Ceux qui me connaissent en ont surement déjà entendu parler... World of Warcraft!!!

 

Enfin je ne vais pas nerder sur le jeu en lui meme, mais je poste une adresse de vidéo classique et assez drole. Excellente pour les connaisseurs et habitués du jeu et je pense assez drole pour ceux qui ne connaissent pas...

 

Bravo à la guilde "PALS FOR LIFE"

 

http://youtube.com/watch?v=27PhJp4HyJg&search=world%20of%20warcraft

 

Enjoy

- Elle vous appelle en vous disant qu'elle se caresse en vous imaginant et gêmit dans le combiné.

- Elle vous couve du regard en se passant la langue sur les dents et les lèvres, et en vous montrant sa poitrine.

- Elle vous offre ses sous-vêtements en précisant qu'elle les a portés en pensant à vous.

- Elle laisse tomber des choses par terre devant vous et se retrouve subitement paralysée des genoux pour les ramasser.

- Elle vous déclare : "tu as été formidable la nuit dernière".

- Elle vous tend une bague en vous parlant de trucs bizarres avec "engagement", "toute la vie" et "enfants" dedans.

- Elle vous demande si vous pouvez la raccompagner chez elle.*

- Elle vous embrasse alors qu'elle se réveille nue à vos côtés.

- Elle tient absolument à vous présenter ses parents avec qui elle assure que "vous vous entendrez très bien".

- Elle vous offre son bien le plus précieux pour votre anniversaire : un disque de John Scatman qui avait appartenu à sa grand-mère.

- Elle vous dit bonjour en vous faisant un grand sourire.*

- Elle vous invite au cinéma voir un cycle sur le cinéma danois.

Note : ne pas confondre les invitations au cinéma à voir des cycles sur le cinéma danois avec les projections de films où il y a quelque chose à voir sur l'écran. Les intentions ne sont singulièrement pas les mêmes. Dans un des deux cas, elles consistent à aller au cinéma.

* Rappel : Choucrouteweb décline toute responsabilité pour tout acte de la part du lecteur qui découlerait de l'interprétation de ces signes comme témoignant infailliblement d'une attirance réciproque."

 

 

Tout ceci est rédigé par l'inénarable Choucroute et ses accolytes, oiseaux de mauvais augure. Ils ont tous le sens de la phrase c'est dingue!

 

Et en bonus je vous rajoute un petit lien qui m'a bien fait rire (bon en fait y'en a enormement qui m'ont fait rire mais j'en ai choisi un tout spécialement tellement je suis sympa, en plus il est court) : http://choucrouteweb.net/Animaux/Chocolats.html

 

Ok, my work here is done...

 

A tantôt

Alors voilà enfin les photos d'Avo en ligne!

On retiendra l'appart pour 3 habité par 5 personnes
Un lit superposé pour un couple
La cuisine de William (Saurin) trop bonne... et sa magnifique tartiflette!!!! (20 minutes pour finir le plat, 6 heures pour digerer, mais quel bonheur)
La neige bonne en debut de semaine et geniale en fin de semaine
Le Choucas!!!!!! et son odeur de vomi qui vient (c'est dur a croire mais c'est vrai) de leur liquide de nettoyage! et ses DVD du Pink
Le concours de Tak Paf ou l'on a accroché la 2eme place, notre record battu de quelques dixiemes par une equipe de truckers... ou de rugbymen
Amelie qui fume ses clopes en solo sur le balcon (/niark vive les colocs non fumeur)
Ma (parce que je suis le seul de la chambre à l'avoir faite) journée de Freeride avec un guide pour aller chasser la poudreuse et les hors pistes non tracé pendant toute l'aprem (que du bonheur)
La bouffe qui vole dans tout l'appart (nutella, crocos, frites, bieres, ...)
Le bizkit, jeu d'alcool aux dés cruel au cours duquel il ne faut SURTOUT PAS confondre "bizkit" et "wicket" , qui n'ont rien a voir, vous en conviendrez, mais je ne sais pas pourquoi je pense a des ewoks en buvant ma vodka orange...
Votre humble serviteur qui, car il est taquin, s'amuse a faire dechausser ses amis skieurs... à peu pres tout le temps
Et Clem qui n'arrive pas a tartiner les gens de nut, a les mettre par terre et j'en passe, et qui fini toujour par terre ou dans la neige

Bref ce fut une excellente semaine malgré les 9 heures de bus pour le trajet, et le retard du retour de 4 heures... mais on nous avait prévenu que les mots d'ordre étaient "patience" et "bonne humeur" alors à partir de ce moment là...

Je vais vous parler ici de ma série de romans préférée du moment à savoir la série des Discworld écrite par Terry Pratchett, collection qui aujourd'hui s'élève à moult livres...

