Congratulations to the New Orleans Saints! Que les bons temps roulent! (Let the good times roll!... [at least assuming that I can translate 'let' like 'may' {'may the good times roll' has the same meaning in my mind} and that I can use the definite article... I think it works])
Anyway, that wasn't why I was amused. The reason I am amused is that I was shown a French stand-up comedian, who is doing a routine on the "bac" which is the massive end-of-high school exam(s) of doom. OF DOOM. Seriously, look it up on wikipedia:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Baccalaur%C3%A9at . Anyway, one of the exams is an oral exam in French literature. Yeah, there's a specific topic. Anyway, the guy goes in and receives the topic Sartre (famous existentialist philosopher, playwright, etc. 1905-1980. Here are some of my favorite quotes (translated) from the routine:
-Jean-Paul Sartre is a philosopher... huh? Was? He's dead? When did that happen? A long time ago? ...oh.
-Jean-Paul Sartre was born... was born... well, he was born, that's for sure. Uhhh.... It was a Wednesday night around 10:30, he weighed somewhere between 5 and 7 pounds... school went well, the teachers didn't even have to tell him to be quiet, everything went well except for gym. Now that he's dead we can say that Sartre wasn't very athletic.
-Was his wife well known? Oh, absolutely. She was... Mrs. Sartre.
I couldn't help thinking back to Bill and Ted's Excellent Adventure: Who was Joan of Arc? Noah's wife?
Anyway, I found it greatly amusing. Nothing new to report, I'll probably be back in a few days with real stuff... and a Big 3.
That's all, folks!