O.RE.SA-MIAN

You guise!

I'll be in London from the 19th of December to January the 3rd!

Obviously I'll be with my family on Christmas day, Boxing day and New Year's day, but if you're free on any other day and want to meet up with me, leave a comment here or send me a PM, and we'll see if we can hang out!

This will be my very first Londonian Christmas holidays, I'm very excited!! °0°//

[EDIT] SA MÈRE LA PUTE DES NEIGES, bonne décision de pas sortir aujourd'hui: Sherlock filming interrupted because of approaching looters.

Un petit mot pour dire que je suis toujours à Londres mais que je suis en vie quand même ^^ Y'a eu cramage de bâtiments à Croydon ce qui n'est pas très loin de là où je suis (même plutôt près), un peu de bordel à Wimbledon (globalement toujours dans le coin), mais jusqu'ici y'a pas eu d'incidents dans ma bourgade.

Du coup je reste terrée dans la maison de ma cousine en attendant la fin de mon séjour (c'est pas que je suis parano, mais bon, ça me saoûlerait d'être coincée dans un trou paumé parce qu'il y a eu du bordel sur les lignes de train). De touteuf j'ai de quoi m'occuper entre le boulot (Geek & Girly 3, oué... ce connard de Baptiste me prend le chou et ça fait quatre jours que je bloque, je vous raconte pas mon état) et A Dance With Dragons (j'en suis à peu près au quart, ou au tiers, kekchoz comme ça... les chapitres avancent à une allure d'escargot, il abuse le Martin...)(par contre j'ai remarqué que Stannis Baratheon m'apparaît soudain beaucoup plus sympathique comme perso quand je l'imagine incarné par Christopher Eccleston).

Je reviens à Paris jeudi soir. Après, le programme ça va être:

-finir mes commissions (j'en ai deux à honorer)
-finir le scénar de Mytho épisode 3
-retaper une ultime fois quelques pages du scénar de Rhapsody (eh oué, quand y'en a plus y'en a encore, sérieux le 46CC c'est vraiment un format pénible)

Après ça, je serai plus ou moins libre. J'aimerais bien en profiter pour résoudre mes problèmes administratifs (permis de séjour, sécurité sociale... ça promet d'être passionnant) et puis finir/commencer mes fics en souffrance... l'écriture récréative me manque.

Experienced comedy club last night for the first time at a pub in Kingston. It was absolutely brilliant, and I discovered this Canadian comedian called Jason John Whitehead -- he was very funny, also kind of cute; if you ever get the chance to see one of his gigs, I'd recommend it wholeheartedly, I personally had a very good time in his company ^^ (here's a Youtube link to one of his TV appearances: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dEz2Yl-l0Fo )

Although the prelude to that fantastic night was a very weird phone call I received in the afternoon (100% authentic):

ME: Hello?
GUY ON THE PHONE WITH STRONG NORTHERN ACCENT: Hello, I'm David from BT. I'm phoning because--
ME: Yeah, I'm not the person living here, I'm her cousin. Maybe you'd prefer to leave a message or phone la--
"DAVID FROM BT": No, it's okay, I'll speak with you. *explains something about pigeons on the line. He speaks fast, I'm not sure if I understand well. He wants me to count pigeons on some line? Something like that? I have no idea.* Listen, do you have a pen?
ME, decidedly unhelpful and a bit irritated: No.
"DAVID FROM BT", decidedly not flustered and insisting: Can you get one?
ME, sighing heavily, I put the phone down, look for a pen and a piece of paper, come back to the phone, sigh again to signify I'm back.
"DAVID FROM BT": Have you got the pen?
ME: Yeah.
"DAVID FROM BT": And a piece of paper?
ME: Yeah.
"DAVID FROM BT": I'll give you some numbers, can you write them down? *starts enumerating a very, VERY long string of random numbers. I fight the urge to laugh, as the absurdity of the situation finally kicks in.* Did you get them all?
ME: Um. Yes...?
"DAVID FROM BT": Now can you tell me how many holes there are on the phone you're speaking from?
ME: ...I'm sorry what?
"DAVID FROM BT": On the phone you're speaking from. How many holes are there?

At that point I hung up, and he didn't phone back. I still don't know if it was a prank call or if the guy was nuts or if it was a genuine call from BT and I didn't understand anything although I doubt it; but if you heard that conversation on the radio yesterday, well that was me. Maybe it was a game where I could win a million pounds and I totally blew it, what the hell. All I know is that call was about as random as that time where a guy phoned my student residence during my uni years and said his TV company was conducting a survey to improve the quality of Sunday nights erotica films on TV and make them more adequate for the modern audience. I spent almost an hour with him on the phone building an improbable porn story by answering his multiple choice questions; in the end he didn't start laughing and tell me it was all a joke and what a pervert I was, he just thanked me and hung up, like it was indeed an official thing. A year later, another guy (or maybe it was the same guy...?) called for the same thing, same TV company. I told him that we'd already been through this, he didn't insist and didn't call back.

Is it only me who attracts complete randomness like that? I wonder.

Next post will be another Five Food Things, London Special.

I'm in London, and today I had to stay home to read about differences between hinduism and buddhism, perception of time in hinduism, caste system in India and Hindu rites and rituals.

WELL, IT'S ALL VERY FUCKING COMPLICATED.

I'm doing this for Mytho and the most frustrating thing is the utterly depressing knowledge that no matter how much I research this, I'll probably still transcribe the wrong idea in the end anyway. Because I have the feeling that you have to actually *be* Hindu to really understand what the fuck all this is about.

Oh well. I guess this is *my* page 8 now.

Other subject of frustration: on the day I arrived, I visited the magnificent British Library and as I read the catalogue, I saw that Alan Moore had given a conference there... only three days earlier.

Karmic retribution from the very good dream I had featuring Nine the other day: last night I had a weird nightmare where I was lost in the suburbs of London, without any map and the buses never took me where I wanted to go.
At some point I went through a strange funeral home that was nearby a river. Inside they stored luxury cars that were found in the river, and on the ground beside the cars were the bodies of politicians found in the vehicles. They had their hands and feet bound and lay in a fetal position.
The bodies and the cars were still wet.

Once again the magnificent John Oliver made me cry tears of laughter

http://www.thedailyshow.com/watch/mon-april-25-2011/katedown-to-the-royal-willding---the-coverage-of-the-century

http://www.thedailyshow.com/watch/wed-april-27-2011/katedown-to-the-royal-willding---the-nuptials-of-the-century

http://www.thedailyshow.com/watch/thu-april-28-2011/royal-wedding-excitement-in-london

I love that guy. I'd royal-marry him any day <3

Back to Paris and I won't lie, I feel kind of sad I left. I hope this post will help me with my grieving! *sigh*

( Cakes, executions, Camden, chick peas and flowers )