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So this is our last week at Cecilia’s. She is moving to Japan in two days and so we’re forced to choose a card box under a viaduct as a means of permanent residence. At least, this is what seems to be the most likely to happen to us in a near future. You see, since a simple suggestion to start packing two weeks in advance was pushed aside by a pink lace ornate hand in favour of photo shoots and interior design, we are now helping her to move out, night and day, leaving us very little to no time to look for our own place to live in when our stay is over. Oh well, we’ve seen worse… But not that often.
Cecilia’s house is filled with two very distinctive things: boxes and Japanese girls. For the latter, Easter celebration is chiefly strange. They can’t seem to be able to grasp the subtle link between Jesus, our Saviour and a giant bunny hiding chocolate eggs to the children’s delight. So it was an immense pleasure for us to enlighten them, paraphrasing various Gospels in the process. With a little bit of luck, the good Lord might suddenly have won two new Nihon warriors in His crusade against humanity. An interesting fact: Since all Australian hen eggs are brown, this greatly limits Easter eggs decoration process (or as we would call them during our briefing session: Christian Grenades).
Being so close to the Orient made me realize something interesting, at least, it seemed interesting to me. It seems that the more, let’s say, yellowish skin tone of Asian people confuses the “Auto-White Balance” function of my camera. When some of them are in a picture composition, all colours seem to be altered and require a lot more adjustments in postproduction. As if the Chromatic Recognition software was different in North America compared to the land of the Rising Sun. Strange. Meaningful to a certain extent… But mostly strange.
I was really hoping this week to announce that we were able to plan a dinner with the famous Pauly Shore, who is in town for a few days on a stand-up comedy tour. It is with great regret that I announce he has not answered my numerous e-mails and preferred the security of a dark and humid hotel room to our warm company. So we had to go with Plan B to share our dinner with Elliot Goblet, nationally recognized stand-up comedian. We’re talking about a man having totally absurd humour, and a really nice guy. Look at these ancient-looking recordings and make up your own mind about him, as long as it’s the same as ours. Otherwise, go make it elsewhere. From this meeting, Stephanie got new stockings portraying the stand-up comedian. Who can top that?
Oh, by the way, HAPPY BIRTHDAY FRANÇOIS! We are 50 only once! (Or so Krishna would have us believe... –Er– No, or is it the other way around?).
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So this is our last week at Cecilia’s. She is moving to Japan in two days and so we’re forced to choose a card box under a viaduct as a means of permanent residence. At least, this is what seems to be the most likely to happen to us in a near future. You see, since a simple suggestion to start packing two weeks in advance was pushed aside by a pink lace ornate hand in favour of photo shoots and interior design, we are now helping her to move out, night and day, leaving us very little to no time to look for our own place to live in when our stay is over. Oh well, we’ve seen worse… But not that often.
Cecilia’s house is filled with two very distinctive things: boxes and Japanese girls. For the latter, Easter celebration is chiefly strange. They can’t seem to be able to grasp the subtle link between Jesus, our Saviour and a giant bunny hiding chocolate eggs to the children’s delight. So it was an immense pleasure for us to enlighten them, paraphrasing various Gospels in the process. With a little bit of luck, the good Lord might suddenly have won two new Nihon warriors in His crusade against humanity. An interesting fact: Since all Australian hen eggs are brown, this greatly limits Easter eggs decoration process (or as we would call them during our briefing session: Christian Grenades).
Being so close to the Orient made me realize something interesting, at least, it seemed interesting to me. It seems that the more, let’s say, yellowish skin tone of Asian people confuses the “Auto-White Balance” function of my camera. When some of them are in a picture composition, all colours seem to be altered and require a lot more adjustments in postproduction. As if the Chromatic Recognition software was different in North America compared to the land of the Rising Sun. Strange. Meaningful to a certain extent… But mostly strange.
I was really hoping this week to announce that we were able to plan a dinner with the famous Pauly Shore, who is in town for a few days on a stand-up comedy tour. It is with great regret that I announce he has not answered my numerous e-mails and preferred the security of a dark and humid hotel room to our warm company. So we had to go with Plan B to share our dinner with Elliot Goblet, nationally recognized stand-up comedian. We’re talking about a man having totally absurd humour, and a really nice guy. Look at these ancient-looking recordings and make up your own mind about him, as long as it’s the same as ours. Otherwise, go make it elsewhere. From this meeting, Stephanie got new stockings portraying the stand-up comedian. Who can top that?
Oh, by the way, HAPPY BIRTHDAY FRANÇOIS! We are 50 only once! (Or so Krishna would have us believe... –Er– No, or is it the other way around?).
See HER view
See His and Hers Photos
See His and Hers Videos
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