OMG.
Natter 43: I Love My Dead Gay Whale Crosspost.
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
The original article stated plainly that "in reality, no patient has yet tried to communicate in Klingon," and noted that the county health department wasn't actually spending any money to hire Klingon interpreters but simply adding Klingon to a list of languages for which interpreters might be needed someday.
bah! one again reality overcomes the fun of fiction!
I almost want to learn Klingon, just so I can read the porn....
I found an online Klingon translator: [link]
Sorry there is no translation in our database for Fuck me hard..
Sorry there is no translation in our database for The penguins have escaped..
Bah. What's the point?
Klingon is obviously not a natter-friendly language: is there Klingon for Pandas? Ponies? Pirates?
What good is a language that has no word for penguin, I ask you?
Perhaps they have only a word for space-penguin.
is there Klingon for Pandas? Ponies? Pirates?
Not for 'pirate' or 'pony.'
IOLanguageN: Word of the day: Froschmausekrieg
OK, it's German (sort of), but like schadenfreude, schnitzel, and schnauzers, it's easily adopted. George Dyson explains:
My favorite (descriptive if not lengthy) German word is Froschmausekrieg. It means "war between the frogs and the mice" and the file in this photo was so named by Helen Dukas (Einstein's secretary and literary executor) to describe the long and bitter dispute between the School of Math and the School of Social Science at the Institute for Advanced Study. A good word to know when facing such a dispute.
After several repetitions, I had to spell it out and explain that I had quit and was taking another job with another group.
Hmm. What I think is happening here is that everyone knows I'm leaving, so they're all bombarding me with work before I go, because there certainly isn't going to be anyone else they can ask to do it after next week.
'tis the season for multi-culti outdoor student festivals. Which means Thai food made by some of my very favorite minions (and I would've said that even before they fed me, but hey, bonus). And lots of other little food booths and things, which I didn't have, because, duh, Thai. And a rather bad DJ. And the Flash is wandering around loose on campus again, although this Flash appeared to be female, unlike the one flea saw in the library the other day.