Blog is dead

Allright, I'm fed up with writing this blog, so this is the last post. Anyway, who cares right?
Thanks for the few who have taken some time to read my English and especially forgave my usual pedantic and sarcastic tone.

Paris Clem.

I'm a nerd, so what!

Please support Firefox 3 and the mozzila foundation if you want a better, cleaner, faster web. Also, more Firefox users means less web programmer developing some weird psycho split personality. Together we can spread the words of ethics and good use of the world wide web. So be part of the great download day and click on the foxy fox picture!! No seriously I'm already using the preview Release Candidate version of Firefox 3 and oh baby it rocks your mamma! It's lighter, faster and better that FFx2 which was already so much better than Internet Exploder. So please help firefox win the browsers war. Have your family download and use it, have your co workers do it, you friends, dates, your local grocery store and any person you might bump in. Go go Firefox!

-Paris Clem: a place where nerds find a warm welcome.

The Great Crow Incident

First there is a terrifying scream tearing the sky. Horror from above, the feeling of an evil presence. It's the ghost of my fears, haunting my dreams, the insufferable memory. I am referring to the great crow incident, of course. It all started back in December 2007. I was in Bozeman, Montana (USA). There I was, walking from the university campus to my apartment at the Peter Koch Tower. It was one of these cold, bitter and gloomy day. The silence of the empty block was only disturbed by the crunchiness of my footsteps in the snow. My cheeks blushing, whipped by a freezing northern wind that the Gallatin valley liked to blow on it inhabitants. Suddenly I heard what will always bring chaos in my soul. The Crow was flying, majestically, with an hypnotizing movement. Deploying all his feathers, assured, with what we could interpret as being proud. I was captivated. Then came the shit. My jacket got attacked and the casualty was definitely visible. The attack had collateral damages that I'd rather not describe because this memory is still aching me deeply. The Crow, victorious, was flying, shouting his pride. At this moment I sworn I would one day take my revenge. My honor wouldn't stay unavenged. A stream a fury went trough my body, and I admit I started running after the crow, cursing all I could in all the languages I know with a rare intensity. Dear lord, I hope no one saw me that day, in that street because that person would have been stained and shocked by the absurd scene (or could have died of laughter).

War of worlds

Today, big news, the NASA (the American space agency, not the Nodosaurus Acutally Survived Apocalypse group) has been proud to announce the landing of Phoenix (not the city) on the surface of Mars! Yes, ok, it's not the first time we send something there, so what's the deal? This time the scientists sent it to the north pole of the Red Planet in order to find some water. Well I guess there isn't just enough water on earth so we have to find some new sources. Can't you see it? They want to sell us some Martian spring water! Huge market. Billions of dollars to make, one crazy opportunity. But you've got to dig a little more and you might come to the same horrible conclusion as I did. This is a first step to human colonization of a new land and you know what happens when a new land is free for some new settling! Think of what happened when Columbus discovered the Americas... The conquistador riding their mighty caravels with a strong greed fever pushing them, attracted by the gold, THE gold. Then the war, every European country wanted their piece of new land, gold, slaves and whatever you could imagine. Of course, when everyone wants the same thing and everyone's got a gun... there is always someone crazy enough to shoot first!
Can you see the parallel now? I'm talking about our great countries and civilizations riding their spaceships for a run to the Martian spring waters. Once they get there, a bloody mess. In the end everyone manages to get a piece of it, small or big, except for one: Europe. Why? because it would be a shame for Europe to do anything crazy like trying to conquer Mars to get it's water. We usually prefer, in Europe, to buy whatever crap the rest of the world wants to sell us. So Europe will just spend its money on buying the Martian spring water. In the end we will eventually discover that this water isn't proper for human consumption when all Europeans have died in a giant mega diarrhea. Then this is the end of the world when all the other countries try to conquer the European wasteland.

Conlusion: I am nuts.