Mouahahahahah.
I would just put guys instead of girls and that would work too.
via www.stacken.kth.se
How to get people to follow you on Twitter -
This guy tried out several different ways to ask people on his site to follow him on Twitter. The most effective: “You should follow me on Twitter.”
Beau.
The largest hot-air balloon gathering in the world, Chambley, France (via gbatistini)
“managing your online reputation requires a whole new skill set, including monitoring the online conversation and engaging with customers and the tech-savvy to promote yourself in the best channels. These skills are becoming essential for mainstream businesses. According to a survey by the Opinion Research Corporation, 84 percent of Americans say online reviews influence their purchasing decisions. (Still not convinced? Tell us why.)” — Managing Your Small Business’s Online Reputation - NYTimes.com (via transnets)
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Vimeo: The Youtube for Artistes -
About 73 million people visit YouTube every month, according to the traffic-monitoring firm Compete. Vimeo gets just a tiny fraction of that horde, fewer than 3 million. But the content looks like it comes from the Web’s most talented lot. Vimeo attracts a high-art, film-buff set—the kind of people who, when making movies for the Web, pause to consider such virtues as cinematography, framing, music, and composition.
What can journalism learn from I Can Has Cheezburger? -
The task news reporting has shifted toward filtering. My view is that winners in the Internet era of news journalism will be the people and companies who, like Cheezburger, ReadWriteWeb and Amazon, develop systematic ways of filtering the flood of user-generated content and sources down to those with the best content. The result will be higher quality news and information, that is more relevant and on target with the audience, at a lower cost.
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As a French girl, I am tempted to say that this French film scenario (see below) might actually work well. Except… there’s no food involved!!! People across the Atlantic, come on. At least we need some wine to spice things up!
caro:
In combination with browsing the French Films section [of Netflix] and watching several of them, we came to realize that French movies fall into the following categories, almost exclusively:
1. Post WW2 stories of war heroes, or reconnecting, rebuilding. Fair enough.
2. Teachers, usually in the countryside, who are failed artists or geniuses, who expose the great talents of one or a body of students, and thus reclaim their glory.
3. Pools, which are often coupled with murder and questioning of sexuality.
4. Lesbians, threesomes, bisexuality, coming-of-age sexuality stories, which make up the bulk of the French films on Netflix. Sub-category: Strippers.
5. Cyrano de Bergerac, and other 17-18th century historical figures.
6. Gérard Depardieu. Self-explanatory.
(Note: Of course, this list applies mainly to contemporary films, and ignores the New Wave, Catherine Deneuve, and Brigitte Bardot. This is because these films are actually good)
So, knowing these themes, I have come up with the plot for France’s next blockbuster hit. It is as follows:
In 1946, Jean-Claude Dupont, a swimming teacher at a small school outside of Strasbourg has a secret: he is gay. Nightly, Napoléon appears to him a dream, telling him that he is a coward for hiding his sexuality, that coming out is nothing in compared to Napoléon’s conquests, and if at the 30 years of age, he could conquer and rule the French, then so too could Jean-Claude become master of his own world. The roles of Jean-Claude and Napoléon are played by Gérard Depardieu, naturally. But the overbearing town preacher, Père Moreau, is on an anti-homosexual tirade, constantly addressing its sins in his sermons. Yet, even under the watchful eye of the Catholic church, Jean-Claude struggles. As a swimming teacher for the boys of L’école de St. Clément, the young Jean-Claude struggles to look at his students without a rumbling in his loins. As a distraction, he concentrates his efforts on Audrey Tautou, the History teacher, who, in fact, has a dark sexual persona. She is a lesbian who moonlights as a stripper in the local speakeasy. One night, Jean-Claude follows Audrey Tautou to her strip job, and the two experience a connection, one that is brought about by a third party, an androgynous transsexual. All three fall in love and decide to shock the townspeople by declaring who they are. Le Père hears their cries in the town square, and comes out with a spear to kill them, stopping only before he jabs the heart of Jean-Claude, dropping his weapon, and commencing to cry, because he, too is gay. The threesome flees the town happily, off to Paris, where they rent a room in a huge apartment on the Canal St. Martin filled with International bohemians, that they love and come to call L’Auberge Espagnole.