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I’ve been talking about it for a loooong time now. I’m like these suicidal teenagers. Don’t have the guts, but still talking about it.
Then I saw this video, that really made me think of that virtual freedom again. I might reconsider… 🙂
P.S is it me or the guy in the video really looks like P. Thibaut de notre lycée au Brésil?
P.S 2: I’m gonna go check P. Thibaut on Facebook. See ya.
I’ve posted stop-motion videos more than once here. But it seems that I just can’t get enough.
I lately found this one, with coins. I found it a bit long, but the end is worth seeing, since they do a little « behind the scenes » demonstration.
Here it is:
Should I, once more, try and explain why I spend 5 month away from the blog, no news, no post? I bet the reasons are always the same: no time, no motivation, better things to do. In my case, that’s exactly all at one, so I’ll spare you the blabla.
Buuut, there’s one special reason for me being back today, despite of almost closing this thing for good several times last week. The reason is one of my collegues from college (that I never met personnaly, since he’s younger than me). Dude, I have no idea who you are, but today you surprised me. Why? Because today, all of the sudden, I receive a notification saying that my blog’s got a new subscriber. I read it twice: really? Who’s the dumbass? Here’s been dead for aaages now!
Well, maybe a newcomer that liked an old post, maybe two… That’s when I figured it would be a shame to deceive him and let him realize there’s nothig more going on here…
That said… I won’t start this revival with empty conversations. So as a symbolic new beginning, I’ll let you with 2 nice things:
– The first is a good new: I quit my job! Today was the last day. I was tired to design McDonald’s restaurants again, and again, and again… Tired of doing interior architecture (That’s SO NOT my area!) Tired of pretending to care which colour and graphic would suit that wall. Tired to pretend I give a shit about the crappiest company of all times. (After Coca Cola).
So next: a villa in St Tropez, a flat in Paris and some other ideas for a start…
– The second thing will bring some colours to this blog: I’ll let you at it.
And a last one:
Or: Is this shade of grey acceptable?
I’ll present you a work with good sense of humour. The « responsable » calls himself Mobster, and his work is displayed here.
He also has a Flickr (do you say have a Flickr? Or a Flickr profile? Or he does a Flickr?) with some more of it. Here.
To give you a small apetiser, I’ll let you with two…hum… « conversations »… 😉
And the other one goes: Read the rest of this entry ?
Trips usually start with airports. Or rail stations. Or roads. It starts before you reach your goal.
Mine started with the not so good idea to travel with Easyjet. I might have made this choice 3 times in my life, and ended up regretting all of them. This time was no exception.
1. Easyjet and time
First they have this really annoying lack of flexibility. That includes to be in front of a check-in gate 30 minutes before flight, at least. So far, everything’s normal and fine. But considering the lines are usually endless, it means you have to arrive at the airport at least 2 hours before your flight time. I’ve once boarded 15 minutes before a flight with Germanwings. And they say the German are rigid… But with Easyjet, when they say 30minutes, it can’t be 29. No way.
At that point, you realized a train would have been quicker.
But, like I said, I’ve done this choice many times, so I did my check-in online.
2. Easyjet and « British ponctuality »
So, you arrived way before your departure time, to be sure no orange-dressed bitch will send you back home because you weren’t on time. You of course had the time to know all ingredients of every piece of giant chocolate boxes you found in the duty free shops, and your arm stinks a mixture of all the perfumes you sprayed on it. You could be waiting sitted, but easyjet is always the last one to comunicate the gates.
And when they finally do, you also discover that the flight is going to be late.
Then you hear: attention easyjet flyers to Casablanca: the flight will have a 2 hours delay. Thank god you’re not going to Casablanca. And 5 minutes later, you hear the same lousy message about YOUR flight to London. Great.
At that point, you realize driving there would have been faster too.
My piece of advice: don’t book any appointment at least 4 hours before your supposed arrival time.
3. Easyjet and the cheap-ass spirit
When I first heard about low costs flights some years ago, I was really threalled by the whole concept. So what, if you have to buy your food on board? At least you only pay for what you really want to eat. So what, if the seats are tights? The destinations are never so far, anyway.
I still think that way. But when I started to realize that some VITAL things were charged, then my opinion changed a bit. And there’s the little box that defines whereas your hand luggage can board, or if it’s gonna cost you 20 extra euros. I mean: you’re travelling. That’s the point of taking a plane, right? But if you’re thinking to bring some clothes with you, craaaazy you!!!!
And when they say one hand luggage only, they mean ONE hand luggage. If you have a purse, an umbrella, or too thick gloves, GO BACK TO THE ORANGE LADY AND PAY!
At that point, you realize not only driving yould have been faster, but you would also have room for your umbrella. For free.
After 2 hours of delay, I took my ipod little purse off my handbad, and the orange lady would’nt let me board: it’s supposed to be ONE HAND LUGGAGE!! Dear god… As far as I know, it was supposed to be 9.pm, but you don’t see me yelling at you, do you?
4. Easyjet and savings
So, yeah, I finally arrived in England. 2,5 hours after the supposed time. Considering the shitty flying hours at easyjet, there weren’t any subways once I finally reached London. I was convinced to book these Easybuses. Cheaper, they said. You wait for it, you take it. That’s not your reservation hour, ma’am. Yeah, I know, Easyjet, late, delay, yadda yadda. You get in.
You arrive somewhere you don’t know at 1am. No more metro. You take a taxi. £15. Not so cheap, this Easybus, right?
At that point, you realize you would have saved money and time with ANY other option than Easyjet.
So, long story short: next time, go AirFrance, than Gatwick express. Go with luggage, come back with souvenirs, arrive on time, arrive downtown, earn miles, win time. And save money after all.