This was my commute this morning. The "Macmaniaques" have arrived. This week is the Apple Expo and it's all happening right next door to my office. I have 3 more days of sardine train rides ahead of me. Oh the joy...
*edit* Just did a little investigation on the whereabouts of the Apple Expo and found that it's at Porte de Versailles this year, not Parc des Exposition as it was last year. So, why did I see the woman sitting catty-corner from me (pictured) holding an Apple Expo ticket in her hand. Talk about getting lost! Yikes. So, who are all these people on the train today?
While browsing the DVD shop located in the movie theater at the MK2 Bibliotheque movie theater I ran across these two little finds. First, the first French film I ever saw: A bout de souffle by Goddard. At the time, I spoke not a word of French. I was marked by this film. It intrigued me and made me wonder about the French and their allure and style. I wanted to be Jean Seberg in this movie. I even went as far as to cut my hair like Jean. Now, I own this film and am about to pop it in and enjoy if for the first time sans sous-titres.
And, I couldn't resist when I saw the complete first season of The OC, on sale, of course. Now, let's see what all this hype is about.
**edit** Just watched the first 4 episodes of The OC w/ J. I am enjoying it. Not in love...yet. J on the other hand, LOVES IT! I had stop after the 4th episode due to fatigue and with a work day emminent I've decided to go to bed while J pouts because he wants to keep watching The OC. I think he sees a lot of himself in Seth. I'm actaully intrigued to why he loves The OC so much... He also has learned the opening song by heart and now runs around the apartement singing "Califooooooorniaaaaaaaa!". It's very cute, for now.
Recently I was asked to do a small benchmark of camera phones and their quality to take photos. I decided that I would be a perfect subject for these pictures. :) After taking these photos I realized: I NEED BANGS. The distance from the top of my forehead, my eyes to my lips and then to my chin IS NOT PROPORTIONATE!
How the hell did this happen?!
The Champs Elysees transformed into a track & field arena.
A friend of mine has asked... so, here's a quick glimps at what's on my table until my next psycho cleaning spree...
Now it's your turn...