In browsing through my referral logs, I notice that someone used Google to translate my page into Spanish. It is quite a shocker to see a clutch of things that one wrote translated into a different language. I know that sounds dumb, but that was my initial impression. I have read some German translations (I have some facility with German), and the translation is often very literal and therefore often very wrong and sometimes quite funny. Not knowing more than a dozen words in Spanish, I cannot tell how accurate this translation is. All I know is that I think it looks pretty cool.
I particularly liked the names of some of the sites (those for which a translation was possible) on my blogroll. Can you figure out which sites these are?
Bog De Jack
Insulto Final
Iaques De Yakety
Como Apelando
Attu Vê Tudo
uma vitória pequena
eu odeio povos stupid
Patty Do Peppermint
Suco Do Balão
Goddess De Da
Linha De Poder
Venom Elétrico
Sgt. Gancho
O Lobo Rir
Não completamente chá e Crumpets
Na Terceira Mão
Direita Nós Somos (Fechado)
Gazette De Mudville
A Loja Do PaÃs
Único Guy Do sul
Universo De Ravenwood
Canção De Resurrection
A Experiência Das Colheres
Salad Lateral
Tigre (an easy one!)
Jornal De Serenity
Jay Verbosity De solo
Esboços da tensão (fechada)
Na Roupa De Sheeps
Guy Do Branco De Straignt
O Queijo Está Sozinho
Tentar a Grok
Check out the whole page.
After all that, I could really go for a burrito and a beer.
Update: I have been advised that the language is Portuguese, not Spanish. I have now removed any doubt about my ignorance of both languages.
Deb, the Accidental Jedi is taking a break, for how long remains unclear. It is the blogosphere’s loss. I, for one, am hoping that her decision is born of the holiday crazies that we all experience in one form or another and to one degree or another, and that she’ll be back after the apple drops in Times Square.
Cousin Jack posts a funny-as-hell picture of Saddam. The post gets a link from Instapundit and from National Review Online, and the next thing you know Jack gets 20,000 plus hits.
Nice going, Jack.
Does your office have a lottery pool? Santa’s elves are no different.
Thanks to Gerry for the laugh.
One of the people who take the time to read this blog from time to time has taken the plunge and fired up his own blog. It appears that he is off to a good start. Check out “Run That By Me Again.â€
Not too long ago, I came across Pamibe, although I cannot remember how I found my way there. I liked it, and added it to my bookmarks. Since then, I’ve been a regular, so for my ease of reading and your enjoyment, I am happy to add Pam’s site to the Blogroll.
Go forth and read.
OMIGOD!! What a surprise!! I would like to thank members of the Academy, my agent, Murray, and ….. Ooops! Wrong speech.
Alas, Parkway Rest Stop did not win, although it made an impressive showing, given the quality of the competition. I do want to thank the four people who each voted 19 times all those who voted for me.
I would also like to thank Kevin at Wizbang for all his hard work and for providing us with a generous helping of fun.
In June, I recommended, in this post, that you check out Wing, and I told you that you would not be sorry. I trust you weren’t. Well, Wing is now singing Christmas songs. I particularly liked “Jingle Bells.†Go listen.
The CD would make a great stocking stuffer.
Note: Please swallow what you are drinking before going to the site. You’ve been warned.
I am not terribly proud to say that I have experienced all of the following at one time or another, more than I care to remember.
Cheers!!
One Star Hangover (*)
No pain. No real feeling of illness. You’re able to function relatively well
However, you are still parched. You can drink 5 sodas and still feel this
way. For some reason, you are craving a steak & fries.
Two Star Hangover (**)
No pain, but something is definitely amiss. You may look okay, but you have
the mental capacity of a staple gun. The coffee you are chugging is only
increasing your rumbling gut, which is still tossing around the fruity
pancake from the 3:00 AM Waffle House excursion. There is some definite
havoc being wreaked upon your bowels.
Three Star Hangover (***)
Slight headache. Stomach feels crappy. You are definitely not productive.
Anytime a girl walks by you gag because her perfume reminds you of the
flavoured schnapps shots your alcoholic friends dared you to drink. Life
would be better right now if you were home in your bed watching Lucy reruns.
You’ve had 4 cups of coffee, a gallon of water, 3 iced teas and a diet Coke
— yet you haven’t peed once.
Four Star Hangover (****)
Life sucks. Your head is throbbing. You can’t speak too quickly or else you
might puke. Your boss has already lambasted you for being late and has given
you a lecture for reeking of booze. You wore nice clothes, but that can’t
hide the fact that you only shaved one side of your face. (For the ladies,
it looks like you put your make-up on while riding the bumper cars.) Your
eyes look like one big red vein, and even your hair hurts. Your sphincter is
in perpetual spasm, and the first of about five shits you take during the
day brings water to the eyes of everyone who enters the bathroom.
Five Star Hangover (*****)
You have a second heartbeat in your head, which is actually annoying the
employee who sits in the next cube. Vodka vapour is seeping out of every
pore and making you dizzy. You still have toothpaste crust in the corners of
your mouth from brushing your teeth in an attempt to get the remnants of the
poop fairy out. Your body has lost the ability to generate saliva so your
tongue is suffocating you. You don’t have the foggiest idea who the hell the
stranger was passed out in your bed this morning. Any attempt to defecate
results in a fire hose like discharge of alcohol-scented fluid with a rare
floater’ thrown in. The sole purpose of this ‘floater’ seems to be to splash
the toilet water all over your ass. Death sounds pretty good about right
now…
Thanks to my friend Russ, a Navy vet (of course).
SADDAM CAUGHT!
The world is a better place today.
Image lifted from Ipse Dixit.
