One of many awkward me-affiliated places.
Time-Dependent SemiPublic Memory Bank,
Super Secret Dumping/Proving Ground,
Displaced Miscellany Collection,
3 Hours in the Future (EST)
“…flatulence may, in casual circumstances and especially among children, be used as either a humorous supplement to a joke, or as a comic activity in and of itself. The social acceptability of flatulence-based humor in entertainment and the mass media varies over the course of time and between cultures.”
Oh, humorous supplements. It isn’t that nothing has changed in the last 26 years in terms of what I find hilarious, but I think the change has been a broadening of field without any shift in perspective. In that sense, 011111 year old ME is even MORE easily amused than 5 year old me.
“Dawn represents the past, noon the present and night the future.”
I am a little uncomfortable right now with how much I like this guy’s graphical additions to wikipedia. However, based on the number of bull-fighter images he’s added, I’m thinking he might be a little less into ladies and more into…YES, I’M STILL NOT WORKING…pokémon.
(ed.: Including the 2nd person plural as not just the 3rd person plural implies enough Spain-ishness that he probably sounds like he has a lisp.)
“Okay, if Pizza Hut is not actually referring to a Hat of Pizza, then why is their logo a hat?”
(This was followed by about a minute of weasely prevarication as I tried to simultaneously explain the possibility that it was just a coincidence and reaffirm to myself that it was just a coincidence.)
Here is how we got there:
DEU: *Holds up badge holder* What is this called? ME: A lanyard. Or as you would call it in Deutsch…*type-type-click*der lanyard. DEU: *looking over shoulder at german wikipedia page* ah! No, that is not the word. Ah, Bändel. ME: What’s that word? *clicks on Fangschnur”. scans German page. Sees the word “Cowboyhut”, next to a picture of a tiny sombrero. Clicks on “Cowboyhut”. Realizes “hut” is the additional Germanic syllable indicating “hat”. Sudden tremors at core.*
There are many sentences on the wikipedia page for Buffalo buffalo Buffalo buffalo buffalo buffalo Buffalo buffalo that I like. I also think the simplified parse tree of that sentence is on the borderline of incorrect; in as much as while “Buffalo” is a proper noun, it is being used adjectivally: the capital letter is just a red herring. I should have herring for dinner. I shouldn’t have had that second cup of coffee. And I want to blame the coffee for this sinking feeling, but I know that’s not it. That is not it at all.
“I have seen the moment of my greatness flicker…and in short, I was afraid.”
“Simplify your complicated linguistic constructs.” That is the primary note I get. From La in 1997, from ERW in 2011.
So…I just like weird communication, cf. adventures with sign language, braille, cuneiform, whistled language, [redacted—ill timed quip about “morose” code] and so on. I almost became an encryption person (wrong reference, but sort of related), but my fear of computers led to a dropped major. Becoming a Ph.ake Doctor seemed a much better choice, where I could keep enigmas wrapped in riddles wrapped in vests, for personal entertainment instead of forcing myself to view them as “work” albeit with tasty machines. I make other stuff instead and still occasionally play with robots, so it isn’t as tragic as it sounds.
But, yes, the internet is a weird and delightful place. I don’t, in fact, have a ham radio for probably the same reason I don’t have pets: a Major Tom-like existence is probably a universal default for a certain kind of odd person if they don’t make the occasional awkward foray into meat-space. Getting too comfortable is dangerous.
Anyhow. See wikipedia: Major Tom. (How neat is that?!) That should be required reading.
Although it can be understood by members of other species, it is extremely difficult for those with non-Wookiee physiology to speak. Conversely, Wookiee mouthparts physically cannot create the sounds of Galactic Basic, thus while Wookiees such as Chewbacca can understand characters speaking Basic, he cannot speak it. In Timothy Zahn’s “Heir to the Empire”, Leia Organa Solo encounters a Wookiee with a speech impediment which conveniently renders his Shyriiwook pronunciation much easier to understand by Leia.
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Galactic Basic ≈ Wookiee Lisp
0/3 of the proposals, 0/10 of the letters, and 0/2 of the manuscripts I came here to write/edit/rejigger have been touched. I’ve got 5 hours before I have to go anywhere.
Upside: I feel like I’ve learned a whole lot today, maybe about myself being a little too proud of a quip about programming.
New Jersey’s state seal was designed by Pierre Eugene du Simitiere and presented in May, 1777, to the Legislature, which was then meeting in the Indian King Tavern in Haddonfield.
The three plows in the shield honor the state’s agricultural tradition. The helmet above the shield faces forward, an attitude denoting sovereignty and thus particularly fitting for one of the first governments created under the notion that the state itself is the sovereign. The crest above the helmet is a horse’s head.
Some answers just perennially work: few things depict sovereignty like a severed horse’s head.
