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By gzt (Thu Jul 24, 2008 at 12:19:17 PM EST) gzt, friggin' intense (all tags)
So the other day, I was sitting on the porch, eating some cheese, drinking some Festina Pêche. For some reason I always get the words for "fish", "peach", and "sin" mixed up in French. The latter two are comprehensible, but the first is a bit odd. Must be some Romantic confusion going on.


It was cool, in the seventies. The cheese was some soft French white cheese, 70% cream is all I remember from the label, it was too firm to spread but not a hard cheese. We finished it off. The beer was decent, but not ideal. After sunset, I went home. I was in bed by 11:10 after a quick game of Scrabulous against the computer opponent and woke up at 5:20, shook off my plans, and stayed in bed until 8:04.

Showed the PLEASE stop being so passive-aggressive cartoon around the office. Everybody loves it. It expresses everything about everything. I might write that on our whiteboard.

I was looking at the binder presenting the results of the survey. The consultant did some bizarre graph that looks like it explains something, but doesn't, and the executive who was given the binder wrote, "STUNNING IN CLARITY," but the project lead she handed off the notebook to wrote a note in the margins pointing to that note saying, "Huh?" I agree with her. I mean, it looks stunning in clarity until you actual think about what it's saying, and it's basically saying that Macintosh apples are a lot like Granny Smith apples when compared to blood oranges and mandarin oranges. No shit.

I need to figure out a way to make taking these courses work. I want to take a certain statistics course. Possible "spanners in the works": that I might leave my job before the end of the year and the new one wouldn't pay for the expensive course or accomodate attendance, that I might leave my job and thus leave the city, that it would be too much time out of the day and not be feasible. It really would take a lot out the day, and I could manage to get the 40 hours in by working around it, but I don't know whether it would really be worth it. If I could work from home, of course, it would be feasible. If I took a weaker version of that course, it would be more feasible because of the time of day. Still doesn't solve the problem of job abandonment, though. Bah.

Meeting of death tomorrow: a problem with a solution that will be very very easy to solve with only minor logistical difficulties if we can get all the parties involved to understand what is at stake. That part, the real problem, will be terrible because these are not the brightest cookies and I will be explaining this over the phone - it would be best to draw a diagram. Oh well. NOT MY PROBLEM, NOT MY PROJECT.

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Odd by me0w (2.00 / 0) #1 Thu Jul 24, 2008 at 12:33:00 PM EST
Yes ... poisson is not even close to pêche or péché.

Although it does make for interesting euphemisms.


"There's really only one sexually related thing I'm good at: Producing incredibly volumous amounts of spooge on a regular basis." - ni


Italian, I think, fuddles it by gzt (2.00 / 0) #2 Thu Jul 24, 2008 at 12:39:33 PM EST
pesce. Hence, Romantic confusion.

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closer than it appears by Merekat (2.00 / 0) #3 Thu Jul 24, 2008 at 01:15:20 PM EST
Fishing is pêche.

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That, too. by gzt (2.00 / 0) #4 Thu Jul 24, 2008 at 01:48:47 PM EST
And fisherman is pêcheur. Get that confused with "sinner" (pécheur) sometimes, especially when reading the Gospels in French because they talk about both.

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