Hi! Do you remember blogs? Well, this used to be one. Now it just serves as an archive for my multiple Twitter accounts.
Looks like it’s questionnaire day over here.
1/ What’s your method to mark a book page?
I leave Mozilla or Word open, and try to memorize where the scrollbar was, in case the program would crash. What? I already said I don’t read books.
Anyway, when I do read, I either use a bookmark, or leave it open, pressed on a flat surface. It’s funny that I wouldn’t dare to imagine folding a page corner, but I don’t mind ruining the binding. However, the whole concept of folding corners is beyond my grasp: it doesn’t stick out of the book (unless you’re an origami expert, of course), so it doesn’t really allow you to find back the page quickly and directly, does it?
2/ Have you ever been tempted to display a frame bought in a store, leaving the template picture that was supplied with it?
Yes, for fun. But I’ve been saved by the fact that I only ever buy a frame when I’ve got a specific picture to put inside, so I’ve got better things to do than leave the original picture inside.
3/ Is there a set of things you love to sort out and classify?
Uh, that I love to sort, no. Because it takes time, it’s tedious and all. But I do sort and class my files, organize my pictures collections, etc.
4/ Someone is about to introduce you to someone after they’ve told you: “You’ll love him/her, he/she is really like you. Same humor, same tastes, everything…”. How do you feel about that?
I fear the worst, and get myself ready for the worst vexation of the month. On the one hand because most people just don’t know me well enough to make me meet someone who’s really like me; on the other hand because someone who’d be that much like me would probably be just a pain in the ass.
5/ Do you have a ritual for falling asleep?
Nope, I get under the blankets, close my eyes, and zzzzzz.
6/ Do you think the Nobel peace prize should reward a person’s action, or what you think they really are?
I think the Nobel peace prize, in itself, is a weird idea: you’re not a good samaritan anymore if you get rewarded for your deeds. As I was searching for a confirmation that the peace prize was the only Nobel that didn’t go with a large sum of money, here’s what I find:
Why does the world take interest in what the Norwegian Nobel Committee decides on who has done the most for peace? Why indeed.
The confirmation I didn’t found: there are a million euros to be won. Which makes the idea even more ridiculous than I thought. And I want Chirac to get it even less. Imagining Chirac getting a million euros—for his action toward peace, of all things! Apocalypse has to be real close, what’s the next step?
7/ Swimming pool.
No, thanks. I’m shy, and I heard that supervisors don’t like people messing around.
8/ Did you have a poker-like activity during school recess (marbles, pogs, etc.)? If so, what was your best take?
I played marbles at some time, but I don’t remember that much abuot it, and I don’t know if I won or lost. At least marbles weren’t as unfair, as capitalistic, as today’s trading cards: we didn’t have to buy loads and loads of marbles to find the right one that would beat all the others.
9/ You’re home alone, in complete silence. Suddenly, for some reason, you say a sentence out loud. How do you feel afterwards?
There never is complete silence around me. Even witout TV or radio, there still are fan noises, and computer beeps, or at least some shouting from the other side of the door. So it just can’t happen to me.
10/ In which circumstances do you have to use pen and paper, witout even imagining being able to use a computer?
None, I think. Which is a pity, because I really enjoyed writing—the pen touching the paper, the screech-screech, and the magic of seeing little intricate designs born of the contact of a metal stick on a sheet of paper. But now I do everything on my computer, and it feels much more natural than anything else. So I guess the only circumstance where I couldn’t envision using a computer would be when I’m writing down blog notes in the subway. In that case, even if I had a Palm or something, I’d… uh… wait, maybe not actually. If I had a small, inconspicuous thing like a Danger hiptop, I think I could use it.