Monthly Archives: October 2009

Things that the French force me to eat

Yes, living in France proves to be quite difficult, as there’s always some new boulangerie or brasserie that I am compelled to try out, despite my dislike for food and other rather trivial matters, like breathing. Highly overrated. Anyway, here are some pictures of the absolutely horrible things that I have no choice but to consume, because everyone’s so overdramatic about how important eating is or something. Continue reading


A Challenge (Contest Time!)

Guess what this is (usage, brand/maker). The first one to guess correctly AND post the answer as a comment will get one!


Secret mystery item!

The French Language Continues to Blow My Mind

Yesterday, I noticed a sign that had the expression “de luxe”, or “of luxury” on it. Then I put the two words together. DELUXE! Man, the things that I learn in Paris.

Photoshop Fun!


The shop is actually Frey Wille, but I just couldn’t help but switch the last letters of each word. Teehee.

A question about love

Question: How do you hold on to someone who’s already drifted away beyond your reach?
My answer: A harpoon gun.

Coffees and Stories

I had this idea while sitting in a cafĂ© and writing that there are some amazing similarities between coffee and stories. I’m almost certain that no one’s ever thought of this before, since no one ever drinks coffee AND writes at the same time, right? So, here goes.

Coffees and stories, like any two objects when put together and scrutinized for any sort of common features, have a lot of things in common. For example, there are good stories and there are bad stories, just like coffee. And some coffees start off quite nicely but gradually worsen as they cool off and leave a sour aftertaste when you finish them, just like some stories. And if you put enough sugar and milk into a story, it will become edible, just like coffee!*

*At this point in my contemplations, I pondered what a story would taste like with milk and sugar. I was tempted to try it with a short story that my friend had sent me, but then I realized that if I were to eat a story, I might get paper cuts. Paper cuts in the mouth. In the inside of my mouth. I became preoccupied with the horrors of having paper cuts in my mouth, so I forgot about whatever I was thinking about.

So yeah, coffee and stories. I’m sure there’s something there. Unfortunately, all I can think about right now are sugarcoated stories dipped in milk. I’m sure there’s a edible product somewhere called a story, right?

Quotes From The First Season of Mad Men

This doesn’t really have anything to do with Paris, except for the fact that Don Draper is awesome. Which still has nothing to do with Paris. Continue reading