It's a Cat…astrophy!

I imagine there is a contest to judge which cat is the ugliest in the world. (After all, there's such contest for dogs…) In my opinion, the cat on the picture on the left would be given the first prize! THAT is an ugly cat. My grandmother's cat, Bouboule, is a wicked piece of meat, but this cat being washed is like the Holy Grail of ugly cats…

PS. I haven't got a cat. (Encore heureux !)

The Lost Room

I started watching this series called The Lost Room starring Peter Krause from the great Six Feet Under, being broadcast now on BeTV. And, as a sci-fi freak, I can say that it's really awesome. Here's the teaser, but I think you won't understand anything. I suggest you read the Wikipedia page or that you surf on the official website. Enjoy.

Yoda Sings

I had a good laugh watching this, and I hope you will, too.

Shame on Him! Quater: Vincent Reuter

Vincent Reuter is the deputy administrator (if my translation of "administrateur délégué" is correct) of the Union wallonne des entreprises. We could assume that he ought to be an intelligent man. We were wrong: he's got a combover, as shown on this picture…

Pride and Prejudice

I think you're gonna like this sketch from the first series of Little Britain, by and with Matt Lucas and David Williams.



PS. I've got plenty of other Andy and Lou sketches on my page on YouTube.

Shame on Him! Ter: Valéry Giscard d'Estaing

Valéry Giscard d'Estaing is a former French president. We can thus assume that he's a wise and intelligent man. But he wasn't looking like an intelligent man when he was wearing this ugly combover in the 1960s and 1970s. I've always known him bald, but I found pictures on which he appears just like you can see him on the left. Now, he's almost completely bald (of course he is: he's 81!).

Goblin Bowling Team: One of My Favourite Illustrations Ever

The other day, I was telling you about my afternoon at a bowling alley. I found a perfect illustration that depicts the moment perfectly. Check out this card:


It's a brilliant piece of artwork painted by the talented Pete Venters, one of my favourite illustrators of Magic—The Gathering. This card is part of an expansion (Unglued) that makes fun of the game. Hence the silliness of goblins playing bowling…

Shame on Him! Bis repetita: Laurent Fabius

Laurent Fabius is a famous socialist politician. He's quite intelligent, as we can assume from a former Prime Minister, but also according to his whole career. But he's got a combover, that's why he looks like a pillock after all.

New Packaging

I hear that the famous "Cat's Tongues" in chocolate produced by Galler, with Philippe Geluck's Le Chat changed their packagings, as you can see on the pictures. I haven't seen any of them in the shops. But that's maybe because I didn't pay attention to it.

Indy Is Back!

Back ten years ago, I could read in Lucasfilm Magazine issue n°11 that the film Indiana Jones IV would soon be shot and released in 1999, before Star Wars – Episode I: The Phantom Menace is released.

I waited. We waited. I mean all fans in the wide world. We have been waiting for years… It wasn't released in 1999, nor in 2000, nor… up to now. There were problems of production, but also a problem of script: both George Lucas and Steven Spielberg had to agree on the screenplay. We waited. They eventually agreed on a script. And now it's official: Indiana Jones IV (we don't know the official title yet) is currently being shot in Connecticut and Hawaii, and will be released on Memorial Day 2008!!!

Meanwhile, you can watch some offical videos on the Indiana Jones website. I hope you enjoy.

PS. Comment if you are a fan too!

The Simpsons On Google…

Darth Vader Attacks…?

No, it's just a balloon. It was made by fans from Belgium. They're the only ones to have built such a balloon, because they were the first to ask Lucasfilm Ltd.'s permission.

Shame on Him! Michel Scheuer, Rector of Namur University

The Rector of our University, father Michel Scheuer, s.j., is an intelligent man. Well, he surely is, because he's a professor, which means he has a PhD. If he is as intelligent as his academic qualifications tell us, why does he have a ridiculous combover?

I know the picture doesn't show it particularily well, but maybe the photographer didn't want him to look like a pillock. I saw the Rector several times this year, and each time, I couldn't help but looking at his combover — you know it's my obsession. The fact is that I wonder why he combs his hair like that: other men do it to hide their baldness, probably to look more attractive (!). And by "attractive", I mean "attractive for women". BUT Michel Scheuer is a jesuit father, which means he musn't seduce women… Conclusion: why does he have such a hairstyle? Please comment on that observation: "I feel so helpless" (said C3PO in Star Wars – Episode III: Revenge of the Sith).

