<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5200963967908627705</id><updated>2011-07-08T11:54:07.047+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Little less than ever</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlemorethanbefore.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5200963967908627705/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlemorethanbefore.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08963600970163815428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j9y55AFNXK8/SSQUALT0JoI/AAAAAAAAAAY/iGKhWpDYnbs/S220/Av3.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>7</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5200963967908627705.post-52502166554317487</id><published>2009-06-09T21:40:00.006+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T21:50:19.925+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Old stuff</title><content type='html'>Des vieux travaux scolaires qui traînent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j9y55AFNXK8/Si678IP_YjI/AAAAAAAAAE8/yRC9SWdJ7v4/s1600-h/Comm-Visuelle+copie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 283px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j9y55AFNXK8/Si678IP_YjI/AAAAAAAAAE8/yRC9SWdJ7v4/s400/Comm-Visuelle+copie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345416449416454706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j9y55AFNXK8/Si67723ze-I/AAAAAAAAAE0/EPz_ftbq-f8/s1600-h/Ville.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 282px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j9y55AFNXK8/Si67723ze-I/AAAAAAAAAE0/EPz_ftbq-f8/s400/Ville.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345416444751608802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j9y55AFNXK8/Si677sT3LAI/AAAAAAAAAEs/5qGTloBmeQo/s1600-h/CAMPAGNE2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j9y55AFNXK8/Si677sT3LAI/AAAAAAAAAEs/5qGTloBmeQo/s400/CAMPAGNE2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345416441916500994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j9y55AFNXK8/Si677VgeWUI/AAAAAAAAAEk/iqq9eyl6iP8/s1600-h/Ambiance.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j9y55AFNXK8/Si677VgeWUI/AAAAAAAAAEk/iqq9eyl6iP8/s400/Ambiance.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345416435795384642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j9y55AFNXK8/Si677dReSBI/AAAAAAAAAEc/daM-e5HuHYU/s1600-h/Eurock.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 283px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j9y55AFNXK8/Si677dReSBI/AAAAAAAAAEc/daM-e5HuHYU/s400/Eurock.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345416437879949330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bli !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5200963967908627705-52502166554317487?l=littlemorethanbefore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlemorethanbefore.blogspot.com/feeds/52502166554317487/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://littlemorethanbefore.blogspot.com/2009/06/old-stuff.html#comment-form' title='3 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5200963967908627705/posts/default/52502166554317487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5200963967908627705/posts/default/52502166554317487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlemorethanbefore.blogspot.com/2009/06/old-stuff.html' title='Old stuff'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08963600970163815428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j9y55AFNXK8/SSQUALT0JoI/AAAAAAAAAAY/iGKhWpDYnbs/S220/Av3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j9y55AFNXK8/Si678IP_YjI/AAAAAAAAAE8/yRC9SWdJ7v4/s72-c/Comm-Visuelle+copie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5200963967908627705.post-2327957584363589770</id><published>2009-01-21T23:49:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T23:51:01.691+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Duuda</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j9y55AFNXK8/SXemi7V712I/AAAAAAAAADs/4W-LDb2u6C0/s1600-h/panda.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j9y55AFNXK8/SXemi7V712I/AAAAAAAAADs/4W-LDb2u6C0/s400/panda.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293883005972764514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Petite constatation devant un doc animalier. En fait, les pandas, c'est juste des gros ours avec des yeux au beurre noir et des oreilles de bisounours trempées dans l'encre de Chine.&lt;br /&gt; Dingue la nature des fois !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5200963967908627705-2327957584363589770?l=littlemorethanbefore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlemorethanbefore.blogspot.com/feeds/2327957584363589770/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://littlemorethanbefore.blogspot.com/2009/01/duuda.html#comment-form' title='5 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5200963967908627705/posts/default/2327957584363589770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5200963967908627705/posts/default/2327957584363589770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlemorethanbefore.blogspot.com/2009/01/duuda.html' title='Duuda'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08963600970163815428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j9y55AFNXK8/SSQUALT0JoI/AAAAAAAAAAY/iGKhWpDYnbs/S220/Av3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j9y55AFNXK8/SXemi7V712I/AAAAAAAAADs/4W-LDb2u6C0/s72-c/panda.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5200963967908627705.post-7948276009997368790</id><published>2008-11-30T14:13:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T14:17:47.844+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Charrette 4 ever</title><content type='html'>Oui bon, j'avais pas grand chose sous la main et le blog prenait la poussière...&lt;br /&gt;Voilà donc Mme Charrette -je sais même pas son vrai nom-, d'après des paroles à peu près exactes de son cru.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j9y55AFNXK8/STKSWfkHpMI/AAAAAAAAADg/HMC_xfqRlXE/s1600-h/Charrette.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j9y55AFNXK8/STKSWfkHpMI/AAAAAAAAADg/HMC_xfqRlXE/s400/Charrette.