Le Discworld est en fait le monde sur lequel les personnages developpés par Pratchett évoluent (mon préféré étant la Mort, accompagné de Death of Rats, et qui se prend d'envie de faire le Hogfather, sorte de Pere Noel de la Hogswatchnight), c est un disque (donc il tourne et l'eau coule aux extrémités) soutenu par 4 éléphants (Berilia, Tubul, Great T'Phon et Jerakeen) qui reposent eux memes sur The Great A'tuin la grande Tortue qui vogue dans l'espace... En son milieu, il y a The Hub, la montagne immense (10 miles high) au sommet de laquelle vivent tous les dieux (bien trop nombreux) qui jouent a des jeux avec l'humanité.

Le style est plutot... heroic-fanyasy mais humoristique... en tout cas c'est hillarant et je m'en vais savourer avec vous quelques quotes:

-"Luck is my middle name... Mind you, my first name is Bad" Rincewind

-It could be worse, said Rincewind, still staring at the two calcinated corpses.
-How's that?
-It could be us...

And whoever had done these carvings on the wall, Twoflower thought charitably, had probably been drinking too much. For years.

It had to be Death, no-one else went around with empty eye sockets and, of course, The scythe over one shoulder was another clue.
Death, insofar as it was possible in a face with no movable features, looked surprised.
-RINCEWIND? Death said, in tones as deep and heavy as the slamming of leaden doors, far underground.
-Um? said Rincewind trying to back away from that eyeless stare.
-BUT WHY ARE YOU HERE? (Boom, boom went crypt lids, in the worm-haunted fastness under old mountains...)
-Um, why not? said Rincewind. Anyway, I'm sure you've got lots to do, so if you'll just...
-I WAS SURPRISED THAT YOU JOSTLED ME FOR I HAVE AN APPOINTMENT WITH THEE THIS VERY NIGHT
-Oh no, not...
-OF COURSE, WHAT'S SO BLOODY VEXING ABOUT THE WHOLE BUSINESS IS THAT I WAS EXPECTING TO MEET THEE IN PSEUDOPOLIS.
-But that's 5000 miles away!
-YOU DON'T HAVE TO TELL ME, THE WHOLE SYSTEM'S GOT SCREWED UP AGAIN, I CAN SEE THAT. LOOK THERE'S NO CHANCE YOU... ?
-Not a chance.
-I COULD LEND YOU A FAST HORSE.
-No!
-IT WON'T HURT A BIT...
-No!
-SOD YOU THEN

Il y a 64 signes du Zodiac sur le Disque dont: Wezen the Double-Headed Kangaroo, Gahoolie the Vase of Tulips, Okjock the Salesman, The Celestial Parsnip, The Perhaps Gate, The Cow of Heaven, The Small Boring Group of Faint Stars, The Flying Moose, The Knotted String, ...

(Now dead, Ipslore who broke the Wizard's rule of not having a child, was cursing mankind)
-NO, NOTHING IS FINAL. NOTHING IS ABSOLUTE. SUCH TINKERING WITH DESTINY COULD MEAN THE DOWNFALL OF THE WORLD. THERE MUST BE A CHANCE, HOWEVER SMALL. THE LAWYERS OF FATE DEMAND A LOOPHOLE IN EVERY PROPHECY.
-I must give them a chance?
-YES
-Then they shall have their chance, he said, when Hell freezes over.
-NO, I AM NOT ALLOWED TO ENLIGHTEN YOU, EVEN BY DEFAULT ABOUT CURRENT TEMPERATURES IN THE NEXT WORLD.
-Then, Ipslore hesitated, they shall have their chance when my son throws his staff away
-NO WIZARD WOULD THROW HIS STAFF AWAY, THE BOND IS TOO GREAT
-Yet, it is possible, you must agree
Death appeared to be considering this. Must was not a word he was accustomed to hearing, but he seemed to concede the point.
-AGREED, He said
-Is it a small enough chance for you?
-SUFFICIENTLY MOLECULAR
-I don't regret it you know. I would do it all again. Children are our hope for the future.
-THERE IS NO HOPE FOR THE FUTURE, said Death
-What does it contains, then?
-ME
-Besides you, I mean!
Death gave him a puzzled look, I'M SORRY?
-I meant, said Ipsilore, bitterly, what is there in this world that makes living worth while?
Death thought about it.
-CATS, He said eventually, CATS ARE NICE
-Curse you!!!
-MANY HAVE...