No Man's Land

We had decided to go on a trip to Baarle-Hertog, a very peculiar Belgian village in the Netherlands… We were going there because we had planned to go to an American cars gathering in Antwerp.



Here, my parents are one foot on the Belgian ground, and the other on the Dutch territory. If you wonder why they're laughing, that's because my brother — who was also on both lands simultaneously but behind me — just said: "J'ai une couille aux Pays-Bas et une en Belgique". What a silly ass!

We walked in the village, crossing the borderline several times. We even didn't know in which land we were walking… We could only guess by keeping an eye on road signs: Belgian ones are quite different from Dutch ones. After this relatively short walk in this peculiar village, we headed for the car, and drove to Antwerp.

Half an hour later, we arrived in the east suburds of the city. We wanted to go to the Cokerillkaai (Cockerill Quay), more to the west. We had to drive through the city. What a bad idea: today is Saturday, the day Flemish people go shopping around. There was a long traffic jam, mostly due to overnumerous traffic lights. But in the end, we arrived in the neighbourhood of our destination: a gathering of American cars.

Only my brother and I bought a ticket: it cost 16 € for both of us; my parents didn't feel like going there, they'd better walk instead. We walked on the quays where 300 to 400 American cars were parked, mostly coming from Belgium and the Netherlands, but also from Germany, France and Luxemburg.

The most popular car among owners seemed to be the Chevrolet Corvette, from the first model from the 1950s (the "Sting Ray") to the most recent one. There were cabrios, vans, coupés, trucks, ambulances, police cars, taxis, limos and other American stuff you coudn't even imagine (even a couple of funeral cars with a coffin inside them…). Everything. Everything but what we were coming for: not a single DeLorean!! Oh no! Last year, ten DeLoreans had gathered on the occasion of this American cars festival. But after all, maybe they'd come tomorrow… Oh no!

We were a bit disappointed, but it let us more time to look at vehicules that we don't usually see on the roads. We took a look on various cars, among which a brand-new Ford GT, attracting lots of people, but also that car which looked so amazingly like that of the character of Roy Neary (played by Richard Dreyfuss) in Close Encounters of the Third Kind by Spielberg. It even had a licence plate from Wyoming on the front bumper, even though it had a Belgian oldtimer plate at the back.

To conclude, I won't say much about the public: people trying to live in the American way. I mean the redneck way of life…

"License to Kill" … No, wait, it's a "Driving Licence"!

Today was a big day: I had to take my driving licence.

Two years ago, on 10 August 2005, I took and passed my theoretical exam. Last year, I took driving lessons at a driving school: about 20 hours spent driving on roads in my region, from Aubel to Herve to Eupen to Welkenraedt to Verviers, etc. In the state of things back then, I knew I'd havve to take my practical exam in Eupen, a city which is "known" (I mean for those who live in the area) for the high rate of the so-called "zones 30", i.e. roads on which speed limit is 30 km/h, due to the presence of a school. The fact is that there are a lot of schools in Eupen, and don't ask me why. Besides, roads are rather smallish and other stuff I shall not describe now.

I thought my exam was going to be taken in Eupen, but the fact is that when my mother called the examination centre they told her that there wasn't any spot left for me before October. As I (or rather "she") didn't want to wait until this month, she opted for something else: I had the possibility to take my exam in Namur, because their examinators have a less busy schedule, which meant I could take my driving exam in August. On 17 August. Today.

So I had to get up at 5.45. I had only slept three hours that night: I went to bed at midnight (sooner than usual during holidays) but I couldn't sleep, for it was too hot in my room and I was getting nervous. I had breakfast, then I left home with my dad next to me in our Ford Fiesta. We took the freeway to Namur: it took us a little bit more than an hour to reach the exit Namur Ouest (110 km from home), and then we headed for Belgrade, where the examination centre lay.

My exam was to take place at 7.45 am. After I gave my ID and temporary driving licence to my examinator, and paid 36 €, the exam started. (I had decided to take it with our car, not a driving school one, for I know the car better.) First, I had to show the guy how the lights work, how to adjust my seat and the different mirrors, and a few other things. About ten minutes later, we left the examination center to make a ride in the city.

My father was sitting next to me, and the examinator at the back, on the right side. We went from Belgrade to Namur and back to Belgrade, using broad and narrow roads alike. In one of them, I had to park behind a car. It wasn't difficult at all: traffic wasn't heavy in this street, and I parked just like I was meant to do. In another street, I had to stop and make as less movements in order to go back to the other direction. With no cars coming from both directions, I did it without any trouble. A dozen of minutes later, we were back at the examination centre.