And there is another charm about him, namely, that he puts animals in a pleasing light and makes them interesting to mankind. For after being brought up from childhood with these stories, and after being as it were nursed by them from babyhood, we acquire certain opinions of the several animals and think of some of them as royal animals, of others as silly, of others as witty, and others as innocent.
You may remember him from such films as: Christmas Ape, Christmas Ape goes to Summer Camp, Gladys the Groovy Mule, The Seven-Year Old Bitch, Look Who’s Still Oinking, Birds: Our Fine Feathered Colleagues, Earwigs, Ew!, Fuzzy Bunny’s Guide to You-Know-What, and Stop the Planet of the Apes, I Want to Get Off.
Surely I knew the M in RMS stood for McClure, right? Where’s my domestic mongoose?
The Russian onomatopoeia for the sound cats make, i.e., low continuous vibratory sounds usually expressing contentment, is “Mrrrrr”. From “мурлыканье”. That might not be the rrright number of R’s (or р’s).
I had forgotten that I make a similar sound, which I usually keep to myself after a particularly horrifying incident when I learned that humming was something people could hear outside of my head (1989, old enough to know better). But, as I was sitting alone in here, I realized that the purr-box was on (that was what this guy used to call it, but I always assumed he was talking about a cat) and it was me. Apparently, sometimes I still sit and growl. There is surely a finer line between growl and purr and groan than the quick access literature is implying. This is gonna be a great 6 weeks alone; we’re gonna learn a lot about me.
If I were a linguist, I’d always have my mind in the guttural.
“When you say hill,” the Queen interrupted, “I could show you hills, in comparison with which you’d call that a valley.”
“No, I shouldn’t,” said Alice, surprised into contradicting her at last: “a hill can’t be a valley, you know. That would be nonsense—”
The Red Queen shook her head, “You may call it ‘nonsense’ if you like,” she said, “but I’ve heard nonsense, compared with which that would be as sensible as a dictionary!”
—Through the Looking Glass by Lewis Carroll
When is a thing a thing, and what is it about that thing that makes it not some other thing?
See also: saddles, pringles, Richard Llewellyn, etc.
That super-nice Mountain Viewy guy was explaining a project he was working on to me earlier and had sent this image as a “Holy Grail” for what they were planning.
And I looked at it from a ways away and it is beautiful, right? But then I clicked on the close-up and it’s horrifying. And I was like, “Dude! Wrong film: that’s some Ark of the Covenant level madness. You’re supposed to warn me to shut my eyes!”
Is it too soon for face-melting quips? It hit 104F on site today. It still feels too soon. Anyhow, I only share because it is impressive and my face did not melt off. But I still warn about the close-up view, even though that is not my role in the story.
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[Something was quoted here, but I fail at proper referencing to myself all the time.]
… I knew stuff about Morse code.
And while those skills haven’t stayed, my love of befriending people I will never meet in real life continues.
Case in point.
.— …. .- - -. . .-. -.. - .- … - .. -.-. -.-. —- -. …- . .-. … .- - .. —- -. … .— . .— —- ..- .-.. -.. …. .- …- . —. ..- -.— ..-. .-. —- — - …. . ..-. .. …- . -… -.— ..-. .. …- . -.-. …. .- - .-. —- —- —
So…I just like weird communication, cf. adventures with sign language, braille, cuneiform, whistled language, [redacted—ill timed quip about “morose” code] and so on. I almost became an encryption person (wrong reference, but sort of related), but my fear of computers led to a dropped major. Becoming a Ph.ake Doctor seemed a much better choice, where I could keep enigmas wrapped in riddles wrapped in vests, for personal entertainment instead of forcing myself to view them as “work” albeit with tasty machines. I make other stuff instead and still occasionally play with robots, so it isn’t as tragic as it sounds.
But, yes, the internet is a weird and delightful place. I don’t, in fact, have a ham radio for probably the same reason I don’t have pets: a Major Tom-like existence is probably a universal default for a certain kind of odd person if they don’t make the occasional awkward foray into meat-space. Getting too comfortable is dangerous.
Anyhow. See wikipedia: Major Tom. (How neat is that?!) That should be required reading.](http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lrdjvdpNUI1qauqmuo1_400.jpg)
![That super-nice Mountain Viewy guy was explaining a project he was working on to me earlier and had sent this image as a “Holy Grail” for what they were planning.
And I looked at it from a ways away and it is beautiful, right? But then I clicked on the close-up and it’s horrifying. And I was like, “Dude! Wrong film: that’s some Ark of the Covenant level madness. You’re supposed to warn me to shut my eyes!”
Is it too soon for face-melting quips? It hit 104F on site today. It still feels too soon. Anyhow, I only share because it is impressive and my face did not melt off. But I still warn about the close-up view, even though that is not my role in the story.
[Grim context. Top men working on this, indeed.]](http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/b/b3/San_Francisco_in_ruin_edit2.jpg)
