200

Global Warming has decided to make an exception in his eternal quest of... warming up the earth. In a Montreal Times article titled Global Warming avoids Canada, he is quoted as telling the Associated Press, earlier yesterday, that : "Canadians are too boring. Why should I care about them and warm their asses up ?". Therefore, it has been officially announced that Global Warming will not be granted a Canadian visa, and will never be able to set foot in our country. Airport personel is nervous, and the borders are closely watched. Grey skies are expected to last forever from now on, and we can forget about a suntan, or the simple idea of summer. Just like in any regular Canadian movie.



I've read somewhere that when a blog regularly does topics about the weather, it's gone bad. Have I reached my expiration date ? Have I "jumped the shark" ? You be the judge. I may have lost my edge at the same time I was losing my abs under a cake & ice cream coating around the waist, but I have not lost my will for irreverence. And in fact this post, that I'm typing right now, will be my 200th. In less than two years.

Those of you who were there in the beginning probably noticed how much the blog has changed. I first started it as a kind of "diary" of my sexual encounters and general experiences with serial dating. Then I met Miss Bijoux, and calmed down. I've been using Porn Science mainly to keep tabs, since then, on the movies I see, and the general state of mayhem my life is in. And you know damn well that all this could change at the blink of an eye. My eye.

I have a confession to make. Everybody gets on my nerves today. I'm at work, at the office. I'm in this kind of monastic, quiet mood required to think, and I have a shitload of articles to finish, as I may already have written right here, and there are girls all around me screaming their lungs out. It's not even hysteria, it's just the way they are : they run around and talk really loudly about work, and I'm pretty sure that they consume every calory of their more than generous meals while they're here. Then they go home to their husbands or boyfriends, and are too exhausted to do anything besides couch potatin' and watching TV. Why they invest the best of their day in such a trivial thing as "work", I'll never get it. When your employer does the minimum for you, what does he expect ?



This is my philosophy on jobs that are not "carreers". If you're there mainly to pay your bills, don't overdo it. It might look suspect to people like me.

I do what I'm asked to do, and I never step over the line. I don't take initiatives. I don't go helping out other departments when I have less stuff on my agenda. Corporate behaviour sickens me to the point of almost puking. I believe in success, but I don't think that climbing the corporate ladder without sacrificing your soul is possible anymore. I'm not the type of guy to say "Good stuff !" and pat people I hate on the back in the elevator on the way to the food court. I will not dress in a suit and spend 16 hours a day in my office, surrounded by assholes with no life. And I don't think that personal accomplishment can be achieved via a faceless business empire.

I strongly believe that, if you have a strong personality and are intellectually autonomous, you have to find your way on your own. Go out there and do it.

And while you're at it, please, keep your voice at a reasonable level.