Health concern

I realized one worrying thing today. I havent eaten a single fruit in six months. But I have drunk loads of red wine. Wine is pressed grapes, right? And grapes = fruit.
So Basically I am healthy.

Should Mickelino eat fruit more often?
	Yes, 'cos I like him juicy
	No, 'cos he's juicy enough
	Whatever, I couldn't care less
	Mickelino shouldn't post anything when he has nothing to say
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Orgasmic

This is official, this thing in the picture is the best present I've ever received in my life. This instrument that looks like a boring iron spider or a funny little hat, if your imagination stretches far, will provide you with so much pleasure and happiness that it'll make you shed tears of joy as soon as you use it or as soon as someone uses it on you. Anybody with a minimum of sensitivity will not be able to stop using it. It's the best thing since beef carpaccio, I swear. If you know what it's for then don't say anything and just go and buy one at once. If you don't, you'll love it. But let's just see first if you can guess what it is.

Frog with a Blog TV: Learn Dirty, Dirty French

Voilà! Click on the flag for your first dirty French lesson!

Coming soon to a blog near you

Just for Babs and Whatalotoffun who've been harrassing me about desperately needing a lesson in dirty French. Before the weekend, you should be able to practice using your first dirty words in French and yell at all your frog friends in a very rude manner. Stay tune!
Picture 1: Babs looking bitchy.
Picture 2: Whatalotoffun looking sweet.

Garage sale

I don't know what's happening to me these days, but I'm so not inspired to post anything. But since I live in the fear that you may stop loving me, dear readers, (yes, I'm fishing big time here!), here is a totally uninspired post about the garage sale Fav. Mr B and I went to on Sunday.

2 friends of ours (see pic) decided to get rid of all the scary presents people had given them throughout the years, wedding, birthdays etc... everything ended up on a small table on the town-hall square and disappeared for a total of 100€. This is what happens to the tacky presents one buys people. Lesson to learn: never buy anything to your friends, just give them money or booze, that's the only thing they will truly appreciate. Thankfully, none of the items sold by my friends on that day were presents they'd received from me. Not that my taste in decoration is similar to theirs, no, I just realized I had simply never given them any presents. How convenient!

I did buy, some of their stuff though, a candle holder and two books (mainly because I like my friends, not because I desperately needed these things, in other words I've been had again). Later, while walking around the garage sale, I found a dirty old mirror. It was very dusty and I'm afraid it might be inhabited by small animals, but somehow, it just sat there among flowery china and looked at me, looking all sad. It said buy me, buy me, buy me... the seller announced the price and said 20 euros, I went down to 7, hoping to get it for 10. He accepted 7 without complaining and shrugged as if he were saying he'd have given to me for free, had I insisted.

What am I going to do with all this junk now, organize my own garage sale?

Scandal Finnish Victory

Even though I'm genuinely happy that Finland won for the first time, I think their entry was a true scandal. I want everyone to start writing a complaint letter to the Eurovision Broadcasting Union and tell them that there must have been a confusion between some of the Nordic countries and that Finland and Sweden are not to be switched. I'm sure that some of the votes that went to Finland were supposed to go to Sweden, I can't see any other solution! Most people in Europe have no idea where both countries are and often confuse them. Yes, that must be it!
Oh well, thank god I spent the night at Rhino75's International Congress Center and my dear host managed to make me drown my sorrows in all sorts of alcoholic beverages... Read his review for more info.

Good evening Europe!

