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Inconnu : Sarah Connor ? Odile Deray : C'est ct.

Inconnu : Sarah Connor ? Odile Deray : C'est ct.

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    Posted by K�vin Costelloe on 9 Sep 2017, 08:54

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      Casual Sunday

      Never, ever, mess with a cat.

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      Oui, pétasse.  Travail !

      We don’t get a lot of actual American television here in the France, other than the repeats of Smallville and big HBO series like Trône de fer (Game of Thrones).  We can miss some good television like RuPaul’s Drag Race which is popular just about everywhere.

      Thanks to Netflix the RuPaul experience can now be seen in France, and gurl, the translations are fierce as hell.  Perhaps not as savage, as say the portuguese translations, but it’ll do by french standards.
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      Tourists, GTFO

      Nothing I like more than bitching about than tourists.  They are literally the only reason people try to pick pocket me on the métro on my way to and from work.

      I hate them with a passion, more so when they literally block me from getting on my train (and obviously as a result, miss it) because they’re too thick to read.

      Hey Betty, this train goes to Ver-Sale-as? I don’t know Jim, let’s stand in front of the doors and block everybody until we figure it out !

      One of the tragedies of living in the 6ème is that you are literally never far enough from the stupidest of all the tourist, because my work is based on a line that shares routes to places like Versailles, I tend to get completely destroyed by the sheer stupidity these people seem to muster at 8h/9h, usually at Invalides.

      It starts out in ligne 13, where personal space is just not happening.  The stench of humanity literally boiling and you’ve got the feeling of some fingers slipping in to your pockets.  Do they hit the obvious french people ?  No, because blonde hair probably means lots of cash on hand !  I find these moments are usually stopped with a swift few words, such as « fils de pute, nique ta sale mère » or my personal favourite « j’ai acheté ce portable de merde chez E.Leclerc putain !« .

      But on the days I’m lucky enough to not have my meagre earnings picked at, there are always the complete assholes, their 15 kids and 20 million bags trying to ram themselves on to ligne 13 at the only two hour window anybody actually needs to be on that shit show.  And they are always speaking English, loudly.

      If you see shit like this and think « hey it’d be really cool to go see the Eiffel Tower right now because I literally have all day to do it ! » you’re a total idiot et niktamère.

      Truely, this is why French people hate anglophones (well that and basically every little scuffle between England through out history #100yearwar), let’s be real kids, if France went on « vacay » to every city in the US and really fucked with your commute, I’d bet you’d actually start hating France (other than for that Freedom Fries thing and being France).
      Then we get to the RER C, if you thought ligne 13 was the spectacle, you’re wrong, it’s the fucking pre-show.  When your métro has been sat in a tunnel for no reason and you literally have to run a marathon to get to your train, because SNCF in their wisdom decided your train should be 3 minutes earlier than scheduled, you find literally EVERY gate blocked by morons going to pay 25€ to see some fucking gardens with music and pay 10€ for frites in a highly overpriced construction site.

      I know the whole barrier thing can be difficult, but basic lesson here, YOU NEED SOME KIND OF PAID MAGIC TO GET IN.  Ticket+, Navigo Semaine, your feet launching you over it, ON S’EN FOUS, DEGAGE SALOPE !  The RATP will be grudgingly help your sorry ass if you ask, I will happily launch you over the fucking thing in to the departure board, so chose your assistance wisely.

      For those who pass the first test, there is of course the standard « let’s stop right here and take a selfie, we’re so parisien ! » right after the gate, as if the flow of people magically stops when you pull out your god forsaken selfie stick.

      LOOK AT US, WE’RE IN THE FUCKING WAY ! #nofilter


      This dipshittery usually continues through out the station, blocking stairways, train doors, entire platforms, etc. making one’s already peaceful transition to the 92, that more peaceful.

      I understand Paris or France ain’t easy to figure out, probably less so when you just scream English words at French people « so they understand » because you really haven’t bothered buying a book of phrases for 10$ just after you spaffed 5.000$ on flights and an Ibis Budget.  But really, whether or not you speak the language, in what serious head trauma, does anybody genuinely think it’s peak moment to explore the transit system a city of 2 million people between 8h-10h Monday to Friday?

      It’s nicer to walk and see Paris, than succumb to the horror that is any métro, bus or transilien line at peak hours.  Because we all ain’t doing it for the LOLZ.

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      La grande muraille de Kaja

      I’ve had some time with Kaja in the mornings to get a little cat time, she hates it mainly because I will not let her go outside and ransack the neighbours appartments.  Because she is a classy lady with classy tastes.

      As a result of the heat and wanting her to have a little bit of the outdoors indoors, I built the Great Wall of Kaja.  That way the window can be wide open, with fresh air and the sounds of all the flying things she wants to destroy.

      Did I ever mention my cat is photogénique as fuck?  You can see for yourself.Read the rest of this entry »Réduire )

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      Zelda – Ocarina du Temps

      On my way back to the TGV station in Nice, I made a last minute splurge on my birthday, a Nintendo 3DS.  Spent my 6 hour train trip back to Paris fiddling away on shady 4G coverage and downloading updates.

      When I got back home, I headed over to the Nintendo eShop to download Zelda Ocarina du Temps.  Having played Zelda on Nintendo Wii, I missed the mix of puzzle, exploration and sword poking little monsters.

      Look at me, I’m miserable because I have no face. -Bongo Bongo the Bitch

      Getting to grips with the 3D side of it and Navi being a little bitch about taking pauses to combat fatigue and permanent eye damage, I managed to get myself to « Le Temple de l’Ombre« .  I’m not going to lie, this happy clappy prick Bongo-Bongo is starting to get on my nerves, have to shoot his hands, poke his eye and all while it’s bonging the drums and squishing stupid Link.

      My plan is to some how avoid killing this one for a while, because it’s annoying me.  I found out how to access La Forteresse Gérudo, which will provide a good respite from having to deal with my new arch enemy on the RER C.

      Over all (other than Bongo-Bongo) the game is pretty high on my will recommend scale and for 19,99€ is pretty much a steal !

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      Bonne Franceaversaire

      Creepy Google Photos has been sending me notifications of panoramas, stalkerish videos and the occasional album of geolocated pics.

      As iCreepy as this is, it took the time to remind me that I’ve been in France for four years now.  My official move date was in November but my first round of coming over and finding jobs was May 2013.

      Since then I managed to get good at the administration game and the delicate dance that is finding a propriétaire who likes you so much they overlook holes in your dossier.

      It’s a strange place this country, but I’m going to have to up my game next year when I apply for permanent residency.

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      Gremlins
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      Life With Cat

      It’s hard to live with a small creature that thinks it’s a bad ass lion and is pretty much nocternal, but Madame La Bitch has started to mellow down a bit from her trademark violent tendancies.

      She has decided to be tolerant or dare I even say loving.  It’s been a while since she’s lashed out in classic Kaja manner, in fact she is sleeping next to me now.  It seems my little kitty has developped in to a lazy ass old cat.

      Although in her head she’s still this.
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