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En parlant de quelqu’un de « facile d’accès »…
Quelle image avez-vous de Masahiro Sakurai, ce créateur de jeux vidéo que tout le monde connaît si bien ?
Autrefois, à mes yeux, il avait l’image d’un game director solitaire, presque inaccessible.
Le mot « solitaire » lui allait parfaitement : un génie, un artisan obsédé par les moindres détails, un professionnel absolu, qui ne faisait jamais le clown inutilement, extrêmement sérieux… et pourtant un Super Saiyan convaincu d’être une personne tout à fait ordinaire.
Autrement dit, à mes yeux, il était vraiment à l’opposé de quelqu’un que j’aurais qualifié de « facile d’accès ».
Puis, un jour, je me suis soudain posé une question.
Si j’invitais ce Saiyan solitaire qu’est Sakurai, par exemple pour participer au tournage d’une émission YouTube, ou simplement pour aller dîner… est-ce qu’il viendrait ?
J’ai donc essayé de lui envoyer un e-mail.
Il m’a répondu de manière extrêmement courtoise, en parfait gentleman.
Plus tard, il est effectivement venu sur le lieu du tournage, il a également accepté de venir dîner, et tout au long de ces occasions, il s’est comporté en gentleman.
C’était exactement le Masahiro Sakurai que j’avais toujours imaginé.
J’ai malheureusement une mauvaise habitude : je dis souvent exactement ce qui me passe par la tête.
Alors, sans réfléchir, je lui ai dit :
« Sakurai-san, en fait, contrairement à l’image que j’avais de vous, vous êtes quelqu’un d’assez facile d’accès. »
À ces mots, il s’est légèrement redressé sur sa chaise et, d’une voix un ton plus ferme et plus nette que d’habitude, il a déclaré :
« Je suis facile d’accès ! »
J’ai été stupéfait.
Parce qu’à ma connaissance, il est extrêmement rare qu’un véritable Terrien facile d’accès ressente le besoin de déclarer lui-même :
« Je suis facile d’accès. »
Et pourtant, le gentleman Super Saiyan qui se trouvait devant moi venait de lancer son
« Je suis facile d’accès ! »
avec exactement la même intensité que Captain America lançant son légendaire
« Avengers… Assemble! »
lors de la bataille finale d’Avengers: Endgame.
Depuis ce jour-là, j’essaie moi aussi de suivre son exemple et de déclarer :
« Je suis facile d’accès. »
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If the game came out now they would never allow him to have such a cocky ending lmao
Them boys all met each other and said yall cool but im better. And he just is not like that anymore
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probably the first sonic fan cast I've seen that all have passable voices for the characters. none I feel sound too off
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Debe de caer la mentira de que el universo Absolute es Edgy, si algo a caracterizado a esta linea es mostrar que a pesar de lo oscuro o violento que puede ser el universo creado por darkside, en ese lugar existe el bien y la bondad
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person turning up the volume 3 separate times until Sanctuary was playing at full blast is the realest motherfucker of all time
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Takeshi Yamanaka (@Yamanaka_ARC) speaks on the initial art direction of MARVEL Tōkon:
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The X-Men are coming to the MCU:
Sadie Sink is Jean Grey
Kit Connor is Cyclops
Christopher Abbott is Professor Charles Xavier
Samara Weaving is Emma Frost
Inde Navarrette is Rogue
Maya Boyd is Storm
Adam Driver is Nathaniel Milbury
Only in theaters May 5, 2028.
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I mentioned that my garage door was making a sound.
An American immediately said, "I got a guy."
He did not ask what the sound was. He did not ask what kind of door. He produced a guy on the basis of the word garage.
I asked who the guy was.
He said, "Just a guy."
He did not have a company name. He had a first name and a phone number in his phone saved as "Mike Garage."
That is the contact name. Mike Garage. As though Garage is his surname. As though there is a family.
I asked how he found this guy.
"My brother-in-law used him."
I asked if the brother-in-law was satisfied.
He thought about it. Then he said, "He's still standing."
The house is still standing. That is the entire review.
Inside I said: THEY DO NOT KEEP RECORDS. THEY KEEP LOYALTIES.
I called Mike Garage. He answered from inside a vehicle. There was wind. He said he could come Tuesday between eleven and four.
Between eleven and four. A window of five hours. In my country this would be a scandal. Here it is generous. He gave me a window at all. Some guys do not give you a window. Some guys say "Tuesday" and that is the whole appointment.
He came at 1:40.
He fixed it in twenty minutes. He charged me less than I expected and he did not take a card, only cash or an app I had never heard of.
Before leaving he looked at my water heater, which I had not mentioned, and said, "That's gonna go."
I asked when.
"Couple years."
I asked what I should do.
He said, "I'll give you a guy."
He gave me a guy. Mike Garage has a guy. The guy has a guy. There is a network beneath this country made entirely of men named after their function, and none of them advertise, and all of them are busy.
Inside I said: THERE IS A SECOND NATION HERE. IT HAS NO SIGNS. IT IS ENTERED ONLY BY INTRODUCTION.
I have been given four guys since.
I have a guy for trees.
I did not know I needed a guy for trees.
I have trees now, apparently. They are my responsibility. A man named Rick told me so and then left.
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𝙽𝚘 𝚜𝚠𝚎𝚊𝚝.
From the mind of Zach Cregger, director of Weapons and Barbarian. Watch the official trailer for Resident Evil. Filmed for IMAX – in theatres 9.18.
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#2026年自分が選ぶ今年上半期の4枚 Lil' Kindness
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craziest part about this is that the end result was a Community episode getting pulled off Netflix and police budgets going up by like 700%
“The vow holds. The bird turns. Five dollars.”
most romantic way to describe supermarket rotisserie chicken
In America, a warehouse store. A fully roasted chicken costs five dollars, the raw chicken beside it costs seven, and I stood between them like a man between two truths.
Golden. Hot. Seasoned. Spinning in glory under the lights, in a line of its brothers. Four dollars and ninety-nine cents.
I checked the raw birds. Seven dollars. Pale. Cold. You must do everything yourself.
This is not commerce. Commerce does not move backward. Somewhere in this building, mathematics lies defeated.
I asked the man at the counter. "How is the cooked bird cheaper than the raw bird?"
"Been five bucks forever. They keep it that way."
"But the store loses."
"Yep. On purpose."
On purpose. I held my receipt with both hands.
In my land, a lord who lowered the price of rice in a hard winter was remembered for generations. They built him a small shrine. This store does it every day, with chicken, and tells no one.
A woman behind me grew tired of my reverence. "It's just a chicken, sir."
It is not just a chicken. It is a wound the merchant takes on purpose, so that anyone, on any day, with five dollars, eats like a lord. The bird is the message. The price is the vow.
I will confess: I bought two. I did not need two. The second was not hunger. It was gratitude, and it was delicious.
Some prices are not prices. They are promises.
I return every week now. I take one bird. I bow toward the deli, briefly, so as not to alarm the staff. They have begun nodding back.
The vow holds. The bird turns. Five dollars.
Long may it spin.












































