but isn't there something simply irresistible about a man who can sing, dance, snarl, and kick ass all with equal aplomb and grace ?
Tuesday, May 5
So now I can be even more spaced out and in my own little world than ever before, listening to my private soundtrack while balancing precariously with my nose in a stranger's armpit on the metro at rush hour.
Having Born to Run come on the shuffle while grocery shopping, though, that's a bit anticlimatic. So much for rolling down the window and letting the wind blow back my hair. Instead I chose white toilet paper (instead of pink) and muttered to myself at the price of broccoli. (2,40 euros for a little head of hardly 500 grams, outrageous...). But I did it all with Bruce instead of supermarket muzak, and that, my friends, can only be a good thing.
Monday, May 4
Friday, April 10
Other than that, a disappointment. I expected better from Stephen Frears. The editing was seriously awkward - some cuts between scenes seemed very strange, the more serious bits of dialogue were laughable, and for a 90 minute movie, it sure felt long. Not at all up to par with The Queen or his other work. Too bad...
Monday, April 6
...how 98% percent of the time, you double-check that everything is just so, and the one time you don't , because you assume that other people do their jobs correctly, it all goes pear-shaped and you're told that you should verify instead of assuming ?
...how half your working day is spent doing what constitutes your job, and the other half is spent writing e-mails just to cover your ass so that you have things in writing just in case you have to justify something you've done, or haven't done ? And another portion of your time is spent reading e-mails written by other people who are just covering their asses ? (And yes, of course yet more time is spent faffing around on the internet, but I didn't blow off steam from time to time my head would implode.)
Anyway. All that.
Soul-destroying corporate whoredom, as I said to a friend last week. Tongue in cheek, mostly. Well, partly.
Well, actually, let's face it, if I never had to work for another day again in my life it's not like I would miss the challenge, is it.
OK, now I'm just blathering. Enough.
Tuesday, March 24
As opposed to just being born, which also increases the likelihood of death to, oh, about 100% ?
OK, when you go to the actual article it specifies "early death", but the title of the RSS feed blurb didn't say that...
Tuesday, March 17
"No, I don't want to change my fucking password again. Fuck off!"
Closely followed by, "Oh for fuck's sake you've got to be fucking kidding me!" once Outlook opened and I got my emails up on screen.
Deep breaths, and more deep breaths.
Saturday, March 14
I apply in lieu of usual moisturizer and prance around S until he starts paying attention.
- Do I look radiantly youthful ?
- You look slimy.
Oh. Good thing it was only a free sample then.
Monday, March 9
Case in point, Kate Atkinson in an August 2008 interview in The Times: “I was an only child and read a lot. You can be a happy adult - I am - not a happy child, or a happy child and not a happy adult. I think I was probably just too solitary.”
Sunday, March 1
Tuesday, February 24
Saturday, February 21
This film took all the elements of a cheesy underdog sports movie and turned them around into something that left me in an emotional stupor for the rest of the evening.
For Rourke fans, this is a great interview on Charlie Rose.
Wednesday, February 18
From their review of The International: "At some point, the suspension of disbelief required by The International becomes equivalent to lynching a hippo with dental floss."
Of course I'll see it anyway, but forewarned is forearmed. I'm just in it for the eye candy.
Saturday, February 14
Tuesday, February 10
- I was just thinking about that this morning, actually.
- About a long term plan ?
- Well, I thought about the fact that we don't have one.
- Oh? And?
- I didn't really come to any conclusions, though.
- Well that's fine. I never have long term plans, I was just wondering if you did.
Thursday, January 22
In other highly exciting news, the new DSLR has been upstaged by an even more recent new toy - we've switched over to Mac and we're not coming back.
Which is great because everything just works, as all Mac users say - you turn it on and there it is. Easy to use, intuitive commands in the various applications, fast, and yes, ridiculously good looking.
Which is not so great because after resisting the iPod siren for years, I now have iPod/iPhone lust, and we need a new external hard disk for back-ups (you never know...) and this, and that, and everything else, so a major purchase is now being followed by smaller but not inconsequential purchases, and if I'm spending all my money on tech stuff I don't have any left over for shoes and handbags, and surely that's not right.
Friday, January 9
So this year's resolutions, in no particular order, are:
- keep a clean and tidy house so that I can consider having people drop in at short or no notice without having a panic attack. (Should be feasible, if S cooperates...)
- develop a better attitude about my job, or find a new one. (Attitude adjustment, meh. I'll try, though. New job, perhaps feasible but not ideal due to economic downturn)
- become a better photographer instead of just a snapshot taker (yeah, I can do that. And it will be fun)
- exercise, exercise, exercise. (So far so good: 3 yoga classes and 2 Pilates classes this week. Effects probably counteracted by having brownies, more brownies and nothing but brownies for dinner last night, but never mind)