jeudi, juin 24, 2010

Allez les bleus...arrètez on vous entend trop!!

Mon blog passe plus pour une expérience personnelle qu'autre chose, plus vraiment à voir avec une réflexion sur mon travail et son milieu. Mais bon comme je me suis trouvé inspiré dernièrement je vais vous faire partager le fruit de mon "oeuvre":
Breaking News: en lice for Oscar 2011 for best drama of the year: French football Team players in "Les Bleus - unwanted shooting stars". 12 years long movie: "The blues, rise and fall". From Zidane the conqueror to after-a-collegue's-red-card-wining Cissé (aka sissy Cissé, Cissé the sissy...open to suggestions), the agony of a gang that nobody wanted to see and the match everybody wanted (needed) to laugh of.... the only movie we will pay YOU to watch. Soon available on 3D (provided with the rest of the money the FFF's management has not stolen yet, so that we wont have you to pay for that disgrace, hopefully someone will watch that and say "never again!!")
J'ai pas la photo ou la video de Cisse quand il commence à pleurer après le carton rouge mais c'est réellement désopilant....

mardi, juin 22, 2010

Fútebollllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllll no Brasilllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllll

I couldn't decently think of writing about Brasil without football. For those who wouldn't know (Which I think is more like they do not WANT to) right now is the World Cup of Football. So FWC is not so bad, actually this year it looks like a brazilian novela (TV show, Dallas) where Domeneck-Jr is screwing badly with Govou-Sue Helen's sister, Anelka, forced to leave the country or he'll be killed (fun story to read here, but zaaat is nooot in French, zut-alors if you pleeeeeeze?). Anyway it is a great deal of fun if you think of these boys like roughnecks in a rig, except they are paid like the boss of the company, so you produce a gang of sissies that think of their makeup before torkin' that gaddam riser!!!(slightly pushed south Louisiana accent). The real story is appalling if you do not take it on the fun side I'm afraid, let us not talk about this now, I'll feel ashame of myself and start apologizing for everything (even the police font of this blog, and you don't want a stinky-cheese-sparkling-wine frenchy to do that would you??). So I'm in Brasil and I support... Brasil of course, I mean I don't have a problem against North Korea but if I have to support a team, which happens once every 4 years, better be a worthy one right?? As a good supporter I do not work during matches (a-n-y match!), I spend the whole 90 min of any Brasil game standing up my fist against the Brazilian flag of my chest. I do jump every time I hear the "Brasiiiii-iiiiiiii-iiiiiiii-iiiiiiillllll sampler they put every time they score, even @ 5am South Africa time (roughly 1 am here). I do scream at Argentinian supporter, bark at every Argentinian flag, shirt, stripe, pants, underwear, pin, coffee cup and other thing that can remind me of a light blue and white stripe or a thin guy with a dodgy hair cut (long hair on the back and short on the head) with a approximate beard. So good to feel like I'm lobotomized...
In Copacabana there is this... beach yes, that is called Copacabana beach (thanks, now I feel intelligent!!) FIFA put on 2 massive screens to play the games live, one is closed to play concerts in between, this other is fully open. Both of them are free but the one with concerts is of a limited capacity and fills in (last time I checked) 3 hours before the game start... the second has not even started, and I do not believe it will go less if Brasil carries on like that. So I went there and watched Brasil vs. Ivory Coast. I was amazed by the phenomenon that football is here. I mean, I see the banners all around the city, things you did not see in France in 98, people painted, pavement pagged with brazilian icons and cartoons and everybody wears the brazilian shirt. Most of them are from black market but hey, what do you think? they'll all buy the official Nike 100$ shirt with 5 starts when they ALL think they're going to win again so they'll have an obsolete 5 start shirt?? Brasil is the country of fútebol and there is no question about that. Mr english men you can go back home and cry, you're not even a match as supporters. When they scored 1-0, 2-0 , 3-0 it was like I scored myself. the 3-1 (I did not shoot it unfortunately) was salty and the rest was felt like injustice, you could feel it in the air, very entertaining. Now I know what football means, and what supporting and passion means. Brazilian leave a lot like that, very passionate people. Thinking that now I might see again some higher up games, I am really looking forward to the adrenaline. I'll keep you posted, send you the videos.
Have a nice evening

J+150 - On signe le contrat d'achat - We sign the apartment's contract of property

Ayééééééééééééééééééé, on est propriétaire. Après un marathon, que dis-je, une demi gestation!!! Nous sommes donc allé ma dulcinée et moi même chez le gynéconotaire faire une échoconstatation des papiers à signer et nous avons décelé le sexe (non pas du propriétaire actuel, ce qui ne nécessite pas d'écho!!!) de notre acquisition, masculin, 105m2 (un beau bébé) et 3 pièces (cuisine bien entendu....). Nous n'avons pas encore les clés bien sûr, on veux pas d'un prématuré, donc on va encore attendre quelques semaines avant que la propriétaire n'accouche de ces foutues clés et nous permettre de (enfin) rentrer dans notre appartement et de la bouter dehors (ahh ce que j'aimerais le faire maintenant!!!). Je suis sans mes affaires depuis Septembre 2009, et je crois que la gestation sera à terme, donc enSeptembre 2010 ça fera 1 an que je suis SDF de luxe dans des apparts à 2500 euros par mois, des hotels à 100 euros la nuit, des restos que tu te mouches pas dans les rideaux, parce qu'ils coûtent le prix de ton loyer de luxe...SDF!!!! Mais je diverge. Ce qui est rageant c'est qu'on respire, on dors, on sue, on ne pense qu'aux papiers pour cet appartement, cela en devient psychotique. On a des crises de grossesses Fernanda et moi (en même temps il est tellement gros ce bébé que toute seule la pauvre elle va pas s'en remettre).
Et maintenant quoi?? On doit courrir derrière le contrat pour aller payer une taxe gouvernementale (une de plus), et après cela seulement l'argent sera versé au propriétaire, soit encore 4 semaines. Pourquoi doit-on attendre?? je vous raconterais cela dans un autre post du blog.