Hi, I’m Manu.

I used to have a blog a couple of years ago. I have to admit that I missed it a little, so I decided to go back at it in 2014. I write about a bunch of different topics.

Why “plothole.net”? As defined on wikipedia,

a plot hole, or plothole is a gap or inconsistency in a storyline that goes against the flow of logic established by the story’s plot, or constitutes a blatant omission of relevant information regarding the plot, sometimes even contradicting itself. These include such things as unlikely behaviour or actions of characters, illogical or impossible events, events happening for no apparent reason, or, statements or events that contradict earlier events in the storyline.

This definition suits my life pretty well.

Here are a couple of links if you want to know more about me:

And last but not least, here is my resume.

Thanks for reading.

N.B. this site has been tested on the most recent versions of Safari and Chrome on Mac OS X, as well as Safari on iOS. If something seems broken on one of those browsers, shoot me an email. If you’re using another browser, I’m sorry. I don’t find fixing browser quirks very interesting, I do enough of it professionnally.

Mr Luck

i think i was very lucky on this trip home. First Nathan shows up on time to drive me to the airport (thanks again, Nathan!!), then, once i got there, at the checking in, the Delta-guy noticed that my one and only suitcase was too heavy (2.5 pounds extra weight), but he refused to charge me =) . He didn’t charge me neither for my bike (my second piece of lugage… ), which i still don’t understand exactly… Delta ALWAYS charges for your bike! Thank you nice Mr Delta-guy.

Then came security check of course (thank you nice Mr Terrorist-guy) where they didnt find anything suspicious (duh!!). The first flight was alright… i was sitting next to a young pregnant woman… we didnt say a word to each other. Then on the second flight, i was seated right next to a tall girl (taller than me!)… she asked the flight attendent to be seated elsewhere so that she could actually move her legs (or maybe i was smellin bad… ). I ended up having 2 seats just for me and myself… that was neat.

oh and in the row in front of me, towards the center, there was this pretty girl i couldn’t stop looking at =o)

Arrival in Zurich, bagage claim, blahblahblah, catch the train for Fribourg… and those idiots at Delta broke the handle of my 19 pounds suitcase, so a real pleasure to load the thing onto the train wagon… oh well… i survived!