My name is Cédric Bozzi and this is my blog. Mostly, it’s an aggregate of my tweets and Instagram posts, but once in a while you may yet see an actual article here.
Rassuré par un article de TV Magazine (moins glauque et racoleur que Télé 7 Jours, mais encore plus mal écrit — win some, lose some) :
Stéphane Rotenberg, l’homme qui porte les roses du Bachelor sur M6, producteur de Nous ne sommes pas des anges, [nous révèle] que Maïtena Biraben et son rendez-vous de midi sur Canal+ s’imposeront le rythme du direct dans quelques semaines. «Nous avons vocation à être en direct. Cela permettra d’être dans l’humeur du jour.»
Lu dans le numéro d’octobre du magazine des abonnés de Canal+ :
Un comédien en combinaison équipée de capteurs magnétiques pour la gestuelle des personnages, un marionettiste avec gants capteurs qui animent les visages, un opérateur-cadreur qui définit tous les cadres virtuels et coordonne l’ensemble de la prestation, trois imitateurs pour les voix : Gérald Dahan (Dechavanne), Didier Gustin (Ardisson et Fogiel), Jean-Eric Biel (Michel Denisot) et, évidemment, cinq auteurs.
Onze personnes dont cinq auteurs pour ces interventions qui ne sont jamais drôles ?! Ca fait plaisir de voir que Canal+ est revenu à la bonne vieille époque où ils jetaient de l’argent par les fenêtres dans les émissions en clair.
Autre surprise, toujours d’après le magazine, Nous ne sommes pas des anges serait en direct. Marie Drucker fait le journal en duplex avec des “Bonjour Marie” / “Bonjour Maïtena” qui sonnent faux, personne dans l’équipe n’a jamais la moindre réaction après le Zapping, et on devrait croire que c’est en direct ? Si c’est vrai, il y a un problème. Si c’est faux, il y a un problème encore plus grave.
With my brand new satellite TV, I knew I’d get to see Tom Welling in Judging Amy, but I had forgotten about it. I also hoped to hear him speak with his own voice, but Téva isn’t the kind of network with so much consideration for its shows (or viewers) that they’d offer a choice of languages. I guess Judging Amy is just good enough for you to watch distractedly while ironing your husband’s shirts. Anyway. It’s true, as the newsgroups said, that Welling acts less like a log, and more like a human being, than in Smallville. But then, cast as a karateka sex-toy, he doesn’t have much to do either.
The ER episode where Romano dies was just shown on French TV yesterday, and Television Without Pity sums it up so much better than I ever could:
Ding! The elevator doors slide open, and Romano comes face to face with the whirring rotor of his old and aptly named nemesis, Chopper. Of course, he looks a lot less imposing when there’s a really fake green screen in the background and some manufactured wind, but nonetheless, Chopper’s back and he’s still a carnivore. "WE MEET AGAIN, MY OLD FRIEND," it sneers. Romano stares at it. "I REALLY LIKE WHAT YOU’VE DONE WITH YOUR STUMP, BUT THE FACIAL HAIR HAS GOT TO GO – PERHAPS I COULD GIVE YOU A SHAVE?" Chopper whirs. Romano starts to sweat a little. "YOU’RE AWFULLY QUIET TODAY. ROTOR GOT YOUR TONGUE?" Chopper cackles. "Dr. Romano?" Neela asks, having dashed out onto the roof. Romano has a flashback to the night the Chop-o-dile ripped off his arm and made him Dr. Hook. "I DIDN’T EVEN GET A CLOCK OUT OF IT, YOU RUDE BASTARD," Chopper intones, ripping Romano out of his frightened reverie. "Here, take it," Romano trembles, throwing Neela the Rolex and frantically trying to close the elevator doors. "YOU MAY HAVE BESTED ME WITH SILENCE AND A DIFFERENT SCRIPT THIS TIME, ROMANO, BUT YOU HAVE NOT SEEN THE LAST OF ME," Chopper sneers. […]
Chopper gets sick of flailing around on the roof and decides to heave himself off the roof in a convulsive fit of obvious and painful CGI. Inside the ICU, Sam and Luka are arguing about the merits of cuffing Judy to a support beam; Chopper chooses this moment to explode with wrath, which blows in the windows. Luka, Sam, and everyone but the incapacitated duck for cover. […]