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274439028732044482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; En fait finalement les profs c'est un peu comme des X Men, avec chacun leur pouvoir spécial.&lt;br /&gt;Elle, son truc, c'est de faire perdre le fil. On a beau écouter avec attention, on comprend jamais d'où on vient ni où on va.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5200963967908627705-7948276009997368790?l=littlemorethanbefore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlemorethanbefore.blogspot.com/feeds/7948276009997368790/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://littlemorethanbefore.blogspot.com/2008/11/charrette-4-ever.html#comment-form' title='3 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5200963967908627705/posts/default/7948276009997368790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5200963967908627705/posts/default/7948276009997368790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlemorethanbefore.blogspot.com/2008/11/charrette-4-ever.html' title='Charrette 4 ever'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08963600970163815428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j9y55AFNXK8/SSQUALT0JoI/AAAAAAAAAAY/iGKhWpDYnbs/S220/Av3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j9y55AFNXK8/STKSWfkHpMI/AAAAAAAAADg/HMC_xfqRlXE/s72-c/Charrette.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5200963967908627705.post-4094302605843435067</id><published>2008-11-22T18:19:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T18:21:37.257+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Le fils</title><content type='html'>Toute petite recherche et modification d'un nenfant puis mise en couleur.&lt;br /&gt;Aaaaaah l'aquarelle, ça fait mal. &gt;_&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j9y55AFNXK8/SSg_h02PNgI/AAAAAAAAADQ/9EFx2bbCtqo/s1600-h/Boy1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j9y55AFNXK8/SSg_h02PNgI/AAAAAAAAADQ/9EFx2bbCtqo/s200/Boy1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271533214191531522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j9y55AFNXK8/SSg_hoDlr4I/AAAAAAAAADI/NJ6bbsyFAQU/s1600-h/Boy3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j9y55AFNXK8/SSg_hoDlr4I/AAAAAAAAADI/NJ6bbsyFAQU/s200/Boy3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271533210757869442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j9y55AFNXK8/SSg_hvUCQ8I/AAAAAAAAADA/48GhP9kmCDo/s1600-h/Boy2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j9y55AFNXK8/SSg_hvUCQ8I/AAAAAAAAADA/48GhP9kmCDo/s200/Boy2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271533212705899458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5200963967908627705-4094302605843435067?l=littlemorethanbefore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlemorethanbefore.blogspot.com/feeds/4094302605843435067/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://littlemorethanbefore.blogspot.com/2008/11/le-fils.html#comment-form' title='7 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5200963967908627705/posts/default/4094302605843435067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5200963967908627705/posts/default/4094302605843435067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlemorethanbefore.blogspot.com/2008/11/le-fils.html' title='Le fils'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08963600970163815428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j9y55AFNXK8/SSQUALT0JoI/AAAAAAAAAAY/iGKhWpDYnbs/S220/Av3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j9y55AFNXK8/SSg_h02PNgI/AAAAAAAAADQ/9EFx2bbCtqo/s72-c/Boy1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5200963967908627705.post-4726612527428468486</id><published>2008-11-21T12:26:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T20:25:11.336+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Les persos féminins</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j9y55AFNXK8/SScLElNp_PI/AAAAAAAAABA/jFVnVn5kLvU/s1600-h/Fille.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j9y55AFNXK8/SScLElNp_PI/AAAAAAAAABA/jFVnVn5kLvU/s400/Fille.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271194062197226738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Il est un fait que je ne peux nier, c'est celui d'être incapable de dessiner des personnages féminins.&lt;br /&gt;C'est donc pour ça que j'en fait jamais. C'est aussi parce que je n'en fait jamais que je ne sais pas le faire. Logique nan ?&lt;br /&gt;Alors il n'y a que sous la contrainte que l'exercice se produit. Mettons, un sujet d'illustration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La preuve par l'exemple. On dirait un garçon :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j9y55AFNXK8/SSaeBUHxIxI/AAAAAAAAAA4/f82ujg_dafQ/s1600-h/Fille.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5200963967908627705-4726612527428468486?l=littlemorethanbefore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlemorethanbefore.blogspot.com/feeds/4726612527428468486/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://littlemorethanbefore.blogspot.com/2008/11/les-persos-fminins.html#comment-form' title='7 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5200963967908627705/posts/default/4726612527428468486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5200963967908627705/posts/default/4726612527428468486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlemorethanbefore.blogspot.com/2008/11/les-persos-fminins.html' title='Les persos féminins'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08963600970163815428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j9y55AFNXK8/SSQUALT0JoI/AAAAAAAAAAY/iGKhWpDYnbs/S220/Av3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j9y55AFNXK8/SScLElNp_PI/AAAAAAAAABA/jFVnVn5kLvU/s72-c/Fille.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5200963967908627705.post-1186386668834237506</id><published>2008-11-20T18:07:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T18:08:56.788+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Des anges</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j9y55AFNXK8/SSWZkSPMgmI/AAAAAAAAAAw/0wJNxa8oFpI/s1600-h/2537668616_0ca1d14158_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 280px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j9y55AFNXK8/SSWZkSPMgmI/AAAAAAAAAAw/0wJNxa8oFpI/s400/2537668616_0ca1d14158_o.