Why I Should Consider Moving to France …

… or at least why I should now double my efforts for a “Oui to naps!” campaign and petition in my workplace, if THIS actually comes to fruition:

PARIS — The French already enjoy a 35-hour work week and generous vacation. Now the health minister wants to look into whether workers should be allowed to sleep on the job.

France launched plans this week to spend $9 million this year to improve public awareness about sleeping troubles. About one in three French people suffer from them, the ministry says.
Fifty-six per cent of French complain that a poor night’s sleep has affected their job performance, according to the ministry.

“Why not a nap at work? It can’t be a taboo subject,” Health Minister Xavier Bertrand said Monday. He called for further studies and said he would promote on-the-job naps if they prove useful.

France’s state-run health insurance provider will send letters explaining the importance of good sleep. The Health Ministry’s Web site offers tips on how best to get a good night’s rest.

The ministry’s online “Passport to Sleep” recommends cutting down on coffee, tea, colas, and athletic activity after 8 p.m., shunning TV time or working late in the evening, and listening better to the body’s own sleep signals, such as yawning.

Bertrand said sleepiness causes 20 per cent to 30 per cent of highway accidents across France each year.

Okay, so forget about the rest of the story about the tips on how to get a good night’s rest …

Now, think about all the crabby or scatter-brained people you encounter on the road, or run into throughout your day, or work with …

And then picture what some of them might be like if they had a nice little nap in the middle of the day.

Hypothetically speaking: Slightly happier people … possibly fewer traffic accidents … fewer misunderstandings in general … see the logic? Who’s with me, now?

Vive les sommes, mes amis! Vive les sommes!

Childhood Flashback # 1

So, as I was updating my Facebook profile with some of my favourite books, my thoughts wandered back to some of the books I read as a kid.

And then before I knew it, I hit Google and came across this little story pictured at left.

Oh. My. God!

You really don’t understand many times A WEEK I had this book read to me when I was three or four years old. It was just your run-of-the-mill, cheapie supermarket Little Golden Book. But I’m sure I drove my mom crazy every time I wanted to read this. It’s just so cute, I had to share.

And now you have yet another piece of insight into what makes me the weirdo I am today.

You can actually read the whole book here.

Monday Props

Hey you guys,

Hope you all had a good weekend. Mine was 🙂 .

In any case – and I hope she doesn’t mind, since it’s actually on her blog now – but my friend’s husband has just finished a CD. You can read more about it, via this link here.

Enjoy the rest of your day!

Facebook = Freebase

In addition to reasons 59 and 59A as to why I’m a complete loser and have no willpower, I also now have a Facebook addiction.

I only set up my account last week. But I find myself checking my account to see who poked me, who’s written on my “wall”, oh, ALL THE TIME.

I’m afraid if someone had to monitor me as part of an experiment to see how many times I logged in a day, in addition to the average number of minutes that elapsed between logins, I’d be very, very afraid.

I’m getting the distinct feeling I’m going to be shopping around for a rehab program by the end of next week.

Or get myself into major trouble.

Hoo, boy.

Christine, You Were Right.

To my friend Christine:

Remember way way back, in our early 20s, when you used to joke that drinking coffee was a cardiovascular workout?

Well, so happens there’s a story that backs up the “coffee is healthy” argument:


And, as it happens, BBC posted this story in 2003, long before this blog was born.

So, I apologize for doubting your premonitory brilliance. I was wrong.


But I’m still not drinking the stuff.

Oscar Nominations Announced …

So the Oscar nominations were just announced a little while ago (although it took me over 14 hours to post them, but whatever) …

Here are the nominations that matter …

Best Picture: “Babel,” “The Departed,” “Letters From Iwo Jima,” “Little Miss Sunshine,” “The Queen.”

Best Actor: Leonardo DiCaprio, “Blood Diamond”; Ryan Gosling, “Half Nelson”; Peter O’Toole, “Venus”; Will Smith, “The Pursuit of Happyness”; Forest Whitaker, “The Last King of Scotland.”
Best Actress: Penelope Cruz, “Volver”; Judi Dench, “Notes on a Scandal”; Helen Mirren, “The Queen”; Meryl Streep, “The Devil Wears Prada”; Kate Winslet, “Little Children.”

Best Supporting Actor: Alan Arkin, “Little Miss Sunshine”; Jackie Earle Haley, “Little Children”; Djimon Hounsou, “Blood Diamond”; Eddie Murphy, “Dreamgirls”; Mark Wahlberg, “The Departed.”

Best Supporting Actress: Adriana Barraza, “Babel”; Cate Blanchett, “Notes on a Scandal”; Abigail Breslin, “Little Miss Sunshine”; Jennifer Hudson, “Dreamgirls”; Rinko Kikuchi, “Babel.”

Best Directing: Alejandro Gonzalez Inarritu, “Babel”; Martin Scorsese, “The Departed”; Clint Eastwood, “Letters From Iwo Jima”; Stephen Frears, “The Queen”; Paul Greengrass, “United 93.”

Best Foreign Language Film: “After the Wedding,” Denmark; “Days of Glory (Indigenes),” Algeria; “The Lives of Others,” Germany; “Pan’s Labyrinth,” Mexico; “Water,” Canada.

Best Adapted Screenplay: Sacha Baron Cohen and Anthony Hines and Peter Baynham and Dan Mazer and Todd Phillips, “Borat Cultural Learnings of America for Make Benefit Glorious Nation of Kazakhstan”; Alfonso Cuaron and Timothy J. Sexton and David Arata and Mark Fergus and Hawk Ostby, “Children of Men”; William Monahan, “The Departed”; Todd Field and Tom Perrotta, “Little Children”; Patrick Marber, “Notes on a Scandal.”

