Monday, August 08, 2005 :::
 

Un clip funky de fou.

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Saturday, August 06, 2005 :::
 

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Thursday, August 04, 2005 :::
 

Viens, Dragon !
Fais brûler mes Edens patiemment cultivés

Tu m’as déjà mordu si fort que j’ai gardé le goût du sang
Dès lors je m’avère impuissant
A t’oublier

Tes sourires sont morsures
Les cicatrices et les brûlures
M’empêchent d’aimer

Pour nous
Le feu c’est la vie
Souffrir c’est la vie
L’enfer est un paradis


A.C.

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Wednesday, August 03, 2005 :::
 

Odin! ODIN! OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOODIN!!!!!


"C'est moi" (c'est lui)

In northern Europe, the heaven-sent bringer of the booze was the god Odin. More than willing to suffer for his art, Odin sacrificed an eye for wisdom, and hung himself on a tree for nine days and nights to come up with the Runes. The runes were an early form of written communication, but also powerful magical symbols.


"Merde à celui qui le lit", écrit en runique par Odin lui-même.

After he got the magic tricks and wordy stuff out of the way (probably after boring the hell out of the natives) he got around to bringing them something they could sink their tongues into: mead, an alcoholic beverage made from honey.


Et ben voilà quelque chose d'utile.

Now, if you’ve ever tasted real mead before, you have to know these savages must have really wanted to get liquored. These early Vikings felt that hitting the mead brought them closer to their gods, and would regularly drink to gain Odin’s blessing before battles, as well as to heighten their fearlessness. Something that would later be called Dutch Courage. Oftentimes the berserkers, the Viking version of the kamikaze (only with axes instead of airplanes) were not the bravest and most suicidal, but the most loaded.


Puisque je vous dis qu'on ne sert plus après 2h!

Unfortunately, the practice of boozing before battle sometimes led to less than favorable results—on the eve of one key battle the Vikings decided they wanted to be really sure they had Odin’s blessing and the next morning had such horrible hangovers their enemies were able to demoralize them by rattling their swords against their shields. The whole lot were then promptly massacred (if you’ve ever experienced a mead hangover, you’ll know they were probably grateful.)


Après cet épisode, Odin décida de commercialiser sa propre marque de bière sans alcool.

Labels: Joie de vivre

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