In Which We Increase Our Collective Vocabulary.

[byelka58]

Classes are over for the quarter, as of Friday; starting this Monday it's reading week, and then finals week after that. Then, mercifully, it will be Spring Break. SB arrives not a moment too soon, because I would very much like to pet my cats and say hi to my family and get my loom on, and also because my mother was out until two-thirty this

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[gabbiana]

Way to post a .mp3 that *none* of the media players on my computer can open, and which I can't find on KaZaA. You intend to drive me mad, don't you? Well, don't worry, because physiology already has. I totally wanted to hear a folk song about syphilis, too. I mean, it's like the American version of "Song of Sixpence" or "London Bridge" or "Ring Around the Rosie." Why *not* transpose horrific events into song?

"Work with me, Annie" also underwent the sort of metamorphosis you describe with that folk song ("Annie Had a Baby" being the first and best logical conclusion).

For that block of German, BabelFish gives me:
Who would have thought that that we to secondly no 15 lbs truthahn (approx. 7KG) away wars? We strove however fairly. And lecker was it. Very lecker even. Absolutely totally lecker. Completely extremely lecker. Thus, correctly well tasted. We could only have along-boarded still one or two of you. Or three. Five. Perhaps even 10.
For the last time, Rachel, please don't post languages I don't understand without translation. Please? It hurts us.

"Adorkable" is fantastic. For you, anyway. Twenty-something gay Mormon is sad. I feel like commenting something along the lines of "Dude, just... come out already," but of course by my being non-Mormon and non-gay, my advice is rendered somewhat... less relevant to his emotional turmoil.

At some point, I will finish watching that video. Right now, I don't get it. Is it... Final Fantasy? Is it... LOTR? Are they one and the same? What is this game, anyway?

When I consider that I've had a (mind- if not body-) crush on nearly all of my best teachers, I see that "seducation" pretty much had to happen.

I understand your desire to be portable. I love my bedroom furniture, which is heavy and wooden and real (as opposed to the Ikea and Staples stuff that dominates the rest of my apartment), but it means that whenever I pick up and move, professionals will have to be involved, whereas if I just had the cheap stuff, I could sell it and buy it anew for less than the cost of renting a U-Haul. On the other hand, I *do* like having real wall decorations. Which you've never seen. BECAUSE YOU REFUSE TO VISIT ME.

Yay to all of my friends (and me) getting the cleaning bug at once. But for heaven's sake, dear, a dustbuster can be purchased at Walgreen's, and is small enough to be considered portable. I even had one in my college dorm room. Jeez.

"Somewhere green" immediately took me to the Family Guy parody of said song, which I'll assume you haven't seen (you could probably KaZaA it, though) and so describe here: The recurring character of the old man pedophile down the street who's into Chris (and how great is it that he's a *recurring* character?) has Chris do chores for him, because Chris breaks his window, and the old man is watching Chris, and all of a sudden there's the song and dance sequence from Little Shop of Horrors and the bald old man in a very 50's dress. That right there is why I love Family Guy.

(Okay, actually you can watch the whole episode right here. You can thank me later.)

[byelka58]

My fault! I linked it wrong: underscore, not hyphen. You can listen now, if your media players are not sulking from aspersions cast upon them.

The German, in my opinion, reads:Who would have thought that the two of us couldn't put away a 15 lb. (7 KG) turkey? We made an honest effort, though. And it was delicious. Actually, very delicious. Absolutely totally delicious. Thoroughly extremely delicious. Which is to say, it tasted quite good. Only, we could have fed one or two of you as well. Or three. Five. Actually, maybe 10.
I don't post translations because I get an enormous kick out of seeing who bothers to Babelfish it, and how ludicrous it becomes. Also, in your case, to rub it in.

Sure, FFX and LotR are one and the same in that "a quest's a quest" way. In this case, I think you would need to be familiar with the end of FFX in order to see how well it fits the mood of "Into the West." Or, like me, you could resolve not to let your lack of familiarity with particular cultural tidbits prevent you from laughing at their connections to bits you do understand.

I have "real" wall decorations, they just aren't hanging on my walls as yet. Much in the way that I have every intention of visiting you, but show no signs of making it happen. You visited me, though; only I can't seem to find any record of it, so I don't know what your visitor and visit numbers are. (When did we play Scrabble at the coffee place across the street? It was warm enough that the windows there were open, yet I can't even remember which academic year it was. Irksome.) Anyway, I guess the point is you'll have to wait until I get a long-distance thing going with some guy in Philadelphia.

Which'll be about the time Jon Stewart makes you his queen, so you might want a back-up plan.