The examinator said I passed. What a relief! He gave me a couple of official papers, thanks to which I'll get my official driving licence next Monday…

I'm glad I succeeded, but my mother was even more cheerful than I was. Don't ask me why.

Bowling

Unlike me, my brother Robin sees his friends from time to time and they meet at the "Taverne de Herve" to have a drink. This time, they decided to go to the bowling alley in order to play, well, tenpin bowling. (Yeah, I checked out my dictionary.) The bowling alley being located in Fléron, 20 km away from home, someone had to drive him there. My parents being quite busy, I had to do that — but I was willing to: my brother said I could come if I wanted to. And I was longing for it: the last time I played bowling was two years ago.

We left home at 1.30 and went to Fléron. Normally, I wasn't allowed to drive the car with my brother in it: the Belgian driving licence system is extremely silly. The first version I had was one allowing me to drive with an adult and another passenger. The second version allowed me to drive with only one adult who was at least 26… But with that same version, I could transport 500 kilos of potatoes, or a horse in a trailer, or drive a small camper van!!! I told you the system was crazy!

At the bowling alley, we played two games… and I lost both. My average was 60 points, which was quite a disaster. Maybe because I'm forced to play with my right hand, even though I'm left handed. But that's no excuse. I paid the drinks, though: I was their guest. My brother's friends are nice guys, one of them is particularily aware of politics and of movie references — when I was his age, I hardly knew someone who was fan of The Godfather, for instance.

We also played pool (i.e. with 16 balls, unlike snooker: this one is played with 15 red balls and 6 of other colours) on an automatic table (we had to insert a one-euro coin to get the balls).

This day was great fun. I wish I did that more often.

"The Simpsons Movie" Should Be Rated "PG-16" (at least!)

I went to the cinema for the third time this year/summer. I watched "The Simpsons Movie", as I was planning since a year, when the first teaser came out. It was just a gag with the S of Superman's chest, but worn on Homer's T-shirt.



Then, other teasers and theatrical trailers were released in the cinemas and on the Internet, showing images of a film that looked great.







And great it was! Actually, it's like a regular episode, but longer (approx. 90 minutes). It allows for a broader storyline (obviously) and more visual easter eggs.

Talking about that, I got a little angry when I saw roughly 150 children entering the room, accompanied by their parents. But why? I mean, OK, that's a cartoon, and there are visual gags that would make them laugh, but The Simpsons isn't just about visual gags! There are dozens of cultural references in each episode, and that means that there were a lot more (hidden) references (or, as we call them, "Easter eggs") in a film.

That is the reason why I decided to enumerate the occurences of gags and references that little kids (say, under 12 years old) couldn't possibly understand, be they cultural, political, sociological, religious, sexual, or visual. (It means it doesn't count if I hear any childish laughter.)

For instance, do the children understand why it is funny to make of Arnold Scharzenegger the President of the United States? And first, do they know who he is???

Message to ignorants:
The answer is that there's a widespread joke that Arnie, like the late Ronald Reagan did, would become President after a successful career as an actor. Of course, it's impossible for him to be elected president: the Constitution says that you have to be born on American ground—and Arnie was born in Austria. Nevertheless, in Demolition Man (a film with Sylvester Stalone), Arnold Schwarzenegger is just mentioned as the 44th President of the USA, because the Senate had changed an Amendment so that he could be elected…

I also spotted many references to Star Wars (by the way, the films are known to contain loads of Easter eggs, too): it is probably the most popular story in the USA, after the Bible though. It's normal that such references occur in the movie. However, I can't see how these kids could see the allusion… (But adults and fans like me would.) I mean: Star Wars is far less popular in Europe than in America, for few children know the films. When I was in 3rd grade at secondary school, I asked all my classmates who had seen the films. Only one had. Hopeless.

Well, at the end of the movie, I had counted 98 instances of such "non-understandable-things-for-under-12s". 98. And counting: I talked about it with my mother and brother (with whom I went and see the film) and they had spotted things that I hadn't. I guess I'll have to see it once more. But maybe not at the cinema. I'll wait till I get the DVD. So that I can watch it without any pop-corn or crisps-eating kid in my sight… (That's one of this millenium's scourges, in my opinion.)

That's why I'm saying that the film should get a PG-16 rating (or its various national equivalents): let's ban children from serious movies they won't understand. My mother saw and heard children getting bored: they obviously couldn't understand this movie.

Oh, and the hell with them! They piss me off!

