this is how funny a purshase on the web can get.
and please don’t forget to answer the poll at the end!
p.s. underling comes from me
24/12/10: virtual boxing day
I’m excited. And not only because it’s Christmas: the beats by Dr.Dre, made by Monster, are at $150 instead of the usual $250. WOW!
(I also buy two CDs because they’re cheap)
25/01/11: a month and a tweet
For the next month, I’ve only received emails saying they have none of these 3 items in stock.
I’ve been waiting enough without saying anything.
So this is what I tweet:
1/02/11: waiting for the stock
After sending them my email by a direct message on Twitter, they track my order and send me the following email.
Dear Youssef, lire la suite // keep reading
C’est le retour des vacances, et dans un des cours d’informatique que je donne dans une école primaire, j’ai envie de leur offrir des sucreries pour «cadeau».
Et afin d’éviter tout problème, je leur demande s’il y en a qui ont des allergies.
«Aucune! Aucune!», crient avec joie la plupart d’entre eux, qui réalisent à l’instant les conséquences désastreuses possibles d’une réponse positive de leur part!
Un d’entre eux, de la voix la plus sérieuse au monde, répond pour sa part: lire la suite // keep reading
Chère Béatrice,
je sais que je n’ai pas nécessairement été très gentil avec toi,
mais malgré tes explications sur son blogue et notre échange (ci-bas),
je trouve toujours que ton comportement était désobligeant.
tu ne crois pas que l’ADISQ est bonne juge pour la sélection d’un gagnant?
c’est drôle parce que j’ai l’impression que tu n’aurais pas eu la même réaction si c’était toi qui devait gagner un Félix quelconque. lire la suite // keep reading
I really like kids.
They’re innocent and have nothing to worry about.
They’re fun and they make me laugh.
They’re learning every day, they’re just kids.
And I worked a lot with them!
I gave a lot of swimming and water-polo classes for a couple of years.
I volunteered at Sainte-Justine’s hospital for a year.
Today, I give chess and computer classes at Stanislas’ college in Outremont, Montreal.
And this week, as I was going there for one of the last classes of the year, something special happened to me. While in the bus, we one time stopped at a redlight. And right next to us stopped another bus, a school bus. You know, the yellow ones. So I waved at the little boys who were looking at me, as I usually do! But to my surprise, there was no answer. No waving back. So I tried again, saying hi to the two boys staring at me. Nothing, once again. But they were still looking at me, but with no reaction at all, no emotions, even if they were looking deep in my eyes.
That bus was a special one. A bus especially for young Jewish kids.
And as I’m writing this sentence, I feel it’s weird.
“A special bus for Jewish kids.” What the fuck?
It is absurd, but at the same time it is real.
They’re young, but they’re already brainwashed.
As if they were in a complete different world.
No wonder it will affect them when they get older…
Usually (saying that with modesty) kids like me as much as I like them.
But this time, I got rejected. And I felt sad.
Not for me, but for those kids.
Actually, feeling sad for those kids made ME sad as well…
photo Creative Commons sur flickr
Ça peut vraiment paraître innocent, mais si je vous partage cette anecdote, c’est que le truc a marché pour une deuxième fois aujourd’hui! (Les enfants avec qui je l’ai essayé et que ça a systématiquement marché avaient 6 et 9 ans.)
Je donne donc des cours de parascolaire d’échecs et d’informatique au collège Stanislas, et des fois, les élèves mentent. En fait, ils se contredisent: alors qu’un des deux dit qu’il a fait une chose, l’autre dit l’inverse. Je m’amuse alors à leur poser des questions. 