Outside, still getting a breath of fresh air in the ambulance bay, Romano notices a commotion overhead and peers up at the air as bits of fiery debris rain down upon him. He sees a roiling fireball, the sum of this show’s respect for his character bearing down upon him with the fatal quickness of a paper shredder making love to his contract. "SINCE YOU’VE NEVER GOTTEN ANY ACTION ON THIS SHOW, I’M GOING TO DO YOU A FAVOR AND TAKE YOU ROUGHLY," roars Chopper. Romano’s eyes widen and he turns around, terrified, figuring that if he puts his back to his mortal enemy, it will get bored and go bother someone else. He doesn’t even try to run. But Chopper won’t be denied. "AND THE BEST PART IS, YOU WON’T EVEN GET YOUR NAME ON THE SPECIAL-EFFECTS EMMY!" Chopper spits. "NOOOOOOOOO!" Romano shouts, because God forbid his last line on the show should be original when he’s been a thinly drawn cartoon for a year now. Also, he totally knows they’re not going to win an Emmy. "YEEEEEES! I THINK YOUR ARM WAS MADE FROM SOME OF MY OLD PARTS AND I WANT THEM BACK!" Chopper replies, crashing down on his old nemesis with a plume of smoke and golden flame. We fade to black alternating between horror, regret at losing Paul McCrane, and totally hysterical laughter at the horrible and embarrassing farce of a death scene that just got handed to a very fine actor who did an underpraised job.
Oddly, I didn’t find the special effets and green screen so bad — but then, they watch the show three or four times in order to recap it, so they should see the flaws. The script, however… maybe they should have painted shark teeth on the helicopter?
My computer better stop being so slow once I receive my
mega gigabyte of RAM, or I’m going to lose my legendary temper.
Word of the Day: Lieutenant. “
The British [“leftenant”] pronunciation […] may have originated from a mistaken reading of the ‘u’ as a ‘v’ [or] from a fanciful etymology which associated it with the verb ‘to leave’, as the lieutenant only took up his duties once his superior officer had ‘left’.”
Bon sang, n’importe quoi. Ils se foutent du monde ? Ils se sont crus dans Destination finale ? Au secours. Combien d’argent ils ont en englouti dans les effets spéciaux de ce superbe accident d’hélicoptère qui m’a fait exploser de rire ? On ne doit pas être loin du gag le plus cher de toute l’histoire des séries télé.
Je me demande ce que Paul McCrane a fait aux scénaristes pour avoir une fin aussi minable. La prochaine étape, ce sont des anges qui descendent au Cook County pour sauver les malades surnuméraires ? Ou peut-être un crossover avec Charmed ?
You didn’t dare say it out loud (which shows a restraint and politeness I didn’t expect of you… so that probably means you’re actually just bored and uninterested), but the previous version was quite ugly. So I decided to get to something more elaborate.
First step, checking the web for references. I shouldn’t provide a link, because my new layout will appear far less pretty when you compare it to its model, but the main inspiration here is Justwatchthesky. The sidebar’s back because it just looks empty without it, and I definitively (for now) give up flexible width, even when there are big pictures: from now on they’ll be shown in popups. It’s less ergonomical, but flexible width layout is really too constraining for a designer.
Second step, because I wanted to make something really graphical and not just make do with a filtered photo or a quick, crappy monochrome logo, I spent some time on symbols.com to check out what could represent the garoo’s excellence. And here’s the result. A few layers, some lighting effects, a Photoshop checker pattern for filler, and there you go. Definitely more welcoming than the previous few versions.
No idea why the NiceTitle script (displaying link information under the mouse) recently started bugging in Mozilla, but I intend to rework it extensively someday.
As for the minilog display glitches in Explorer (unpredictable line heights, displaced underline borders), I’m aware of them, but you should just switch to Firefox, because you should anyway, and because I don’t think there’s any solution to solve the bug while keeping the layout’s elegance.
All that’s left now to do is putting the archives code back in. But I don’t feel like it right now.
