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Chataigne on Nekoweb :
I will of course add your buttons both on Nekoweb and neocities, if we make a buttons exchange :)
Hello ! I hope this page finds you well, and safe away from unhappiness. My name is Chataigne, and I have been a webmaster for about one year, or so, as of today (late December, 2025).
Although I really love and care about my Nekoweb's corner, I decided it could be worth it to do something different, in parallel, just for fun. Neocities has quickly revealed as an obvious option for sharing it.
The idea here is to design something a little bit different, maybe more quiet ? I went from my black and white photos, and thought about a way to highlight their colors. "And why not with a web page ?" With a few tests of grey shades, divs opacity, and twisting each and every pixels, I finally have come out with this !
Once every two weeks, I'll try to post at least one picture of my own, in the Gallery section, without any other comment than the date it was posted at. It may, or may not be of any interest : you'll only know if you want to take a look at my world looks like.
Please, feel free to click around the tabs, and to come back regularly if you want to see if and how this page evolves.
Lionel Jospin, the World is going to miss you. You were one of these who have tried to push progress forward. Our best Prime Minister ever. The living proof that Government could be compassionate, and try to improve things for everyone, wether these efforts are successful or not.
You may contact me on discord (@mettatonfanaccountrouge), if you wish.
I also am very much looking for banners to exchange. Please send me a DM, either there or on discord for this ! It'd be a double win for you, since I also put your button on my nekoweb space ...
Here is my pet. She is adorable, isn't she ?
I have launched a Pixel Pokedex Project a while ago, but I'll probably never finish it.
I am also the member of some pixel cliques ;)
New pictures will come at least once every two weeks.You may right-click on the images and open them in a new window/new tab, to see them at their full sizes.
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5 July, 2026
19 July, 2026
I have a diary that you may read on nekoweb, but I decided to open a "that's life", kinda lighter diary here too. My guess is you'll soon find the same texts on each other, probably not in the same form. Who knows ? It's not like if my fan club was big enough.
Sunday 5 June, 2026 :
Bernadette, my colleague, retired last week. She finished her long career of early morning starts at the respectable age of 64.
When she told me the news, several times ago now, I thought: "That's wonderful! She'll finally be able to rest a little." I met her for the first time this school year, but the few months we spent together were enough to make me understand just how much she deserves it. She's someone you take a few days to get to know, but with whom you quickly feel at ease. She was always calm, she knew how to be compassionate without being maudlin, and she carried her voice on the phone with the confidence of many years' experience. Of course, she sometimes struggled, had days when her spirits were low, but she always managed to find something to laugh about before the day was out.
She loves reading, classics especially, and is far more cultured than the dismissive image of secretaries tells: after the lunch break, at the same time every day, I would hear her put on classical music, and simply enjoy it. Sometimes it was Chopin, sometimes Ravel... Yesterday, we shared a meal, all together, at my workplace. It was lovely, full of good cheer, and the day passed without a hitch, with beautiful sunshine and just the right amount of warmth. We said our goodbyes, and I handed her my phone number, to which she might one day send a text.
Then, the morning after, I realized: she wasn't there. She hadn't come in. Her little vase and its dried-out rose were gone, along with her little pots of sand, which colleagues offered her to send her off on holiday too. Her tear-off calendar was still on June 30th, I flipped it to July 1st. I keep doing that, for the memory of it. It isn't a farewell, thankfully, but it's one of the rare glimmers of humanity I've come across in my career. I hope to see her again, maybe at the Christmas meal, over a drink... But it won't be quite the same.