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Cake day: August 25th, 2025

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  • There were cars parked in no parking zones, including ramps, walkways, and fire lanes. There were cars parked on sidewalks. There were cars parked on the grass past the sidewalks. I could barely navigate the parking lot on foot. I have no idea how I’d do so in a wheelchair.

    When I lived in France some 20+ years ago, I had a friend who was blind. He lived right downtown, and (at least at the time) the French tend to park wherever in busy cities and don’t give two shits. So he would regularly walk on the sidewalk, and his dog would stop because there was a car parked right there on the sidewalk, blocking most of it.

    He had lived there all his life, so he knew perfectly well how to navigate around cars parked on the sidewalk. But he always made a point of stumbling clumsily around the car, feigning to be extremely inconvenienced and trying desperately to find how to pass the obstruction, hitting the paint job as hard as he could with his cane as if he was quite lost and distressed. Then, after having given the car a good walloping, he would stop, sit on the hood and call the police to have the car towed.

    He figured even if the car’s owner was around, they were at fault and they wouldn’t dare do anything to a blind man hitting their poorly parked car. And indeed, a few times he had a run-in with the owner. But while they screamed and shouted, they always stopped shot of getting physical. And passersby further ensured they wouldn’t dare.











  • Here’s the story of the house we bought last year - which took us 6 years to find.

    My wife and I had been looking for a nice house in our area. We moved here just before the pandemic and we knew the prices around here, and they were within our reach at the time.

    Then the pandemic happened, house prices went through the roof and never went down.

    On top of that, our village in particular tends to be gentrifying at supersonic speed: this used to be an isolated village, but the big city nearby is expanding, so now it’s turned into a fashionable place to live that’s not too far from the city: the lake is now managed, so it’s not a putrid mosquito-invested swamp anymore, we have two supermarkets, solid bus service… Wealthy folks buy old houses here, tear them down and build new, super-expensive mansions on top of what is now prime land.

    Before the pandemic, houses here were still affordable(-ish). Nowadays, it’s minimum 3x as much for the cheapest old house (to destroy and rebuild anew, remember!), which are getting rare, and new ones are running into half-million territory.

    So we had been watching for houses in the area like hawks on the various local realty sites for 6 years, not holding much hope for this village, but still including it in our search, because why not.

    And one day, this house turned up at a surprisingly low price - the one we’re in now. Long story short: it was so poorly advertised by the realtor that nobody bid on it. But I knew it because I had seen it before while riding my bike in that street, so we bid immediately and we scored it.

    It’s one of the last old houses, but it’s in perfect condition for its age, because the previous owner was in the construction industry and built it to the most modern standards of the time. And it’s located in one of the most highly sought-after streets in the village, with direct access to the lake, gobs of land, and located 200 yards from the stores and the bus stop.

    Our house is insanely great and we got it for cheaper than pre-pandemic prices!

    Why you ask? How does something this lucky happens?

    Because the previous owner, a nice little old lady, sold it for cheap because she got tired of her children bickering over who would inherit it after she dies, how much profit they would make if they sold it, and trying to move their mom to a retirement home so one of them could move in early, or convince her to sell it now so they wouldn’t pay the tax on property inheritance.

    The lady literally told them “Fuck the whole lot of you!” She put the house up for sale at bargain-basement price in order to sell it and move out as quickly as possible, so none of her kids would get anything at all after she’s dead.

    And that’s how we got to live in this increasingly posh neighborhood without really having the kind of money to belong here 🙂




  • Right wingers sounding like old leftists

    That’s because the political spectrum is not a line, it’s a circle, and the crazy extremes - left and right - meet to close the circle.

    That’s why you often find extreme right folks suddenly flipping extreme left and vice-versa, but more rarely - or more slowly - centrists going extreme-something. That’s also why all extreme regimes in the world, left and right alike, without any exception, have killed their opponents, built secret police forces and deported people. And they all call themselves something-something-of-the-people. Because they’re the same thing.