I'm beginning to realize E-Fren's job may be even more boring than mine. Says she: "You continue to inspire me to reach even greater levels of procrastination." She's taken my babelfish poetry idea and run with it, providing us these small gems:
1. Mares eat oats and does eat oats and little lambs eat ivy, a kid'll eat ivy too, wouldn't you? (English-Dutch/Dutch-French/French-German/German-English)The stuten eat oats and eat oats and eat the small lambs not also klimop kid'll klimop you eat?2. On top of spaghetti, all covered with cheese, I lost my poor meatball when somebody sneezed. (English-Italian/Italian-French/French-Greek/Greek-English)
In the top in spaghetti from entire that is covered the cheese, I have lost poor polpetta my while partial it has fternjstej'.3. Little Miss Muffet, sat on a tuffet, eating her curds and whey. Along came a spider who sat down beside her and frightened Miss Muffet Away. (Very simply from English to Japanese and back again.)
Muffet which sits down in tuffet it is small, her card and the milk it will do you eat. Paralleling, Muffet which calls also the ? on her side which comes, surprises.4. Oh that this too too solid flesh would melt, thaw and resolve itself into a dew. Or that the everlasting had not fixed it's cannon 'gainst self slaughter. (English-Portugese/Portugese-French/French-German/German-English)
Oh, which continues this meat, would melt for thaw and in a rope would decide cleanly. Or that everlasting had not repaired, it is meeting cannon at self self more slaughter.5. When the moon is in the seventh house, and Jupiter aligns with Mars, then peace will guide the planet and love will rule the stars. (English-Korean/Korean-English/English-Dutch/Dutch-French/French-German/German-English)
The month is at a sieved household, and Jupiter freezing of anger the that, which confirmed by the time peace the planet leads, if and the love will prevail the star.
Meanwhile, my computer is having one of those days where even with nothing running the Task Manager says the CPU is at 78% capacity - so something on my system is seriously borked. Which is sad because there's actually quite a bit to post today, including a brand newly minted Despatcher writing in from Santiago, Chile. Stay tuned.
Posted by rjt at May 2, 2005 10:58 AMYes my job IS more boring than your job. Especially at 7:00 on a Sunday morning!
Posted by: E-Freni at May 3, 2005 01:08 AMWhen Gregor Samsa woke one morning from unsettling dreams, he found himself changed in his bed into a montsrous vermin.
From the Portuguese:
When Gregor Samsa woke up above of one morning of the dreams unsettling, met changed in its bed in one vermin monstrous.