CouchSurfing… I’ve talked about it in the past, but I thought I’d be more technical this time. Less fiction, more reality. Because it is becoming very real with the days rolling by. So, what is CouchSurfing? It is an impressive network of people all around the globe, either hosting people coming to their town, or…… Continue reading My couch collection…
Un vêtement sur deux n’est pas vendu au Canada. Title of a big enquiry that was held in Canada lately. Well, big, there are worst things to worry about, but still… So, in English; “One piece of clothing out of two, isn’t sold in Canada”. I heard that on tv, and thought to myself that…… Continue reading The importance of commas…
For a living, that is. I froze… What job was my dad doing when I was a child? He could have been a doctor, a singer… He could have driven big trucks, leaving for weeks at a time, being a truck driver. He could have been a taxi driver, or played in “Taxi driver”, then…… Continue reading What did your father do?
The Big Apple… I never had an appeal for big cities. Big cities are loud, crowded and dirty… I probably thought that because I had always lived in peaceful little places. New York was far from a peaceful little place. It was big. American Big. As soon as we entered Manhattan’s core, I felt like…… Continue reading Too good to be fiction? (part 2)
Do you remember our roadtrip in 2001? The one that we arranged when I found the supposedly exact address for Amytiville’s famous haunted house. Arranged being a big word… If my memory is good, the conversation resembled this; Hey, I found the Amityville house’s address! Really?? We should go… We should, indeed! How about next…… Continue reading Too good to be fiction?
Discovering other cultures forces you to look at your own people, and compare… And when I compare Québec to the rest of the world, it seems we are very confused and/or confusing people… First, we are the (almost) only people speaking French in all North America. Of course there are other French speakers around, but…… Continue reading Imperial or Metric?
People think I am just traveling to Denmark for fun, but people are easily fooled! Business trip then? You sure don’t look like a business woman! Nope, think again… I am on a mission. Svendborg’s Fairy has spoken to me in my dreams… She spoke of a magic dress I was to seek on her…… Continue reading On a mission…
Dear friend, I took this picture shortly after you went to bed tonight. I wanted to capture the moment. I think you’ll like it as much as I do, or at least I hope so. It is just imperfect enough to my liking. A little blurry, like me, presenting a questionable subject, badly framed. That’s…… Continue reading Because the moon in your sky is the moon in mine… A response to my dear faraway friend, and possibly the longest Blog post title in the history of Blogging!
It happens every time. Just like the Internets, organs are not to be trusted. Hearts will go out of their ways to make up stories, so you choose their aguments over your Head’s. Knowing dang too well that it is the Head’s main job to take decisions… And, let’s face it, Hearts aren’t the best…… Continue reading Hands and bladder conspiracy…
At the office. Alone. It is time for supper, and tonight I am feasting on a not that exciting bowl of Hamburger Helper. To make it more… To make it less… Hmmm. I decided to go get some ketchup from the building’s cafeteria. The two maintenance employees were lunching together. It is a little special…… Continue reading Something’s wrong…
Cyranny's Cove 