It’s weird having a long hood ahead of me, feeling like I’m on a steamer, and driving it (I was a passenger at the time of the picture, and switched seats later). First time almost I drive in half a dozen years, and first time I drive on a highway.
The car isn’t in my name, but I’ll be able to go shopping and even go out in Rennes and have a social life. Kind of. (But then, I hired a fuck-buddy yesterday, so I might not need to.)
If you don’t compare it to the original, it’s a very good movie. Very pretty, not too American, well acted, very pretty, did I mention it was very pretty? Apart from that… I don’t remember the original too well, and I wasn’t such a big fan of it anyway, but the new version can only suffer from the comparison.
It’s hard to tell whether the atmosphere is less oppressive only because it’s not in Japanese anymore (that definitely did its part in the process) or because the American version, trying to appeal to a wider audience, feels the need to explain everything — there’s a whole half hour of Cold Case in the middle of the movie, and it breaks the flow.
Still, a bigger budget can have its advantages: not only it’s even prettier, but they managed to add special effects wisely without going overboard (now if that isn’t an exploit for Hollywood, what is) and, if suggestion remains the best effect for supernatural scenes, showing everything with special effects works perfectly for the horse scene on the ferry. The end of the scene, I mean. I don’t remember how much was shown in the original movie, but I’m pretty sure it wasn’t by far as striking.
If I had reacted quicker, you’d see the lights behind change color according to what’s on screen. I don’t know how it looks in real life, with real movies, but if it works well… damn, that’s excellent!
The Philips site doesn’t seem to know about it, and I can’t find much of anything on Google. What a marketing plan — are they relying on TV-addicted bloggers?
Damn, 4am. There goes my nice post-moving daily rhythm. Plus, days are getting shorter — and they’re already quite dark enough thank you even when it’s not night.
I want to have a Mac (everybody I know switches, one after another). Any advice.
1. I don’t like the idea of buying second hand hardware. 2. I don’t want to go bankrupt over this. 3/ I only need something that runs OS X smoothly enough, not a live CGI production station.
South Park dans le désordre avec la VM qui ne marche pas, je craque. Bon sang, ça peut pas être si difficile de diffuser une série correctement !
All the chatroom hunks are doing porn movies (times have really changed, it’s become totally normal for a gay boy to do some porn), and I’ve been abstinent for four months and have a pot belly. Life is too unfair, I’m tired of this.
Angela Lorente in Télé 2 semaines (j’ai arrêté Télérama, j’ai décidé que ça coûtait trop cher pour ce que ça me servait) :
Mais on ne parle pas d’homosexualité, c’est ça la nouveauté. C’est ça qui est moderne. Ce n’est pas une émission homo pour les homos, mais une émission sur des experts qui sont homos. Surtout pas une émission ghetto !
Putain d’hypocrisie de bordel de merde de je me retiens parce que l’injure publique est un délit.
Stereopsis is an important cue for depth perception, yet it can be a hindrance to an artist trying to depict a three-dimensional scene on a flat surface. Art teachers often instruct students to close one eye in order to flatten what they see. Therefore, stereoblindness might not be a handicap and might even be an asset for some artists.
Good to see I’m not the only one thinking so — and there’s no reason the same wouldn’t apply to photographers. But then, maybe I should actually try to start painting?
To do next Friday: go back to the mall at the same time, but with better hair. And maybe a rainbow flag tied around my waist, because when you live in Smallville you can’t afford to take chances and only trust your gaydar’s reliability. He seemed to be cute, and I lost him at the stationery aisle. Damn.
Oh, yeah, and get rid of the tummy I grew in August, too. That’ll be tough, as I’m not motivated for exercising, nor for a diet. I’ll have to walk to the supermarket as often as I can.
Oh, I forgot I wanted to put the sidebar back on the home page.
Who’d imagined? Gaim, the ICQ/MSN/etc. Linux client ported to Windows, isn’t half bad.
It may even potentially be imaginable it would be better than Miranda. A Linux to Windows port. Open source software has really changed.
Heh, I knew I’d break stuff moving the databases to another server. I had forgotten to update the RSS compilation script.
It’s still not quite right, but at least it’s much better than the temporary version. Well. At least it’s bearable. I should focus on other stuff now.
