All day long, half of the French Internet has been unavailable from my provider, so that, not only I couldn’t read half the blogs on my list, and not only I couldn’t check my mail, but I couldn’t either access my own site and blog. And that’s bad luck, because I had lots of things to write today. So here it’s all in a mess:
I dreamt I had an interesting dialogue idea for my movie, and I was writing it down on my notepad, and I was wondering whether I had really written it or if it was only within my dream. And all that maanaged to wake me up, so that dialogue bit is now really in my treepad. It’s frightening. In a positive and productive way, but still.
I hate when complete strangers, in a chatroom, send a
how are you? in the first minute of chat? (Actually, the French version is
tu vas bien ? and is stronger still.) We’re not intimate, you’re bound to be a psychopath asshole like everybody else, don’t talk to me like we’ve known each other for months. Garoo’s good manners, tip #185: you don’t ask a stranger
how are you? but
what’s up? I’d be willing to explain more clearly why, but it’s three in the morning.
By the way, chatroom addicts still can’t stand being forced into behaving like human beings, with a brain and all (I’m not even asking for a heart here, I do spend my time on cruising chatrooms) instead of robots saying the opposite of what they think because it’s easier on them. But it’s still three in the morning, and I’m too tired to think of a way of saying it that wouldn’t make me look like a soured old man, so I’ll get back to it another time. Well, actually… maybe that’s just what I am?
I have another article waiting on my notepad-for-when-I’m-out, but it’ll be for another time, because I don’t want to botch it. Oh, right: I went out today. Not long, just enough to see the weather is still great, and the sun sets one hour later than yesterday (daylight savings are off now—or on, or whatever, the point is, time changed).
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