(Sorry for looking so unkind and "callous", but I can't help it. Perhaps the reason is that I was a reasonable kid and I never shouted silly comments at the cinema, nor did I eat crisps all the time…)

What If The Simpsons Had Magic Skills?

Tomorrow I'm gonna go and see "The Simpsons Movie" at the cinema. So I decided to show you this sketch, which was part of a "Horror Show" (the episode that's broadcast on Halloween).



Silly, wasn't it? I like it because of the monster. And other puns like: "Head Zepplin!"

Void

I'm taking a day off. You won't get more of me today.

I'll Never Go To Alabama

Jeremy Clarkson gave me a good reason not to go to this redneck state… Check it out:



Scary, isn't it?

Willem Dafoe vs. Alain Hubert

Whenever I see Alain Hubert or Willem Dafoe on the telly, I can't help but think of the other. Their face is pretty much the same. The pictures you see here don't emphasize it very much, though.




Thanks to the film American Dreamz by Paul Weisz with Dennis Quaid and Hugh Grant, we can see how Alain Hubert will look when he's 70 years old. (Note the slight combover…)

Jeremy Clarkson Is Back

It's a been a long time since my last post about Jeremy Clarkson, my idol. This time, he challenged a tank to lock onto his brand-new Range Rover…



This man is crazy, isn't he?

A Good Reason To Buy A DeLorean

You wanna know a reason to buy a DeLorean? Well, it's more convenient if you're in a parking lot where cars are close to each other…



Of course, I'd fear for my car when the other car's owner opens his own door to get in his/her car…

Combover and Mathematics

The combover isn't just an occidental hair illness. They are very common in Japan, too. Check this out…



It's amazing to see which amount of time this guy would save by simply not combing his hair every morning. Just think about this:

– It must take him at least five minutes every morning to get a haircut like that. Each year, he wastes 365 x 5 minutes, that is to say 1.825 minutes per year. 1.825 minutes = 30,4166 hours = 1,27. This man spends more than one day of a year combing his hair. But wait.
– Given that:

• a man usually starts having a combover when he's 35 — an age at which significant loss of hair has already occurred, urging the need for covering bald flesh on the skull
• the male life expectancy is around 75 years old

we can assume that this man will be combing-over during 40 years, It means that this man will spend 73.000 minutes combing his hair. 73.000 minutes = 50,7 days!!! This is a complete loss of productivity to obtain a disgusting — but funny — haircut.

And that's a minimum. For instance, there are more complex combovers (and I'm not even talking about the Trump style) which take about 10 minutes to be "built".

I know it's a considerable loss of time for bald men (and not just foolish old men: I coud name several intellectuals wearing a combover), but "normal" men and women also waste time combing their hair in various ways every morning. And not to mention shaving, make-up, etc.

I guess you wonder why I'm always making so much fuss talking about hair and so on. Maybe because I don't let mine grow more than 1 centimeter high. I've never combed my hair. Never. And I probably won't. (I don't waste time on that! I just need my father to cut my hair once a month; it takes me only 5 minutes) I don't know why. I like it the way it is, and I don't want it to change. I can take a great advantage of this rather silly situation. I mean that later, I won't look like an idiot on birthday pictures: many hairstyles, highly popular not so much time ago, are now old-fashioned, such as the mullet.

My hair's never changed in 18 years (I'm 19, but till I was 1 year old, I was blond (!) and I had an "undercut" [if that is the appropriate translation of a "coupe au bol"]) and it won't. Except that I'll end up half-bald like my male relatives, but I don't fear it. Going bald is natural. I don't see why you'd need to hide it—by means of the combover or of the awful toupee.

Kingpin

Yesterday the channel BeTV broadcast a film I watch approximately seven years ago: Kingpin. I had really vague memories about it, but I remembered it was really funny—being directed by the Farelli Brothers, with talented actors such as Woody Harrelson, Bill Murray and Randy Quaid. All I knew from the plot was that it was a rivality between two bowling players.

So, we watched that film yesterday. Unfortunately, we discovered from the first lines of dialogue that it was the French-Canadian version! (We knew it not only from the names, pronounced in the American way, but also from the unfamiliar voices—I'm interested in voices, as you know). However, I seized the opportunity to look at the linguistic characteristics of a French-Canadian dubbing. All I can say is that I don't like it at all—and basically that's why both Canadian and French versions normally exist: the way of speaking (and I'm not even talking of pronuncing) is hugely different. French-Canadians accept translations that we would normally ban in France, because they are considered as "false friends" or "deceptive cognates". But on the other hand, and surprisingly enough, Canadians use terms like "abat" where the French would use English words, in this case: strike.

