I’ll be in Paris till Saturday.
AT long last, we’ve finished Ep. 2 of the Dr Slough Saga. I think this one is quite an improvement on the first episode. It won the Daily 3rd Place at Newgrounds, making it my 3rd award there.
One of the more endearing things I find about France is that comic books are broadly accepted as a form of art.
This weekend in Blois there is the 25th annual BD Boum, with all sorts of things happening all around town.
I don’t think there will be a lot of cosplay going on, though.
bd BOUM – Festival de Bande Dessinée à Blois
I don’t tell my mother-in-law what to do. I’m not stupid, that’s why I got elected president, man.
–BHO, when asked if Michelle’s mom will be moving in with them next year.
It’s been a long week or two. But this week has been great.
Numerous folks have congratulated me on my choice of presidents elect. No need to pick nits right now, but it is a damn fine departure from the last 8 years of complete strangers constantly coming up and telling me that I’m an idiot.
Last Tuesday I was told I can pick up my new visa next Tuesday. Yay.
Dresden, or rather Germany, has changed quite a bit since the begin of the year. Like France, they now prohibit smoking in all public places indoors. But unlike other countries, (as far as I know) they have a bit more nuance to the law. Small one room establishments can still have smoking. And there is another loophole, perhaps not originating from Dresden, but still very typical for the Neustadt attitude: some bars have re-established themselves as non-profit organizations, complete with membership cards. Thus being befreit of the new anti-smoking laws.
How could that possibly help them, you might ask? Well, I went out tonight to see some friends play a gig at the Kleines Haus. The sound was great, and there was plenty of room. But the weather was very mild and the space remained empty while I counted a good 40, 50 people who congregated directly outside in small groups, smoking and a-chattin’.
Since I had been up all night, I could hardly contain myself.
MY first Impulse was to rush into my host’s bedroom and jump on their bed and shout “aw crap! McCain frickin won!”
But in the last minute I fortunately pulled myself together.
My second impulse was to run out into the street and shout, “Obama!”. But there was no one out there. I did that anyway.
My third impulse was to run down to Albertplatz and jump up and down in the fountains and shout “Yay, Obama”, but still, not many people were around.
So, I just walked down to the tramstop, and I said to everyone, “Obama hat gewonnen!”.
The first person, a tall shaven headed fellow, politely answered, “Iss doch schees egal”. I nodded and moved on.
The second was an older lady, who pretended to ignore me. “Obama hat gewonnen!” said I, and she smiled, and said, “uh huh”.
The third was a younger lady, who was totally looking way way the other way. “Obama hat gewonnen!” she turned and smiled and said, “yeah, I just saw that on the TV”.
The fourth was a lanky student looking type with glasses. “Barack hat gewonnen!” At first he said nothing. But then he said, “Oh, so they did an official confirmation of the electoral vote?” “Umm… Yeah?” said I. “Oh, thanks for the news then” he said sarcastically.
Frickin’ party poopers.