Smiling is Infectious

Smiling is infectious, you catch it like the flu,
When someone smiled at me today I started smiling too.

I passed around the corner and someone saw my grin
when he smiled I realised I’d passed it on to him.

So, if you feel a smile begin, don’t leave it undetected.
Let’s start an epidemic quick, and get the world infected!

I thought about that smile, then realised its worth
a single smile, just like mine could travel round the earth.

(Spike Milligan)

Etre Belge

Être Belge, c’est un doux surréalisme, aux saveurs de croquettes aux crevettes, de moules-frites, de gauff’ de Liège en dégustant le meilleur chocolat et les meilleures bières au monde. Et pétiller au chant d’Éole en compagnie de Ruffus.

Être Belge c’est se sentir Magritte en costume de Tintin ou de Spirou. Contempler Rubens, Van Dijk ou Brueghel sur un air de Sax(o). Entrer dans une gare de Delvaux en compagnie du chat de Geluck, de la mouette de Lagaffe ou des Schtroumpfs.

Contempler la taille du Manneken et compter les boules de l’Atomium en lisant Van Cauwelaert, Nothomb ou Yourcenar.

C’est se rappeler que Tintin a été le premier à marcher sur la lune… et frimousser en pensant à Dirk Frimout, notre astronaute, exemplaire vivant du professeur Tournesol.

Être Belge, c’est piloter comme Ickx, cycler comme Merckx. C’est un smash de Hénin, une volée de Clijsters ou un ace de Goffin.

C’est chanter Brel, Adamo ou le Grand Jojo avec un chapeau d’Elvis Pompilio sur la tête d’Annie Cordy.

 C’est fredonner Stromae, Maurane, Lara Fabian, Selah Sue, Alice on the Roof ou Axelle Red.

Être Belge, c’est Poelvoorder avec Arno, Bernard Yerlès, Patrick Ridremont et François Damiens, sur un air de Toots Thielemans en sublimant Efira ou Marie Gillain…

C’est la pipe de Simenon – qui en est bien une – et le génie jeudemotesque de De Groodt, digne fils spirituel de Devos. C’est s’appeler De France quand on se prénomme Cécile.

Être Belge, c’est être fier sans trop s’y croire…

Computer gender

One puzzled student asked, “What gender is a computer?” The teacher thought it would be a good exercise to have the students decide what they thought the gender should be. So she split the class into two groups appropriately enough, by gender and asked them to decide whether “computer” should be a masculine or a feminine noun.

The men’s group decided that computer should definitely be of
the feminine gender (“la computer”), because:  

  1. No one but their creator understands their internal logic.  
  2. The native language they use to communicate with other computers is incomprehensible to everyone else.  
  3. Even the smallest mistakes are stored in long term memory for possible later review.   
  4. As soon as you make a commitment to one, you constantly find yourself spending more money on accessories for it.

The women’s group, however, concluded that computers should be masculine “le computer”) because:

  1. In order to do anything with them, you have to turn them on.
  2. They have a lot of data but still can’t think for themselves.
  3. They are supposed to help you solve problems, but half the time they ARE the problem.
  4. As soon as you commit to one, you realize that if you had waited a little longer you could have gotten a better model!

Computer History

The oldest computer can apparently be traced back to the time of Adam and Eve.

It was an Apple.

But with extremely limited memory.

Just 1 bite.

Then everything crashed.