Enough of this.

My point was to tell you about the story and show you a scene from it. Here goes the basic plot (sorry, but it won't seem funny at all in the way I tell it):

Roy Munson (played by Woody Harrelson) had a gift for playing bowling. He practiced this game for years. When he was 21, his father let him go and live his dream of becoming a great bowling champion. Unfortunetely, his road crossed that of Ern Mc Cracken (played by Bill Murray), nicknamed Big Ern, who was a good bowling player, but not already known in that time. The later offered Munson to crook guys in a bowling. Unfortunately, the guys they crooked became mad at them, and Big Ern let the guys beat Munson, while he escaped. The guys put Roy's right hand in the device that brings the bowl back after you've hit the pins, and Roy shouts…

17 years later, Roy Munson has become a complete loser. And "to turn Munson" has become a popular phrase meaning, well, basically, "to become a loser". He has a pair of hooks instead of his right hand (which he can cover with a rubber prostetic hand), he's drinking whisky all the time, lives in a crappy flat whose landlord is an ugly old cow, and—ultimate sign that he's a loser—he's got a combover. One day, he meets Ichmael (Randy Quaid) at the bowling. Ich plays very well. But Ich was not meant to be there: he's an Amish…

After several events, Roy manages to persuade him to enter a big tournament in Reno, with an prize of $1 million offered to the winner. Roy helps Ich getting better at bowling, and they raise money by playing against other players. They finally arrive in Reno. But Big Ern is also present: since Roy's "accident" 17 years sooner, he had become US champion several times, and got very rich.

The day before the tournament, Ich breaks his left hand (that he plays with), and Roy's going to replace him, forced to play with his right rubber hand.

Roy is lucky: he makes it to the finals; his opponent is Big Ern. Here's an extract from that epic match.



As you can see, Big Ern's got a combover, too. And it's even worse than Roy's. Check this out (it's the last aim, determining whether Roy or Ern wins):



Have you seen that?! That's one of the ugliest combovers I've ever seen in the movie history. Ok, it was on purpose… But it definitely shows you how awful it is to have a combover: if a "combovered" person gets excited or walks in the wind, he'll end up his a floating mass of 1 feet long hair trying to escape from the skull!!! If you know someone in your family that's got a combover, show him this video and maybe he'll realize he's out of his mind to have a haircut like that.

And oh yeah, before I go: I've just written that the combover was used on purpose to show this is a silly hairstyle for losers. In Scary Movie 2, the actor David Cross also has a combover, just to make fun of it. But there are films where the combover is the "natural", or usual haircut of the actor. For instance, in Francis Ford Coppola's Godfather, Bonasera, the undertaker whose excellent words ("I believe in America") start the film, has got a combover. And, surprisingly, it changes in the film: one stripe at the beginning, and two later on… Curious, isn't it? And, of course, silly, isn't it?

Stephen Rea vs. Philippe Peythieu

A couple of days ago, I watched the film V for Vendetta, with Natalie Portman (who played Padmé in Star Wars), Hugo Weaving (who played Agent Smith in Matrix and Elrond in The Lord of the Rings, Stephen Fry (who played Gabriel in The Dead) and John Hurt (who played Ollivander in the first Harry Potter), among others. The film was great: a good plot (a rebellion against an insidious dictatorship in Britain) played by talented actors.

Something struck me: the resemblance between another leading actor, Stephen Rea, and the man that dubs him in the French version, Philippe Peythieu. I've already told you a little bit about Philippe Peythieu: he is, among other, "the" French voice of Dany DeVito (unfortunately not in all of his films; his best part was in Batman Returns as Penguin), of Voldemort in Harry Potter and the Philosopher Stone, and of Homer Simpson, Abraham Simpson and Otto Bus in The Simpsons. Recently, we could hear him as Cicero in Rome, the English series about the Old Rome. As you can see, sometimes, the "directeur artistique" (i.e. the person in charge of directing dubbing comedians) of a dubbing chooses the comedian because he looks like the original actor, and not because his/her voice resembles the actor's.

A funny anecdote, to conclude with: Philippe Peythieu is Véronique Augereau's husband. If you wonder who she is, I'd say that she's a dubbing comedian too. What's special about it, is that she actually dubs… Marge Simpson! It's not a joke! Check this out:

Simpson dans Grand Ecran
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Erick Avari

Whenever the Afghan president, Hamid Karzai, appears with his old friend George W. Bush (you know, that crazy US president), I can't help but think of his lookalike, the actor Erick Avari. As you can see by comparing those two pictures, these men are quite resemblant to one another. Silly, isn't it?

