The worthless kiss...

...or even worse, the kiss that is worth -€2,000,000.

I'll explain... Today in France was held a trial about art...
On my right, the defendant, a 30-year old woman, and on my left, some rich moron art lover who bought a white frame made by some scammer so-called artist for the modest price of 2 million euros.

The accusation : the defendant kissed the white picture at some art exhibition and left a red mark that makes the "artwork" worthless according to the owner and all the art experts...

The woman seemed to be so aroused by this painting that she just couldn't repress the expression of her love... Aaah the chemistry of Love, female hormone and ... whiteness... Can we really blame her? "Just remember to never let her go in a paper factory and it'll be OK" I'd say.

The judge and the prosecutor didn't have the same opinion. They were talking about "cannibalism", "rape" or "extreme violence" to describe her act. Wow! I know she's not pretty, but that's going a little too far, don't you think?

My opinion is that if the kisser was Natalie Portman, the painting would be now exposed at the Louvre.

Anyway, it seems that she will lose the trial.

What lesson can we learn from that?
1° Never let that witch's lips approach your children. They'll become less-than-worthless scum... The world already has enough of that...

2° If you bring her at home and make her kiss the ground (I don't know how you'd do that, I can't have all the great ideas! I think that if the floor is white, you're already half good), you can always sue her for making your house lose all its value... Make sure that she put some red lipstick.

3° Try not to leave to much whiteness around your girlfriend in case she's struck by the same dicease, that would cost probably a lot more than the wedding ring you are were planning to buy...


Any other lesson?

Damn... I should come here more often...

...or else, what would be the point of this blog?
The problem is that I seldomly have anything interesting enough to tell... I could have written about my routine work, the hours I spent in front of a screen, the flavor of my last coffee, the time when I discovered my superpowers and saved the world by saving a mere cheerleader...

"Then you can talk about somebody else!" Hmm, yeah... certainly... I should rename this blog "Somebody else's blog, the vibrant story of someone Pochi may know..."

Ok...

"Sigh...There he is... running as always, to catch this train, at the very same hour... Well, when the train is on time.
He's dressed all in black today. Is there a connection with saturday's match? No, I guess not. I've never talked with him, but I'm sure he's not the kind of guy who would watch rugby...
Standing at the very same place as always on the platform. So predictible... But at least, he's always in front of the door. No need to say, he'll sit at the same place, the one near the window.
The train has stopped... I board the train with him.
Aha! I was right. Same seat. See? I can foretell any of his moves...
Taking his DS out of his bag, pluging his earphones, he will dive into his little world... . He will play and won't notice anything else around him... Not even me...
Sometimes, he raises his head and throws a glance through the window. I guess he didn't see me watching him... It's OK... I'm used to that... I'll just stand beside him during this 20mn-ride..."
Tuuuuuuut!
"Already at his station, and he's still playing...Like a kid. He quickly stuff his DS in his bag and jump out of the train.
I can't follow him, but I don't care... He'll be here tonight and tomorrow again..."

My reflection in the window of the train I take to the office...