A Moment of Paranoia...
So, I walk into my apartment, laden with groceries and the like, and freeze when I hit the kitchen...
Holy shit. Somebody's talking in my apartment... Oh this is bad...
Somebody's talking in my apartment, in a low voice. This is really really...
Um... Hang on...
In... French? WTF?
Ah. I see.
Correction. Someone is *declaiming* in my apartment. In OLD French...
I've left the RealPlayer on. Good afternoon, M. Machault...
We now return you to your regularly scheduled whatever it was you were doing...
Holy shit. Somebody's talking in my apartment... Oh this is bad...
Somebody's talking in my apartment, in a low voice. This is really really...
Um... Hang on...
In... French? WTF?
Ah. I see.
Correction. Someone is *declaiming* in my apartment. In OLD French...
I've left the RealPlayer on. Good afternoon, M. Machault...
We now return you to your regularly scheduled whatever it was you were doing...