Ladies & gentlemen, the big day has come, the climax of your musical year, the tackiest show on earth, the Eurovision Song Contest is about to begin. Put your glitter outfit on, start practising lifting up your arms in the air, get your score sheet and a reasonable amount of good friends and booze and witness the only thing that unites Europeans.
When I was a kid (this status was valid until 1 year ago), my sister and I would record the show every year and watch it over and over, learned the songs in phonetic Finnish and Swiss-German and would have our own Eurovision in the living-room.
Last week, my sister and I got together and remembered our years of living-room fame and decided to put on a highly glamorous Eurovision show right there in her house with glitter and emotions. Here is a video of our performance, this is Croatia 1993, in Croatian yes, well phonetic Croatian anyways. See how we shake our legs and swing our hips, see how se lift our arm in the air for the final verse, see how we are simply ready for Athens tonight.
For those of you who are in Europe and watch the show, please vote for France, because this year's song is so bad that I don't think we'll get any other votes otherwise. Thanks.

SurpriseD party

On Saturday I was invited to my friend's Y's surprise 30th birthday party. I love surprises and especially the look of surprise on the surprised people's face. The birthday girl was not exactly thrilled as her facial expression said more something like "WTF" when she saw 20 people pop out from behind the sofa rather than the expected "Oh my god all my friends are here, I love you so much"-kinda facial expression.

In order to compensate for that lack of enthusiasm (the latter eventually appeared on her face at the view of the very expensive presents we got her), it seems that everyone kept on looking very surprised all night. How surprising...

The perfect weekend

There is nothing better than a weekend back home in Bordeaux where I could enjoy the full treatment:

Wild party with crazy girls!
Brunch in the garden under the spring sun!
Afternoon at the beach!
Dinner party with dear friends!
Intense hang-over watching Six Feet Under in my underwear (a bit embarrassing but oh well...)

All of that with a view over Medieval Bordeaux!

Have a look!

Smoking isn't good for you

Smoking isn't good for you. That's the lesson I learnt today.

I was at the office, opened the door to have a smoke on the balcony while making phone calls on my cell at the same time. As only half of my brain actually functions, I can't usually smoke and do something else at the same time. That requires too much effort. So as I was speaking on the phone, I inadvertantly dropped my cigarette on the ground, bent down to catch it before it fell down on the sidewalk. Unfortunately I dropped my phone while catching my cigarette. Somehow, I felt less worried when I caught my cigarette although the phone was gone. I found it a few seconds later, it had fallen into the office. As I bent down again to catch it, I ripped my pants, between the legs. The fear of showing my underwear to the whole street made me fall down on the floor into my office and I f*** up my knee as I reached the floor.

Now I walk like I had too much sex last night. People don't even feel sorry for me.

Birds

I don't know why, but I hate birds. I just want to stuff them with herbs and a lemon and then eat them.

The city council in Chicago has voted to make Illinois' largest city, the first city in the US to outlaw the sale of foie gras (goose-liver) that normal people consider a delicacy and Chicagoans describe as a product of inhumane treatment. In three months, Chicago restaurants serving foie gras are subject to a 500$ fine.

I recently read that most anglo-saxon cultures consider that animals have souls and feel pain.

Latin cultures consider that animals (except dogs and cats) hardly have a brain and therefore don't feel the pain. Animals are there to be eaten. End of the story. Frogs, snails, geese... you name it. It's all brainless and very yummy.

Chicago's mayor, Richard Daley is not happy. "We have children getting killed by gang leaders and dope dealers, we have real issues in this city. And we spend time dealing with foie-gras? Let's get some priorities."

A wise man.

In my next life, I want to reincarnate into a goose. I want to be force-fed grains all my life and end up spread softly on a toast washed away by a sip of Champagne.

The best way to go.

(For yummy foie-gras recipes, click here)

Tuesday's poem

Asparagus is a beautiful word

So is antibiotics

The Art Contest: Diaporamadrid

I am very interested in art but I know very little about it. What? what? Shame on me? Well, let's see how much YOU know about art. I've gathered here some of the most amazing pieces of art I saw in Madrid this weekend. You should be able to guess from the style which painter/sculptor created them. You just need to find the artist, not the name of the piece. You don't even need to say which painting was painted by whom, just give me the list of artists in the comment box. That's all. Easy? Right? You'll see the pieces of art at the end of the fabulous documentary below. Enjoy!