The vermine is a small black and white relative of the lemming, found in the cold Hublandish regions. Its skin is rare and highly valued, especially by the vermine itself; the selfish little bastard will do anything rather than let go of it

-Today the city, tomorrow the world! said someone at the back of the crowd.
Carding nodded.
-Tomorrow the world, and... he calculated quickly... on Friday the universe!
That leaves the weekend free, thought Spelter

-They say, I mean, everything you touch turns into gold for goodness sake. said Rincewind
-That could make going to the lavatory a bit tricky, said Conina brightly, Sorry...

After a while, a tall saturnine figure appeared from behind the pavilion. He had the look of someone who could think his way through a corkscrew without bending, and a certain something about the eyes which would have made the average rabid rodent tiptoe away, discouraged.
That man, you would have said, has got Grand Vizier written all over him. No-one can tell him anything about defrauding widows and imprisoning impressionable young men in alleged jewel caves. When it comes to dirty work, he probably wrote the book or, more probably, stole it from someone else.
He wore a turban with a pointy hat sticking out of it. He had a long thin moustache, of course.
-Ah, Abrim, my Grand Vizier, said Creosote
... Thought so ... said Rincewind to himself

-And we're not scared of a few old magical books, are we, lads? He glowered at the smallest wizard. You're not, are you? he added sharply.
-Me? No. Of course not. They're just paper, like he said, said the wizard quickly.
-Well then...
-There's 90 000 of them, mind, said another wizard.
-I've always heard there's no end to 'em, said another. It's all down to dimensions, I heard, like what we see is only the tip of the whatever, you know, the thing that is mostly underwater...
-Hippopotamus?
-Alligator?
-Ocean?
-Look, shut up, all of you!

-... the Apocalypse is nigh.
-Death walks abroad, added Nijel helpfully
-What? snapped Rincewind, angry at being interrupted.
-I said, Death walks abroad, said Nijel
-Abroad I don't mind, said Rincewind. They're all foreigners. It's Death  walking around here I'm not looking forward to.
-It's only a metaphor, said Conina
-That's all you know. I've met him
-What did he look like? said Nijel
-Put it like this...
-Yes?
-... He didn't need a hairdresser

-If we get a chance, whispered Rincewind to Nijel, we run, right?
-Where to?
-From, said Rincewind, The important word is from
-I don't trust this man, said Nijel, I try not to judge from first impressions, but I definitely think he's up to no good.
-He had you thrown in a snake pit
-Perhaps I should have taken the hint

At sometime in the recent past, someone had decided to brighten the ancient corridors of the University by painting them, having some vague notion that Learning Should Be Fun. It hadn't worked. It's a fact known throughout the universes that no matter how carefully the colours are chosen, institutional décor ends up as either vomit green, unmentional brown, nicotine yellow or surgical appliance pink. By some little-understood process of sympathetic resonance, corridors painted in those colours always smell slightly of boiled cabbage... even if no cabbage is ever cooked in the vicinity.

-Is it a dagger I see before me? mumbled the King
-Um,. No my lord. It's my handkerchief you see. You can sort of tell the difference if you look closely. It doesn't have as many sharp edges.
-Good fool, said the King vaguely

Presently he began to write.
All the Disc is but an Theater, he wrote, Ane alle men and wymen are but Players. He made the mistake of pausing, and another inspiration settled down, sending his train of thought off along an entirely new track.
He looked at what he had written and added; Except Those who selle popcorn.

(Arguing with Thieves from the Thieves Guild)
-How much has he got then?
-There must be 100 silver dollars in here, moaned Boggis, waving a purse. I mean, that's not my league. That's not my class. I can't handle that sort of money. You've got to be in the Guild of Lawyers or something to steal that much. It's way over my quota, is that...

-It was that bloody wooden cow or whatever, said Xeno. They've never forgiven us for it.
-If we don't attack them, they'll attack us first, said Ibid
-S'right, said Xeno. So we'd better retaliate before they have a chance to strike!
-On the other hand, said Ibid, war makes it very difficult to think straight.
-There is that, Xeno agreed. Especially for dead people.

-All right you all, one false move and you're... Geography! Nope, not that, he thought to himself.

Mrs Colon worked all day and Sergent Colon worked all night. They communicated by means of notes. He got her tea ready before he left at night, she left his breakfast nice and hot in the oven in the mornings. They had three grown-up children, all born, Vimes had assumed, as a result of extremely persuasive handwriting.

He couldn't help remembering how much he'd wanted a puppy when he was a little boy. Mind you, they'd been starving... anything with meat on it would have done.

-One false move and you're... you're... He took a desperate stab at it... You're Home Economics!

(Explaining popcorn)
-You can eat it, he mumbled apologetically. If you put butter and salt on it, it tastes like salty butter!

(Speaking of the Dean, a really fat wizard)
-A few 20 miles runs and the Dean'd be a different man, said the Archchancellor
-Well, yes, said the Bursar. He'd be dead.
-He'd be healthy
-Yes, but still dead