What is it? Well, in the U.S. (Dorothée has told me that it's not like this in France) when you learn the passé composé (past tense) you will inevitably learn La Maison D'etre. La Masion D'Etre is a representation to learn all of the verbs that use "etre" as the auxiliary verb in the past tense. The idea is that all of the verbs are verbs that you do in or in relation to a house.
Someone at the University of Texas has put a Texas slant on the trick and created L'Alamo D'Etre. I like the armadillos, especially the one that's resting with a beret. I'm assuming the alien is there because of the Marfa lights.
I love Morgan Fairchild, she's a plastic surgery success story. Morgan was also recently inducted into the Texas film hall of fame alongside Mike Judge, creator of Beavis and Butthead and King of The Hill.
Well that certainly was an exciting super Tuesday, no? I thought it was interesting on both sides. Perhaps this could be decided in Texas? It is the second most populous state and has a large number of delegates. Imagine, my vote actually counting towards something in Texas! Too cool!
I don't really have much else to report right now so here's a gratuitous photo of me flexing my arms.
The sibling in my family that is closest in age to me is fourteen years older than I am. Basically I grew up like an only child and developed an uncanny ability to entertain myself when alone and with limited resources. This was demonstrated today upon returning to work from lunch when I took an ordinary strip of plastic, which normally serves as a shade for the fluorescent light over my desk, and transformed it into Geordi La Forge's visor.
When I first started blogging back in 2005 there was a blog that many people linked to, it was called Brat Boy School. Well, the blog was called the Brat Boy Bulletin and it was part of a larger site called Brat Boy School. The minute I went to the site I was turned off by it. The design emoted an Ambercromie air coupled with an insipid sense of exclusivity and it's purveyor was Ethan Reynolds, a plastic golden god who is now one of the Ginch Gonch underwear models. Call me a snob but I like my blogs to be gritty, amateurish, silly, and maintained by geeks, sex addicts, freaks, pinkos, coonasses, ex-mormons, and all other kinds of enigmatic characters. If you want "perfection" there's plenty of that in mainstream media.
Even though the blog wasn't my cup of tea I was a moth to a flame and occasionally visited it to see what was going on but I never bought this blog. Here was this really pretty boy that somehow managed to create a very slick website, and who quite often posted blogs about politics with an extremely neo-con bent. It just didn't add up. I had all sorts of theories, one of which included that the real owner of this blog was a Karl Rove operative whose mission was to indoctrinate impressionable queers with neo-con vomit.
Well, my instinct was correct. According to a Nov. 9th post the jig is up. The blog was a fake, and moreover a scam in which people lost money. I can't possibly sum up the drama here, so if you're interested you can read all about it at Brat Boy Bulletin. First impressions are everything.