Friday, August 24, 2007

Insomnia | Dormer confronts Finch

Why didn't you come forward with this information when she died?
She swore me to secrecy, she didn't want anybody to know about that --
Even when she was dead she didn't want anybody to know? Beaten to death.
I was honoring her wishes --
Her body dumped on a pile of garbage.
I was her friend!
You weren't her friend.
All right, acquaintance, all right? We were close, and I was just –
You were close?
Mm-hmm.
She was... attractive. Did you have sex with her?
She was seventeen!
Seventeen? She was attractive.
I suppose.
Suppose? She was.
Right.
Yeah, so did you have sex with her?
No, I was her mentor.
You bought her things.
Yeah.
Gifts.
Yes.
What kind of gifts?
Books mostly, that's what she loved.
Books?
Mm-hmm.
What about this? [shows him a necklace] You gave her this?
Yes.
Why?
“Why”?
You wanted to see how she looked with it on?
No.
No? Why would you give her jewelry?
Just a present.
Present.
Yeah.
You bought a lot of presents. You bought her a dress.
Yes, what's wrong with that?
No, nothing wrong. I'm just trying to figure out what kind of mentor you were.
I gave her things she couldn't have.
Pff, you just wanted to fuck her, didn't you? You sick son of a bitch!



Sunday, July 15, 2007

Grand-prix de France 2007

L'affiche officielle du grand-prix de France 2007
La Honda de Jenson Button (une daube, mais jolie dans sa livrée "save the earth")

Devant le stand Ferrari

Friday, July 6, 2007

Show me your (qi-)balls

Mes boules, for real. By John Smith
En règle générale, j'évite de parler de mes boules en public, a fortiori de les montrer. Question de pudeur.

Le principe des boules est relativement simple : vous prenez votre paire à la main et massez doucement jusqu’à libération de l'énergie. Il faut compter une bonne vingtaine de minutes pour chaque séance, qui provoque parait-il un grand bien-être. Non pratiquant, je préfère ne pas me prononcer.

Je reste néanmoins ouvert à tout retour d'expérience.

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Note au lecteur : cet article s’est avéré particulièrement pénible à rédiger. À plusieurs passages, j'ai senti mes vieux démons grivois manquer s'emparer de ma plume. Après relecture, je ne crois pas avoir commis d'impair(e) majeur. Je suis resté dans le sobre, le raffiné, l'élégant, là où j'aurais pu glisser facilement dans la quéquette poilue. C'est une victoire indéniable. Et à JohnSmithGlobalServices, nous en sommes fiers.