Thanks for checking in, so to speak (…er, write). I am taking moiself on holiday. From this Friday and through June, I will be posting blogs from the same time period of eight years ago (late May-June, 2014). New posts will return in early-mid July.
Until then, I hope y’all enjoy these reruns (or at least gain a modicum of petty amusement from making fun of them, and/or noting how NOT perspicacious my 2014 blatherings observations turned out to be). Perhaps they may spark some sense of déjà vu in you, or cause you to contemplate what you were doing and thinking in those pre-pandemic, pre-idiocy epidemic times (i.e., before the debacle that was #45).
Moiself apologizes for the fact that visuals (pictures; video clips) in the original posts may or may not be included.
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One day back from de merveilleuses vacances à Paris with Belle, and I’m in no shape to blog.
I thought about running a greatest hits–type compilation from blogs past…as if the masses are clamoring for such a thing…and as if such a thing exists.
What an ego that would require – you’d think I was French or something.
Cette femme n’est pas Français!
Yes, we had a fantastic time, and yes, so much (but not all) of what is said about Paris is true. [1] Unbelievably wonderful bread and wine…
…served in charming cafes by debonair French waiters
Who, remercier les dieux, looked nothing like these gentlemen.
So, je ne post pas. Until I can muster the energy, and circadian readjustment to Oregon time, stunning visual images and a few jokes will have to do.
Here is the favorite of the many pictures we took:
I so did not take this picture. Neither did Belle.
Q: Which ghost was president of France?
A: Charles de Ghoul
Q: Why don’t they have fireworks at Euro Disney?
A: Because every time they shoot them off, the French try to surrender.
Q: What is a native of Paris called?
A: A parisite.
Time for equal time. The French do love their jokes about the Yanks.
Q: What do you call a beautiful woman in America?
A: A tourist.
Q: What is the difference between an American and a pot of yoghurt?
A: After a period of time, the yoghurt [2] begins to develop cultures.
This next one is from the Parisites to the Brits.
Q: What’s long, dark, hard, gloomy, and ends with millions of assholes?
A: The Channel Tunnel.
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May you and yours always have Paris, and may the hijinks ensue.
Thanks for stopping by. Au Vendredi!
[1] The French use very few footnotes.
[2] Using the French spelling, but of course.
