That reminds me, Lost in Translation is the worst movie ever made. Sophia Coppola should be locked in a room with crazed badgers for unleashing that dreck on the world.
Great. It’s not ‘domager’, btw. It’s dowager. [sorry to be such a nitpick]
Did I mention that if are not already monolingual then there is still hope. I know that a lot of Canadians are forced to learn multiple languages for some reason and this often causes the problems that you describe.
You can become “functionally monolingual” using a technique I invented. It takes time but it is worth it. The technique is similar to that used to erase computer hard drives. The data is overwritten with gibberish.
- Pick out words that you know from the foreign language and create false meanings for them. Study those false meanings until the false meaning is much more prominent in your conscious than the original meaning of the word. This will render the word useless for communication with others. Repeat for all foreign words.
- Create really screwy rules of grammar and apply them to the new language until those are the ones that you automatically try to apply. Practice and repeat.
- Once your grammar and vocabulary are overwritten by gibberish, the language will hopefully become useless to you as a means of communication and requests for translation will cause you to give the proud look of a blank stare.
No, but I did just watch one of my cats climb into a plastic shopping bag, get his head stuck in the carry handle, flip royally the fuck out, charge around the living room in circles, get the bag stuck on the large, wheeled laundry sorter we got for Christmas, make a mad dash for the starcase, drag the laundry sorter down the stairs with him, thereby bashing the laundry sorter into it’s base components making a hellacious racket and plowing a not-too-inconspicuous hole in the wall.
Fricking cats.
There were two cats fighting or something outside our window last night in the middle of a rainstorm…
And speaking of rain… How come we almost never get thunderstorms in Northern California?
Exactly my point. Bush & Co have totally destroyed America. No wonder 9/11 happened, what with how we respond to tsunamis.
And don’t forget your attitude towards hutspot.
Holmes, come and look at this thread!
What is it about, Watson?
It’s an amusing concept - you have to be irrelevant with each successive reply. it’s known as ‘hijacking the thread’.
But surely, Watson, since the very purpose of the thread is to hijack, then to be irrelevant with each successive reply would, in fact, be relevant. Therefore each poster should continue as usual in these cases, and comment on the previous post.
Come now Watson, even the meanest intelligence can appreciate the logical steps I have taken.
I want to run naked through a thread with iampunha.
Just once. In the 60’s.
For 20 minutes.
stomps the cheesy reference into the ground, grinding down on it with her boot, yelling “Stop it! STOP IT! ENOUGH!”
Speaking of Holmes, did anyone ever see that show “Sherlock Holmes in the 22nd Century”?. It had some early CGI scenes that looked really bad.
I woke up a few minutes ago needing to pee so bad that I felt that I looked like a Sim dashing to the bathroom. That amused me, but I was afraid to laugh until I peed.
So the judge ruled against Anna Nicole. She’s not gonna get the 88 mil. Hope all her stuff is paid for.
That’s so typical of this board, concentrating on urination while there are still billions of people in the world without reliable broadband access to the internets. When are you people going to wake up and acknowledge this problem?
Is there anything as nasty as morning breath?
Well, yeah, I suppose there are lots of things as nasty or nastier, but still, to wake with a mouth tasting as ick as mine does at the moment.
Yes, I will brush them now, thanks.
Hutspot? See, that is exactly why I don’t recycle plastic!
And yet the Moon has lower gravity.
GET SOME PERSPECTIVE!
Fact of the Day:
Fat kids are harder to kidnap.
What a coincidence! There’s a Hotspot Cafe on the Dalton Highway in Alaska!
It’s just about 14 hours and 20 minutes to midnight, New Year’s Eve here, and I have no plans to party. I’ll probably be asleep by then.
My ball itch. Badly