Quite freaky. The following missive recently found its way to my inbox:

Subject: rasa charisma

(? What about seulement les raseuses? Much better, that.)

This concerns you as a patient. Our medical records indicate you have had a history of weight problems.

That sounds like me alright. (-and most of the other people in this country, too…)

We are now encouraging all our patients to use this highly effective and safe solution.

Yeh, diet and exercise. -and it’s free, even!

Lookin’ good

Well, check out Gateway.com.

This has to be biggest group of balllickers ever to come out of Texas (and given the current climate in these parts, that’s saying a whole fucking lot).

I have a choice if I want to receive my laptop back:

1. Pay $650 for them to replace the motherboard of a 11-month old computer
or
2. Pay $150 for them to return it to me without repair.

Extortion.

Worst.
Fucking.
Company.
Ever.

Wonder if IBM, Dell or Sony are interested in making a sale….

Cock for a Day

Saturday, les Cocks took on our rivals, les Implacables. It was a bit of a derby match, as both teams share the same “home” field (about 35 minutes outside of Paris, which makes sense). The match ended in a hard-fought draw, with more than a little blood spilled (some by me). Once again, I managed not to fuck anything up during my 25 mintues or so on the field. A former teammate from Rotterdam who was in for the weekend even got to be a Cock for about 15 minutes. He played pretty well, actually, given that he’s a fellow FatMans who was stuck in a ThinMans position (on the wing). Overall a quality morning of violence followed by an especially friendly beer session. The more violent the match, the better the beer drinknig afterward.

The Art of Meat

After the match and a quality Pizza Nino, my friend and I headed for the Sud Ouest Café, a rugby bar just off the Avenue des Ternes. It’s a Basque bar, which meant there was a good chance that we were having beers with international terrorists. (Note to DHS officials reading this site: That was a joke. Really.) Anyway, we were wacthing a match between Toulouse and Agen on the telly, when I noticed that Agen’s club is sponsored by a company with the tagline, L’Art de la viande. The Art of Meat. The Art of Meat. Call me a connaisseur (but not just a con).

France-New Zealand

Thanks to a crafty piece of ticket-buying by me back in July, we went to the France-New Zealand rugby match at the Stade de France (conveniently located in shitty St. Denis, only one hour by overstuffed cattle car from the city). Put simply, the All Blacks (NZ) were fantastic, and France sucked. Panatee Admonishments all around for the French and a Manatee Acknowledgement for the superior Blacks. Clement Poitrenaud, the French fullback, deserves to wallow in the Stank of Pantee Brown for the next six months. I question the contents of his jockstrap.

Overall a fine weekend was had, with many beers and much manliness. Tonight, I think I’ll soak in a nice bubblebath while enjoying a sour-apple martini and reading a Danielle Steele novel. Sometimes I enjoy being a girl.

Bait and I had once discussed opening a rogue state in our backyard. Well, in light of TSA and DHS… that’s not such a good idea.

However, I’d like to annex a part of my garden and create a new dutch/belge colony called Van Stinkt or perhaps Den Stinkt.

Just a thought.

Thanksgiving, that most traditional of American holidays, is, for me, a time to reflect on and give thanks for… the Thanksgiving episode of WKRP in Cincinnati.

“Happy Thanks…. giving… from W…… K……. R…….. P!!!”

“As God is my witness, I thought turkeys could fly.”

If anybody has that episode on tape (as far as I know, the series has never come out on DVD), please let me know ASAP. Dank je wel.

TCU beat Bobby Knight and Texas Tech pretty easily in Fort Worth last night, but that’s not the best news. The best news is that TCU apparently has a player named Corey Santee, as in manatee, pantee, etc. Remains to be seen whether he will be in line for a Manatee Award or a Santee Admonishment as the season goes on.