Opera 7.54 finally managed to import my mail archives (via Thunderbird, which I’m abandoning as it’s still not mature and I feel will never be).
Hooray, it’s clearly the best mail client interface… hoping it’s stable. As for RSS, no folder (nor OPML) support, so it’s useless.
Queer Eye for the Straight Guy, original version : the Fab Five provide straight guys a makeover, they’re elegant, attractive, they have fans, there are “Which Member from Queer Eye for the Straight Guy is your type” quizzes, the show becomes a classic.
Queer, version TF1 (bande annonce vidéo) : quoting Christophe qui n’existe pas, “
except for the fairy, they look like unemployed actors who have been asked to play faggots”. The concept is adapted to TF1: don’t even think of laughing, with the gays, at the straights, in good nature. Why don’t we rather do the opposite.
Of course, I have seen neither the American nor the French version yet. But it’s so obvious.
Removed the HostnameLookups on from the Apache config in order to ease the server’s load some more. If someone’s got an idea to prevent my mother (who doesn’t have a fixed IP address) to access my blog (which is on a static HTML page), I’m listening.
Next step, migrating all .htaccess settings into httpd.conf, but… phew, that’s gonna be some work.
Stupid LeChat is in heat this week, rubs herself everywhere, and managed to screw (well, no, not in that other sense) my network card’s connector — I don’t even know how.
Good thing there’s another one (but 10 Mbps instead of 100) on my motherboard.
A few hours after the databases were transferred to another machine, the server crashed even more, and longer than before. Come on, removing mysqld should more than compensate for the cost of communicating with another server, shouldn’t it?!
Damn, we’re screwed.
Transferred the databases of all sites to another server, hoping the mysqld removal from the main server will help get through the 10pm rush hour — and that I didn’t break anything in the process.
Oh, I forgot to make the cronjob to update the “n hours ago” lines every hour. And I also forgot to translate them into English. Heh.
Nice landscapes, nice special effects, action, fights, horses walking and running everywhere, it’s all very good, and the Minas Tirith battle is as excellent as everybody says, but… what about the script?
When I heard about The Lord of the Rings, I expected a great philosophical epic, full of teachings and dream and whatever, just not an action blockbuster without any surprises. But then, maybe a great philosophical epic would not become cult for legions of geeks — come to think about it, I have no idea why I expected so much better.
The worst part is, nobody dies and the end is as corny as the original Star Wars! (Yeah, I know the inspiration went the other way, but it doesn’t change the fact that such a “happy” ending after all this is ridiculous.)
And if someone could explain to me why Sauron doesn’t think of leaving a single orc to guard the Mount Doom entrance…
The new Chupa Chups, still 0% fat.” And it’s perfectly legal to talk to people like they’re dumb.
Till now, in France, light products were light, 0%-fat products were dietetic. Looks like it’s over now, and junk food makers have decided to launch an assault on 0%-neurons customers, American style.
The Big Mac, still 0% cyanide!”
As for the layout itself, it’s temporary. As often when I change the site’s programming, I’m not quite inspired to do something really good on the visual level.
The header image is inspired by The Face of Tomorrow, but it’s not much of a success, hence the type over my head. That’s an idea I’ll have to explore a bit more, or just abandon.
And if you’re looking for the tagboard, it’ll be on the webcams popup within a few minutes.
Shit. With the latest power outage (this one due to the stove not being on the right fuse) I lost all my modifications of the last two weeks to my OPML file. Fuck computers.
What’s nice about video personals is that it reminds me I’m better alone than in poor company, and I may not be losing that much living far from everything in general, and gays in particular…
I feel like I’m in a group of veteran blogs. We were there in 2003, maybe even 2002, we saw many a blog live and die, we saw many a battle, and most of us died. Several times, each. I’m just one of the few still alive, almost all my platoon has disappeared, nobody remembers their names, and I know almost none of the bloggers that count today (yeah, I know that by refusing to take part in Paris Carnet and other collective thingies, I’m kinda asking for it). I’m a dinosaur. A fossil. It’s common knowledge: on the net, everything goes by so much faster. I’m finished.
I need to open a barebones, crappy but somehow provocative blog on 20six. And cling desperately to the past glory of what I’ll never be again.