Best Original Screenplay: Guillermo Arriaga, “Babel”; Iris Yamashita and Paul Haggis, “Letters From Iwo Jima”; Michael Arndt, “Little Miss Sunshine”; Guillermo del Toro, “Pan’s Labyrinth”; Peter Morgan, “The Queen.”

Oooh man, I can’t WAIT for the office pool to start ….

Why I’m A Loser, Reason # 59

I now officially have no willpower for anything.

Okay, know how you can go to IMDb.com if you wanted to look up information on pretty much any movie or actor you want, for useless trivia, quotes, actor stats to settle bets, etc.?

Well, I pretty much used it in vain today. But see, you have to understand, I was bored

So there was this guy I met a long time ago, like twice. He was an actor. And he was fiiine. And I was smitten, and probably have been ever since. (Reason #59a why I’m a loser.)

But the one thing I’d never let myself do is a Google or IMDb search. ‘Cause that’s borderline stalker-ish and I’d have to admit to myself that I have a serious problem. One that I probably haven’t had since primary school, when I seriously loved off this one guy from third- to sixth-grade … And there was that other guy during my second-year of university …

In any case, for months, no matter how great the temptation, I said, NO. IMDb to me is like Waterloo was to Napoleon. I give in, it’s ALL over.

Today, I met my Waterloo.

I was sitting there this afternoon, waiting on a phone call, trying to focus on work-related Web-surfing, and before I knew it, I veered right off track – checking e-mail, etc.

And the The Temptation hit me full blast. It’d been niggling away at me the last day or so, and I’d mentally swat it away.

Today, I was like, oh hell, I’ll just check. It’s not like he’s done enough to be on there.

I put the dude’s name in the search engine, but I didn’t even look at it right away; afraid of what I’d see, I looked at another Web page. Finally about four minutes later, I clicked on the page, scrunched up my face and prepared myself for what I might see.

Damn. Damn, damn, damn.


His picture. (Forehead smack.)

His birthday. And pretty much everything he’s been in since I don’t know when. Plus a big, globbed-together bio.

And then I closed down the page.

Lesson learned, right? Nope. I went back. Again. Briefly. I couldn’t help it!

Sweet Shilpa Shetty. I think I officially became an IMDb stalker this afternoon. I’m so embarrassed.

This must be what they refer to as cyber-masturbation. Because while I felt kinda good doing it, I mostly squirmed in my seat at letting myself do it. And I then I felt dirty.

… Aw sheeit. I just did it again. Okay, this stops here.

Excuse me. I have to go do penance for this ridiculous, loser-ish thing I’ve done. Good night.

My 100th Post! (Or, Why I’m an iPoodle-In-Training)

So, just when I thought I had my social-networking-Web site-management problem under control …

My friend Lori goes and introduces me to Facebook.

I’m already on Friendster because of one friend, who’s NEVER on when I am. And I should’ve just said, “No. Nope. Last time I took up your offer of invite onto a social site, I never used it for months, and when I did, I discovered some 25-year-old was hitting on me.”

But, no. I couldn’t resist the power of online networking. The groups. Creating my profile … oh, the possibilities…

And here I am, about three days later, with my own Facebook profile, signed on to a network, plus three groups, “for fun”. Forget getting ANY work done in the afternoons. The temptation is too great.

At least the friends that I know on Facebook poke me when they’re online.

I like being poked.

Modified Speech: New Year, New Words?

I meant to do this earlier in the month, but I didn’t have a chance to get around to it …

The first Wednesday of January, I bought a National Post on the way to work (because they were all out of Globe and Mails) and they had this kinda neat little section which read, “What better way to start 2007 than with some new vocabulary?” And you could go to their Web site and vote on the best one, or introduce your own word.

There were about 16 of them on the front, but here are the ones I liked the most and may start using, (if I haven’t already). Don’t say I didn’t warn you.

Googley moogley: adj.
The frustration point you reach when the world’s most popular search engine can’t find what you’re are looking for.

Hangry: adj.
The state of crabbiness that sets in when you haven’t eaten.
(So far, my favourite.)

iPoodle: n.
A person who shamelessly jumps on every new technological fad.

Schadenfreudian slip: n.
Accidentally admitting that you wanted someone to fail.

Shpants: n.
Women’s dress pant that are not quite clam diggers, not quite capris but also not quite shorts.

Wussam: v.
A response to a question indicating that you were, and still are, in the same condition.

Where Do the Stupid People Go?

Call it bizarre, but I’ve had this question burning a hole in my grey matter the last couple days …

Okay, so if you believe – or were taught when you were a kid – that people “go somewhere” when they die, the common belief is (or was) that good people go to Heaven, Paradise, whatever … and bad, evil people go to Hell.

So where do the stupid people go?

No, seriously. I thought about this the other day, when news kept resurfacing of that woman in California who killed herself drinking too much water, to win a contest that was giving away a Nintendo Wii.

Think about it. She drank herself to death. For a machine. How stupid IS that?

I’m sorry if you think it’s mean-spirited or cruel of me to say so (which would probably mean I’ll be heading to hell when it’s my time) . But WHY would you DO that? NO piece of video game equipment – being offered for free, as a prize – is worth that.

And then there are things like the Darwin Awards, which document people who have killed themselves doing crazy things in the name of … who knows?

I can’t imagine the vast numbers of people who have died due to stupidity. Not due to an accident. Or being in the wrong place at the wrong time. Or getting what they deserved. Or dying unjustly. Because they did something without using ANY of their brain cells about what the end result might be.

And I can’t imagine, what these people are doing right now, wherever they may be.

I have to stop here. My head hurts right now from thinking about this.