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270787787556946530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Je recycle si je veux !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5200963967908627705-1186386668834237506?l=littlemorethanbefore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlemorethanbefore.blogspot.com/feeds/1186386668834237506/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://littlemorethanbefore.blogspot.com/2008/11/des-anges.html#comment-form' title='1 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5200963967908627705/posts/default/1186386668834237506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5200963967908627705/posts/default/1186386668834237506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlemorethanbefore.blogspot.com/2008/11/des-anges.html' title='Des anges'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08963600970163815428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j9y55AFNXK8/SSQUALT0JoI/AAAAAAAAAAY/iGKhWpDYnbs/S220/Av3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j9y55AFNXK8/SSWZkSPMgmI/AAAAAAAAAAw/0wJNxa8oFpI/s72-c/2537668616_0ca1d14158_o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5200963967908627705.post-8792974666738356679</id><published>2008-11-19T13:42:00.008+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T14:31:08.834+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Ouaiiiiiiiiis</title><content type='html'>Je m'ennuyais un peu alors j'me suis dit, voilà. Ça a l'air plus sympa ici disons. Et puis comme ça je copie un peu pour faire genre chuis dans le mouv'. Vive la société et ses influences !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alors un truc, l'vieux blog (&lt;a href="http://dckana.canalblog.com/"&gt;http://dckana.canalblog.com&lt;/a&gt;) reste là m'enfin... Pas la foi de tout remettre ici. Tant pis ce sera que du neuf. Pas plus mal en fait. Genre vieille valise avec vieux dessins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bwef.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rectifions UN truc. Chère Claire. Ex-binôme !  Même, si j'ose dire.&lt;br /&gt;Ce dessin-là &lt;a href="http://claire-dawn.blogspot.com/2008/10/emophobie.html"&gt;http://claire-dawn.blogspot.com/2008/10/emophobie.html&lt;/a&gt; mérite préambule.&lt;br /&gt;Préambule... funambule.&lt;br /&gt;MWAHA ! Comme c'est pas drôle. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alors voilà toute l'histoire (je m'en souviens parce que je l'avais calé sur un autre blog ce dessin !).&lt;br /&gt;J'étais pénardement en vacances cet été, quand soudain, c'est le drame. Claire vient m'engueuler sur MSN (pour changer), prétextant que mon crayon est au chômage et que c'est un scandale. Motivée par tant de coups de fouet (owi), je lui octroye le droit de choisir un thème, vu que, dessiner sans savoir quoi dessiner, c'est un pwal... Difficile. Parfois. Après ça dépend des gens mais c'est un autre débat. Tout est question d'inspiration et d'état d'âme. Mais passons. Qu'est-ce que je disais déjà. Ah, oui.&lt;br /&gt;Donc, le thème tombe: un mime funambule. A noter que, le thème de mime est récurrent chez la sus-mentionnée (un phantasme sexwal à n'en point douter.)&lt;br /&gt;Puis, un jour, un stylo bic et une feuille blanche me sautent dessus et se collent à mes mains, qui, en vain, tentent de se dégager, mais hélàs, même en secouant très fort et en sautant par la fenêtre du rez-de-chaussée, rien ne partait.&lt;br /&gt;Ce qui fit que.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Un funambule est né.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mais pas un mime. Et là je dis, pourquoi ?&lt;br /&gt;Bin, pourquoi pas ? Question à la con ça aussi, alors pourquoi chercher.&lt;br /&gt;Et puis, faut faire attention à ne pas trop faire plaisir aux gens, après ils s'habituent et deviennent capricieux.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D'où le choix artistique de passer par l'évitement de représentation de proportions humaines justes pour mettre en valeur la maîtrise totale de l'esprit pingouinesque dans toute sa splendeur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j9y55AFNXK8/SSQM27OKYMI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Z_0TBMqN9Kk/s1600-h/2728549957_b05983b928_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 357px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j9y55AFNXK8/SSQM27OKYMI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Z_0TBMqN9Kk/s400/2728549957_b05983b928_o.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270351601679884482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Et voilou.&lt;br /&gt;S'ensuit alors, une vengeance. Bawi, je dessine pas pour rien ! Donc, je me venge. Ayant donc mon tour pour donner un thème, j'en choisis bien un aux antipodes de ses goûts. Donc ! Un emo. Et puis aussi des champis hallucinogènes. Quoique je sois pas certaine pour ces derniers.&lt;br /&gt; Le résultat est par &lt;a href="http://claire-dawn.blogspot.com/2008/10/emophobie.html"&gt;là&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5200963967908627705-8792974666738356679?l=littlemorethanbefore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlemorethanbefore.blogspot.com/feeds/8792974666738356679/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://littlemorethanbefore.blogspot.com/2008/11/ouaiiiiiiiiis.html#comment-form' title='6 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5200963967908627705/posts/default/8792974666738356679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5200963967908627705/posts/default/8792974666738356679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlemorethanbefore.blogspot.com/2008/11/ouaiiiiiiiiis.html' title='Ouaiiiiiiiiis'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08963600970163815428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j9y55AFNXK8/SSQUALT0JoI/AAAAAAAAAAY/iGKhWpDYnbs/S220/Av3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j9y55AFNXK8/SSQM27OKYMI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Z_0TBMqN9Kk/s72-c/2728549957_b05983b928_o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry></feed>
