Ce matin, je profitais de ne pas avoir a aller au bureau (ou au nom de la productivite on nous a supprime l'acces a YouTube)pour regarder un peu les "news" (je m'occupe de la rubrique "courrier en retard" sous peu, c'est promis). Y compris un reportage sur le basket aux USA (la saison commence ce week-end).
Et voila que mon grand fils vient regarder avec moi les exploits athletiques de Kobe Bryant, Kevin Garnett et LeBron James (si si: son prenom c'est LeBron).
Au bout d'un moment de sequence de "dunk" a repetition, mon fils me fait: "Mais Papa quand meme... Comment les messieurs ils font pour voler?"
Y'a pas a dire, y'a rien qui remplace la candeur d'un gamin!
24 octobre 2009
14 octobre 2009
Je n'ai pas pu resiste...
Ce matin, au bureau, j'etais perdu dans mes pensees, occupe a tamponner des factures pour (encore) un client qui disait ne jamais les avoir recu...
Oh je pensais a tout et (surtout) a rien rassurez-vous... Je laissais mon esprit se perdre dans les meandres tortueux (pouf pouf) de mon cerveaux et puis.... Et puis je n'ai pu m'empecher d'avoir une idee aussi sotte que grenue...
En ce moment, la "mode" est aux jumeaux (les vrais, parce que les faux, ca compte pas c'est connu!), et aux soucis que ca peut entrainer. Genre ce souvenir de celui qui est ne en premier, ou de qui est qui...
Et j'ai realise que je tenais dans ma main l'accessoire ultime pour eviter tout malentendu: Le tampon encreur (un poil moins definitif que le tatouage quand meme, vous apprecierez ma solicitude)!
Imaginez les heures de rire que vous pourriez avoir si, parent de jumeaux, vous en tamponniez un
et l'autre
ou encore
.
Et un fois que vous vous etes bien amuses ainsi, que dire des alternatives possibles? Par exemple les deux tamponnes
ou les deux
?
Apres bien sur, il faudra dans quelques annees etre pret a payer une psychanalyse aux deux.
Ou alors prendre l'alternative faux-jumeaux (ou dizygotes (et le premier qui se leve est dit "zygotes"...). Parce que la du coup, ca devient beaucoup moins drole.
('tain c't'incroyable comme j'ai rien a dire moi en ce moment!)
Oh je pensais a tout et (surtout) a rien rassurez-vous... Je laissais mon esprit se perdre dans les meandres tortueux (pouf pouf) de mon cerveaux et puis.... Et puis je n'ai pu m'empecher d'avoir une idee aussi sotte que grenue...
En ce moment, la "mode" est aux jumeaux (les vrais, parce que les faux, ca compte pas c'est connu!), et aux soucis que ca peut entrainer. Genre ce souvenir de celui qui est ne en premier, ou de qui est qui...
Et j'ai realise que je tenais dans ma main l'accessoire ultime pour eviter tout malentendu: Le tampon encreur (un poil moins definitif que le tatouage quand meme, vous apprecierez ma solicitude)!
Imaginez les heures de rire que vous pourriez avoir si, parent de jumeaux, vous en tamponniez un
et l'autre
ou encore
.Et un fois que vous vous etes bien amuses ainsi, que dire des alternatives possibles? Par exemple les deux tamponnes
ou les deux
?Apres bien sur, il faudra dans quelques annees etre pret a payer une psychanalyse aux deux.
Ou alors prendre l'alternative faux-jumeaux (ou dizygotes (et le premier qui se leve est dit "zygotes"...). Parce que la du coup, ca devient beaucoup moins drole.
('tain c't'incroyable comme j'ai rien a dire moi en ce moment!)
02 octobre 2009
This one...
... was never due to finish here but hey... I kinda like it so...
Ok let's start from the beginning... I have a weird "ability": I never forget. Not in the sense that I hold grudges against people. I'm not like that... Just... I remember everything and everyone... A blessing or a "curse" (this word is way too strong for that), depending on who you ask...
Me? Well it depends... Sometimes it's nice to go down memory lane... Remember the sent and images of my childhood, when nothing really mattered... Sometimes it is just awfully painful... Because when you remember everything, you tend to have the capacity of extrapolating. In the sense that you start asking yourself the dreaded question “what if”…
Curiously I never ask myself this question in the hope of changing things, or with regrets... Like “ah if I’d known back then what I know now, things would have been different”… No. I’m a strong believer that you have to live by your mistakes, that they are part of your life, of the “learning curve” that last from the moment you are old enough to make your own decisions to the moment you’re too old to make them anymore…
No it’s more in a way of… I don’t know how to quite explain it… In a way of hoping that people would be… More human… I mean… “What if that person said thank you for holding the door?” or things like that.
I guess it goes down to the fact that I still believe in Humanity, that we aren’t all a bunch of egotistical bastards who don’t give a flying monkey about their neighbours. It comes down to believing that with a bit of self consciousness, weirdly coupled with recklessness, we would live far better things than the sort of gloomy “day-to-day” existence that we sadly all live…
I guess it comes down on believing that you reap what you sow, that there is nothing wrong to take a chance, and if you are simply human, you ought to get “something” back… That there is nothing wrong with caring about people, and that trust isn’t a commodity, you can use it as much as you like you’ll never run out of it… And with trust, I do think that you can do great things, like… Enjoying life only for what it is: the most simple and complete thing in the world.
Ok let's start from the beginning... I have a weird "ability": I never forget. Not in the sense that I hold grudges against people. I'm not like that... Just... I remember everything and everyone... A blessing or a "curse" (this word is way too strong for that), depending on who you ask...
Me? Well it depends... Sometimes it's nice to go down memory lane... Remember the sent and images of my childhood, when nothing really mattered... Sometimes it is just awfully painful... Because when you remember everything, you tend to have the capacity of extrapolating. In the sense that you start asking yourself the dreaded question “what if”…
Curiously I never ask myself this question in the hope of changing things, or with regrets... Like “ah if I’d known back then what I know now, things would have been different”… No. I’m a strong believer that you have to live by your mistakes, that they are part of your life, of the “learning curve” that last from the moment you are old enough to make your own decisions to the moment you’re too old to make them anymore…
No it’s more in a way of… I don’t know how to quite explain it… In a way of hoping that people would be… More human… I mean… “What if that person said thank you for holding the door?” or things like that.
I guess it goes down to the fact that I still believe in Humanity, that we aren’t all a bunch of egotistical bastards who don’t give a flying monkey about their neighbours. It comes down to believing that with a bit of self consciousness, weirdly coupled with recklessness, we would live far better things than the sort of gloomy “day-to-day” existence that we sadly all live…
I guess it comes down on believing that you reap what you sow, that there is nothing wrong to take a chance, and if you are simply human, you ought to get “something” back… That there is nothing wrong with caring about people, and that trust isn’t a commodity, you can use it as much as you like you’ll never run out of it… And with trust, I do think that you can do great things, like… Enjoying life only for what it is: the most simple and complete thing in the world.
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