Next week on I’m a blogger, get me out of here!…
Before summer, I thought I was projecting my own lack of interest for blogs. But now it’s September, I’m blogging rather regularly, but the French blogging ecosystem on a whole seems not to be waking up.
Is 2004 the year when blogging has become so mainstream that people aren’t interested anymore? Or is 2004 just a globally depressive year in France?
I don’t now why I didn’t expect much — maybe because Whoopi Goldberg hasn’t done anything good since… since… euh, Ghost? or because the show only lived for a season? — but Whoopi, that just arrived on French TV, is absolutely excellent.
Thing is, it’s excellent because it’s political, the first two episodes make fun of media-induced paranoias and laugh at terrorism in a more upfront manner than even South Park would — viz. the show’s worst episode ever, where they were at such a loss with what to do of Bin Laden that they made a lousy Tex Avery imitation, a far cry from the Lamont Hotel Iranian employee joking about “his people”. No wonder the show didn’t last longer.
It set me in such a good mood, I found myself laughing watching Friends afterwards. That’s something.
Sunny weather makes me want to kill myself. Can’t wait for winter to come. I’ll be less frustrated about spending the days in my room with nothing to do outside. Right now in Paris I’d be getting a tan, and more.
I had already mentioned SCWebCam, the screencam software, when I discovered it. Now, version 3 also captures webcam images — all in a free, light, reliable package, with a scripting system on top. Very highly recommended.
Je ne sais pas trop pourquoi iCalendar ne permet pas de modifier les fichiers iCal (ce ne sont que des fichiers texte et, s’ils sont capables de les lire ils peuvent bien les écrire, non ?), mais Sunbird fonctionne suffisamment bien pour que je l’utilise et que j’uploade mes fichiers .ics chaque semaine avec GarooSync. Je ne sais pas non plus pourquoi iCalendar refuse de faire continuer les jours après minuit, mais je ne comprends rien à leur code source, j’ai la flemme de chercher à approfondir, et je m’en fiche parce que c’est suffisamment fonctionnel tel quel, et ça sera bien corrigé un jour par quelqu’un d’autre.
Bref, mon programme télé est désormais en ligne. Les titres et horaires des programmes que j’envisage de regarder, et le numéro de la chaîne sur Canalsatellite. Super utile, super intéressant, hein ? Je vous rassure, c’est avant tout pour moi que je le fais. Mais, tant qu’à afficher ma sélection avec du PHP, autant le rendre accessible au public sur mon site.
Je suis un peu dépaysé, parce que mon ancienne interface, faite maison en PHP sur mon intranet, avançait automatiquement en fonction de l’heure et, surtout, affichait une colonne par chaîne. Mais, avec le passage au satellite, forcément, c’est un poil moins viable.
Au passage, si vous avez besoin d’un agenda sur votre ordinateur, Sunbird se défend pas trop mal. Mais sans aucun doute beaucoup moins bien et beaucoup moins joli que le iCal d’Apple.
For years I’ve been thinking the Windows sounds system had a problem, because when there was a system error, the sound was saturated every other time…
Read on MetaFilter: CRT monitors are calibrated for each hemisphere to account for the planet’s magnetic field, as can be demonstrated by turning one upside down.
Oh, and the Coriolis force doesn’t really affect sinks.
I want the head the man responsible for the stereo mini-jack connector. How could it ever become a standard when all it can good for is false contacts?!
Power failures for no reason. Hot water failures for no reason. Satellite TV failures for no reason. Wifi failures for no reason. Nobody told me I had died and gone to Hell. And why? Oh, well, I do know why.
It’s a bet, I have to tell you this: X had a threesome with his boyfriend and Y. He thinks it won’t count if Y isn’t the one announcing it on his own blog, but I say you trust me. And I have far more readers.
Socks in bed: yes or no? Because I’m rather a yes-guy, so if we are to sleep together someday we might as well get our act straight before…
An Audioblogging Manifesto — I demand four minutes and twenty seconds of your life (via everywhere, but you really have to listen to it). “Rolling on the floor, laughing”, literally.
There, it had to happen. It’s September.
I’m late! I’m late! I’m late!