Friday, July 21, 2006

performance anxiety


wtf?
Originally uploaded by Nyx.
Hello digital internauts! Been a while, but my lazy ass bone has been playing up again. That and I have performance anxiety. Old school friends from the olden days (when everything was in black and white - just like I used to think when I was 4 - see, see how stupid the television makes you?) have been proclaiming readership, others are proclaiming to want readership, and to that end I was just thinking the other day how many english collective description words and/or titles end in 'ship' - and, y'know, why...? So to any old friends (and a new one, hi the new one) who are tuning into this station....it's been 15 years, I'm still ranting.

So, y'know, it's been hot. And if it's not the heatwave, the hezbollah or Zidane's headbutt it's not news. And heat means a couple of major changes here in France - first is the transformation of old people into sort of geriatric houseplants (have you misted Madame Tartempion yet this morning?), the second being the bone melting epidemic amongst small dogs transforming them into a canine rag mutts. It's disturbing.

This weekend past was July the 14th, which, like most historical celebrations in any society around the world, means a chance to drink more alcohol. I went to some northern beaches in the pas de calais, soaked up the faux tudor and tacky souvenir shops, watched dogs get carried and witnessed some nightmarish toddlers face meets chocolate icecream incidents. I accidently went on a 50km bike ride - mostly because I didn't know how far I was meant to be going (distances on tourist maps with oversized local attraction icons are larger than they appear), went to a bird wetland sanctuary (daydreamed mugging the people with the severely expensive digital cameras and telescopic lenses), and went to Aqualud in Le Touquet (where I spent 3 hours thinking...'I paid HOW MUCH for this??)

Otherwise I just get the train back and forth to work everyday and spent 35 hours a week contributing to that overly complicated administrative system that the expats all violently hate. Bureaucracy is, after all, a French word (not to mention one of the bonus spelling words on the list when I was in whatever year you're in when you're 10 in your country).

8 comments:

Uranus said...

Why waste your time and money in France when you can take a Ryanair flight and go somewhere better?

Become a wise consumer.

Nyx said...

yeah, well, while we're speaking of going somewhere else mate....

A said...

What is tacky about ceramic seagulls, overpriced t-shirts with exotic/catchy english phrases - misspelled of course - and personalized leather bracelets?
I am honored to get my first shout-out in blogger world.... well, it was just a 'hi', but saying 'shout-out" makes me feel so gansta. ;-)
Savor your weekend.
the obvious american ;-)

Nyx said...

Do I reply with a 'holler back' or something? Is that how it works?

A said...

Actually the correct response would be to reply with a "holla back". But, I'll accept your mediocre -er version of it... >sigh<

Nyx said...

but I ain't no holla back girl.
HA!

Megan said...

Here's a yodel from the south pacific contingent ;-) Okay, so am not *really* yodelling, it's all just a nice way of saying hey there to you in France.

Though I have to mention the "accidental" bike ride ... how can you call a 50km bike ride an accident ...

Nyx said...

Heya Megs!! :D
Welcome, nice to see you here chicky
Well, you know, bike rides can just get out of hand sometimes. You're all wrapped up in the going part that you sort of forget about the returning bit.