Where am I going?

I'm going to spend the weekend in a very famous European city. Its main attractions are fabulous museums that form a triangle in the heart of the city. The other main attractions are the night life and some ubiquitous minimalistic dishes.

Souvenirs I will definitely bring back from there: 4 cartons of cheap cigarettes, dried sausage and a hat.
So where am I going?

Tagged

I've been tagged by Celeste, a beautiful South African girl (well, that's what she says anyway, but her picture still remains to be seen;-) hiding behind the secret name: whatalotoffun and who lives in Port Elizabeth, South Africa.

PE, as it's commonly called, is in SA (as the country is commonly called, God they're lazy...) is a city I visited a few years ago. Unfortunately, my first impression of the place wasn't great and I once said so on Reluctant Nomad's site, another South African, commonly called RN, I'm sure. Which of course made whatalotoffun react immediately and start her revenge program.
Hence the very irritating questions she asked me (and many of you) below. I don't particularly enjoy memes usually, but I must admit they give one a better idea of who the blogger is and as I want to be nice to whatalotoffun after criticizing her amazingly beautiful city (how silly of me), here we go...
Oh! And according to the tradition, I have also tagged 4 people, but I have changed the meme. see below.

4 jobs I’ve had :

Not sure which ones I should focus on since if you’ve read this, you know that I’ve had my share of weird jobs. But let’s try to make a selection here:

Cleaning lady at a hotel in Wyoming

Italian coffee salesman in Germany

Actor in a radio broadcast soap-opera in Sweden

My current job, which is not as weird as the ones above.

4 movies I could watch over and over:

Clockwork Orange

The Sound of Music

Sophie’s Choice

Moulin Rouge

4 places I’ve lived:

Stockholm, Sweden

Bangkok, Thailand

Mammoth Hot Springs, Wyoming, USA

Bordeaux, France

4 TV shows I love to watch:

Six Feet Under

Desperate Housewives

Will & Grace

Edward Northon’s show

Eurovision Song Contest

Friends

(sorry, but I love watching crap on TV, so had to find more than 4)

4 places I’ve been on vacation

Capetown, South Africa

Tokyo, Japan

Phnom Penh, Cambodia

Saint Petersburg, Russia

(There are many more though, but these were some of my favorite places)

4 sites I visit often:

blogs

www.lemonde.fr

www.dn.se

www.itunes.com

4 of my favorite foods

(This one is really too hard as I love food more than anything else, but among the favorite classics), recipes available on demand.

Larb moo (spicy beef salad) with sticky rice

Nigiri sushi

Beef carpaccio with olive oil and parmesan

Jansson’s temptation

4 places I’d rather be right now:

Cheap seafood restaurant on a beach in Hua Hin, Thailand

At a dinner party at some good friends’ place, drinking wine, discussing important matters such as "is Susan in Desperate Housewives going to get back with Mike?" sh... don't tell me.

Getting ready for my Academy Award speech

On my way to a singalong Sound of Music night

4 people I have tagged:

Sorry guys but this meme is ending here since I’m changing the subject to:

The Memebarrassment

1- One secret I’ve never told anyone before (preferrably something juicy I’m quite ashamed of)

2- One famous person I would give up everything/everybody for.

3- One fruit or vegetable I surprisingly find erotic, please explain why.

4- One TV show/movie I secretly love(d) in spite of its totally uncool factor.

5- If Hollywood made the movie of my life, which actor/actress would be perfect to play ME? Please explain why.

6- The least appropriate place where I just HAD to go potty. Please give lots of very embarrassing details.

7- 4 people I tag.

And for this one, I’m tagging Babs, Rob7534, Ms. Mac and Di.

Wordless Wednesday

Happy Blogday Rhino!

Our dear Rhino75 is celebrating his First Blogday this weekend. After Babs tribute, here is my little Blogday card to my fancy neighbor. Happy Blogday Rhino!