Note that Mr Karzai was educated in America, before he graduated and became a member of several companies, among which several have interests in products for an army (namely the US Army)—and war in Afghanistan after the 9/11 attacks were a blessing for such companies, of course.

Note also that you can see Mr. Avari playing non-leading roles in many films, such as Daredevil with Ben Afleck (Avari was Electra's father), but also in series: he played a taxi driver in an early episode of Seinfeld.

Tribute to Georges Aminel

I'm sure nobody knows who Georges Aminel is. Or was. Because he died three month ago. He was 84. He was a French dramatic actor, mostly "known" as the dubbing voice of Sylvester in the Warner Bros. cartoons, the Looney Tunes, but also as Darth Vader's voice in Star Wars Episodes III, V and VI. (In Episode IV, Darth Vader [translated in Dark Vador for matters of pronunciation] was dubbed by another actor, the late François Chaumette.) He died, but I came to know it only two weeks ago, when I read it in Lucasfilm Magazine. Apparently, he didn't share the celebrity of guys like Michel Serrault (cf. my article "News From the Grave" below), and that's why the media didn't have a word about him, not even in the best French-speaking newspaper, Le Soir.

Several months ago, I posted on YouTube a video to pay him a tribute. In fact, it was just that scene from the end of Episode III, when the dark-suited Darth Vader comes to life, after his operation. This video is still the only one available on YouTube to feature Georges Aminel's voice. You'll find it below, and the original version as well.





And I'd just like to show you the French version made especially for Québec. This is awful, in my opinion. I've been posting videos for months on YouTube with a Canadian YouTube penpal, so that we can compare, for I'm pretty much interested in translation, and more precisely on the translation of Star Wars. (I know, it's really silly.) We both prefer the original version, then our "regional" version: he dispises the French version, and I despise the Canadian version, as fas as voices are concerned. I prefer several French-Canadian translations, though: they are more accurate. But the voice just suck. I hope you'll agree with me:

"We didn't have a mother: we couldn't afford it." (The Monty Python)

We can have a little twist on this quote: "I didn't have new socks: I couldn't afford it."

Paul Wolfowitz is a rich man, having been president of the World Bank Group. But apparently, he doesn't have enough money to buy a proper pair of socks, as shown on this picture, taken when he was visiting a moskey somewhere.

Here's what's said about that incident on the Wikipedia page:

On 30 January 2007, after his visit to Selimiye Mosque in Edirne, Turkey, news media released photographs of Paul Wolfowitz's socks, which had holes in them. A few days later, Today's Zaman announced that the Turkish Hosiery Manufacturers' Association sent him twelve pairs of socks.

He had to quit the Bank because he was accused of promoting his mistress. How shameful of him: he had one of the best-paid jobs in the world, and he has to leave just because he couldn't control his basic instincts?

The Eternal Struggle Between Good and Evil

I've already shown you some artwork from that card game I play (Magic—The Gathering). This time, I'd like you to take a look on this lovely picture, drawn by Kev Walker, a brillant British artist. This illustration isn't to be found on a card, yet. It's used on two boxes in which you can sort your cards, those two boxes being part of the Tenth Edition Fat Pack. That's, basically, a fat pack in which you get those two boxes + 6 booster packs (75 cards in total) + a 20-sided dice + a book about the game.

This painting depicts the eternal struggle between good and evil throughout magic; the fight opposes three beautiful angels to some demon from the Pit. I like it because it has such a dynamism to it that I'm wordless. And I've never been disappointed with Mr. Walker's paintings.

What's a "cervelas" made of, actually?

If you want to know the answer to this question, just watch this. Its TRUE!



This extracts comes from the excellent film Dikkenek, a Belgian movie describing certain social classes of our glorious country. Its part of the tradition of "autodérision": laughing about ourselves. I've seen this film recently. I though it would be boring, but not at all! I highly recommend it!

For your information, "cervelas" (or cervelat in English) is a kind of sausage that you'll find in Belgian chip shops. It has a bad reputation about it, being made out of unhealthy things — even though it has a marvellous taste! (I ate hundreds of them in my life, and I'm still alive though!)

And oh yeah, that guy we see talking is nicknamed François l'Embrouille. He did some hidden camera shows in the past, and I liked this one in a chip shop, precisely: