:: planetoïd ::

THIRTY FUCKING ONE.

gosh. this weekend was the climax of some serious event, and this ain't what i talk about.
running amok from their respectives homeplaces, a whole bunch of sick and perverses minds came in our quiet town of Besancon this weekend, for drinking, drinking, drinking, spending time all together, drinking, drinking, and having fun while celebrating Matthieu and I's birthdays. along many others were some of the infamous people i'ven't met "in the real life", some dirty prankers a la Ceransky, Oslonovitch, as for the soon-to-be-recognized Namrepus, a nice guy who do some kind of huge children fantasy comics stuff, or Gilles from the not-enough acclaimed website devoted to the french comics scene, BDNews.



If Matthieu and the others just broke my ears by singing real shit (alcoholic flavour included), the whole bunch of geeks offers me some stupid gifts, some nice comics, and, hhhmmmm, a great DVD player (mp3 and all...), which is nothing but huge. you know i'm glad ? because i'm glad. i'm glad-come on (glad glad really, really glad) you know i'm glad, i'm glad, you know it... hum. sorry.
for those of the bulledair people who spend some time around here, one word : thanks, really. 8)

so i'm 31 years old. and i'm sick, some kind of bad bad bad cold (yeah, once again). head ache, feeling tired, nose like an organic tap, and, holy fuck, i'm working, probably too much for the lazy sick old man i became... 8/
at least i got my flat, but spending all my time in the bookshop (xmas time = extra working time, coooool) (hurra xmas, hurra catholicism, hurra ultraliberalism) doesn't help too feel "home"... well, january, i think, will help. anyway.

i'm selling comics. that's something i wanted to do nearly all my life. and 1 month after the very start, im' feeling depressed as shit, seing how big the lack of curiosity of the people, of the consumers, is.
they're 25 years old and they come to buy some old nostalgic stuff, forgetting that contemporary shit could seduce em, refusing to check the nowadys stuff. in fact, people in comics land are probably, on a proportional level, the same non-curious that in music-land. they buy 80's shit ? we got the same here. holy fuck. did i talk about how middle-class Dijon smells ? give it up. 8)

next time i'll talk about the only music i'm able to listen nowadays, which is jazz, a la Dolphy or Kirk, maestros in their areas.
don't ask me about what's hot into today's hip hop, i'm fuckin totally lost. lack of time. serious. no doubt about the fact that some headz are doing some real big shit, but i'm too fuckin tired to be that aware of what's great... soon, SLSK. 8)
i'll talk also of our comics project that turns pretty good (slowly, for sure), thanks to the many artists involved at this very day. more soon.
does it sounds already heard ?

hmmmm....