*Crystalline* Eat Death, Trills.
It is a fact commonly known to those whose tongues have been physically retarded by trill-less English that all trills should be put to death.
Guillotine the rr! Take off its head!
Yes, yes, I'm taking elementary Spanish. I have eight useless years of "como estas?" and colores en espanol, two years of Latin, but mostly Spanish is the best option for the required two "college" years (4 levels). I could endure its enforcement better than any other language...except for the trill. O Horrors, and it is immersion Spanish!
A classmate in Shakespeare and Linguistics began her third Spanish semester and has been frightening me with nonchalant tales of ten-minute oral presentations and leading 40-minute class discussions. >:O
I've whined and pined for Japanese; however, for that I'd better capture a tutor who'd be a slave to my pace rather than to the semester.
A coworker has happily described his three years of college Japanese...watching subtitled anime every week. Bastard.
So. Does the Spanish trill exist at the front or the back of the mouth? (Does it crawl in through the ear?) Is it the flick of the tongue, as I suspect, or could it pass as a vibrating in the throat? Jeezychreezycrackersmack, I can only manage the throat roll. Which easily turns to a growl-purr.
MMMM, how delicious, how smashing it is that meaning hinges on the trill! For instance, pero is "but" and perro is "dog." On a bad day, my tongue can't make the distinction. Good day, I can go for the probably wrong throat roll, or a half-formed tongue flicker. Like...you know, the tongue curls slightly behind the front teeth, pressing to the roof's edge, and it's supposed to do this quick double flicker thing for the "rr." Mine stops at the first drop.
Maybe I could get really good at the throat roll so it sounds like a genuine flicker-trill.
Does this link work for anyone? I'm supposed to look at it for tomorrow's class, but it's been down.
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The Barely Straitjacketed Rant
Fucking UNO parking.
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My affable Shakespeare professor wants us to purchase 1997 Norton editions of said writer's complete works, but I have a better idea. How about I save 70 dollars--that's right, keep it in the bank--and use my personal 2000 Oxford print of said writer's complete works. It is the same thing. Different play plot summary introductions, but hardly a significant point. Plus, mine has creamier, thicker pages with blacker ink. And it's bigger.
Talk to the hand, professor! I'm usi--no!I'm--I'm USING IT! FANGS OUT! *froth froth*
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The textbook rage still lives within me. But I will move on.
Snakes On A Plane was brilliant. Anyone else see it?
The Descent, hmm. It was strong until the very end, which I heard was an American alteration. It was the cheesiest, the stupidest, almighty cliche spook ending ever. The movie was geniunely scary, but my only other complaint was Sarah's tragedy at the start. What was the point of that? And the dumb little girl flashbacks?
*sigh* The doked-up adrenaline fades. My eyes are blind-spotting the hell out of me.
Me: *BLACK SPOT* Spider?!...No. *BLACK SPOT* GUH?
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Which Colossal Death Robot Are You?
Brought to you by Rum and Monkey
But of course "token negotiations, then mortal combat."
In closing:
My goddamn rock solid ghetto shiznit name is Rectal Teapot, Yo.
What's yours?
Powered by Rum and Monkey.
I think that's intimidating. :D
Guillotine the rr! Take off its head!
Yes, yes, I'm taking elementary Spanish. I have eight useless years of "como estas?" and colores en espanol, two years of Latin, but mostly Spanish is the best option for the required two "college" years (4 levels). I could endure its enforcement better than any other language...except for the trill. O Horrors, and it is immersion Spanish!
A classmate in Shakespeare and Linguistics began her third Spanish semester and has been frightening me with nonchalant tales of ten-minute oral presentations and leading 40-minute class discussions. >:O
I've whined and pined for Japanese; however, for that I'd better capture a tutor who'd be a slave to my pace rather than to the semester.
A coworker has happily described his three years of college Japanese...watching subtitled anime every week. Bastard.
So. Does the Spanish trill exist at the front or the back of the mouth? (Does it crawl in through the ear?) Is it the flick of the tongue, as I suspect, or could it pass as a vibrating in the throat? Jeezychreezycrackersmack, I can only manage the throat roll. Which easily turns to a growl-purr.
MMMM, how delicious, how smashing it is that meaning hinges on the trill! For instance, pero is "but" and perro is "dog." On a bad day, my tongue can't make the distinction. Good day, I can go for the probably wrong throat roll, or a half-formed tongue flicker. Like...you know, the tongue curls slightly behind the front teeth, pressing to the roof's edge, and it's supposed to do this quick double flicker thing for the "rr." Mine stops at the first drop.
Maybe I could get really good at the throat roll so it sounds like a genuine flicker-trill.
Does this link work for anyone? I'm supposed to look at it for tomorrow's class, but it's been down.
***
The Barely Straitjacketed Rant
Fucking UNO parking.
***
My affable Shakespeare professor wants us to purchase 1997 Norton editions of said writer's complete works, but I have a better idea. How about I save 70 dollars--that's right, keep it in the bank--and use my personal 2000 Oxford print of said writer's complete works. It is the same thing. Different play plot summary introductions, but hardly a significant point. Plus, mine has creamier, thicker pages with blacker ink. And it's bigger.
Talk to the hand, professor! I'm usi--no!I'm--I'm USING IT! FANGS OUT! *froth froth*
***
...
...
The textbook rage still lives within me. But I will move on.
Snakes On A Plane was brilliant. Anyone else see it?
The Descent, hmm. It was strong until the very end, which I heard was an American alteration. It was the cheesiest, the stupidest, almighty cliche spook ending ever. The movie was geniunely scary, but my only other complaint was Sarah's tragedy at the start. What was the point of that? And the dumb little girl flashbacks?
*sigh* The doked-up adrenaline fades. My eyes are blind-spotting the hell out of me.
Me: *BLACK SPOT* Spider?!...No. *BLACK SPOT* GUH?
***
Which Colossal Death Robot Are You?
Brought to you by Rum and Monkey
But of course "token negotiations, then mortal combat."
In closing:
My goddamn rock solid ghetto shiznit name is Rectal Teapot, Yo.
What's yours?
Powered by Rum and Monkey.
I think that's intimidating. :D