Posts tagged with "funny"
Monday, 31. August 2009, 14:42:26
funny, work, bad habit, ironic
I'm a bit edgy today so I decided I'd had my share of coffee. I went for herbal tea instead. A colleague remarked the oddity and I explained anxiety kicked in every time I was looking at my todo today, hence the herbal tea. On my way back a door burst open right next to me. Instant panic! My hand flew, spilling the burning content of my cup of tea in the air in front and on the carpet. At least, nobody was injured.
Friday, 24. July 2009, 13:50:18
musings, language, funny, in French
En passant devant un cordonnier ce matin, je me suis rappelé qu'étant petite, j'associais l'image d'un cordonnier qui rafistolait des chaussures au mot "coordonnées". D'ailleurs, je croyais que le métier c'était "coordonnier", et lorsque ma mère parlait de "donner ses coordonnées", je ne voyais vraiment pas le rapport.
Je me souviens d'une autre association rigolotte datant de la même époque, peu ou prou. C'était lorsque mon père courait après mon frère et moi, en nous menaçant d'une raclée, l'image que j'avais en tête était celle du papa courant en cercle derrière ses enfants, une clé démesurée a la main. Ça m'amusait au moins autant que ça nous amusait de faire courir mon père, qui lui aussi s'amusait à nous courir après. (Avertissement: La raclée n'était qu'un pretexte au jeu, pas une menace réelle.)
Friday, 5. June 2009, 19:43:34
language, funny, silly, in French
Je fumais une roulée avec une copine alors que j'avais un peu la tête ailleurs. Ça a résulté en un dialogue assez divertissant:
Elle: "Je roule nettement mieux depuis le 1er juin".
Je regarde sa roulée, je jette un oeil à la date du jour, je lève les sourcils et hoche la tête en guise d'acquièscement.
Moi: "Ah ouais, en effet, et on est que le 5 juin!"
Elle me regarde en écarquillant les yeux et en fronçant les sourcils. Je quitte mes préoccupations et me recentre illicopronto sur notre conversation, je reviens mentalement en arrière.
Elle: "Hein?"
Moi: "Euh... Tu me parles de début juin et on est le cinq. Je regarde ta roulée, elle est nickel, même si elle a une forme un peu conique."
Et là, ça devient clair, d'un coup! Le parseur a eu un hoquet sur la prononciation similaire (dans la région, du moins) entre "joint" et "juin".
Monday, 6. April 2009, 15:19:38
memories, funny, musings
I was always too shy to do drama (and always worried on the several occasions it was suggested to me as a means to overcome shyness. A few years ago, my boss told me I should consider "improv" and it freaked me out so much that my instinct response was to think about quitting, which I didn't do). However, I did go on stage, three times.
I don't have many recollections. Shame must have taken care of blanking them from my memory.
The first time I went on stage, I was between 3 and 6 years old and the occasion was the celebration of the end of the school year. Our teacher had decided our class was an Indian tribe. I was the squaw (i.e. the chief's wife) and I was to present our newborn baby to the tribe. I don't know that these memories are mine or based on hearing my parents recounting the story, but I do remember waiting in the teepee --with the baby doll-- for the signal my teacher would give me. At the signal I was to come out of the teepee and present the baby. I was told that I came out of the teepee holding the baby by an ankle, presenting the newborn upside down.
During the summer of 1985, I was visiting my aunt in Corsica for a month, and I was in a play for the second time. Someone in the village had decided that keeping the kids busy with a theater play was better than letting us wander the streets and woods around in search of some trouble to make. I was to be a maid. I practised long and hard, I remember that much. I also remember that the representation was to occur only a few days after I turned 10. I don't actually remember the play or whether it was a success. But my aunt remembers things. Like I was very unhappy that I was to be a simple maid. That she had to reveal to me the importance of maids at the time the play was set in. She also remembers that she helped me with reheasals. If I had been a promising actress, I'm positive she would have complimented me 
The third time I was on stage was, similarly to the first time, at the occasion of the school fair. I was almost 12 and it felt like the last school assignment I had to do before being rewearded with the summer holiday. Our teacher had picked an episode of "The Love Boat". I was the goffer. I remember a few things, but none related to the play itself. I remember being glad I was wearing a white outfit because it was a really hot and sunny day and we were not acting in the shade. I remember wishing I would not trip when I climbed the stairs to go on stage (I don't think I did, otherwise I would remember). And the other thing I remember is the make-up artist telling me the shape of my eye-brows was perfect and how pleased I was by what he had told me. I was also surprised because never before had I considered that eye-brows shape was something to have an opinion on. (I'm totally digressing but I have to note that either fashion changed since then, or the said shape changed and became not so perfect over time. Or the guy made fun of me in the first place.)
Thursday, 29. May 2008, 09:14:43
funny, silly, musings, language
Many years ago I remember someone often said "E pericoloso sposersi" and laughed. I asked what it meant and was told it was a pun in Italian and that it meant that it was dangerous to get married.
I didn't understand why it was dangerous to get married, nor did I understand what was laughable about it. But nevermind, as the adult world was still very foreign to me.
Years later I was in an Italian train and spotted a notice by a window: "E pericoloso sporgersi" which meant it was dangerous to lean out of the window. Aha. Now it made sense!
However the mystery remains ; what made this person often say "E pericoloso sposersi" and laugh? Perhaps he had an omnipresent wife...
Thursday, 10. April 2008, 08:15:34
funny, work, w3c
Dom nous fournit une excellente explication du concept de datespace, sur IRC, suite à la question d'un de nos stagiaires:2008-04-10T07:55:05Z <seb> c'est quoi un datespace ?
2008-04-10T07:56:27Z <dom> c'est un logement qui, au lieu d'avoir
une cuisine, un salon, une salle de bain, a plein de petits placards
au milieu desquels tu tombe par hasard sur un pommeau de douche, une
cuisinière, un coussin, etc
2008-04-10T07:56:41Z <dom> l'avantage, c'est que tu n'as jamais de
problème pour ranger quelque chose de nouveau
2008-04-10T07:56:55Z <dom> l'inconvénient, c'est que tu ne sais jamais
où est ton lit quand tu en as besoin
2008-04-10T07:56:59Z <dom> mais bon, on peut pas tout avoir
2008-04-10T08:00:00Z <seb> hum ok
2008-04-10T08:01:17Z <dom> (moins métaphoriquement, c'est une méthode
d'organisation d'un site web utilisée sur le site du W3C où les
ressources sont organisées dans des répertoires du type /2008/04/ )
2008-04-10T08:03:54Z <seb> aaaaaaaaaaah
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