April 21st, 2005

breeden

Random memage--fun with lyrics!

Take lyrics to a song, paste them to Google Language Tools. Translate them from English to German, then from German to French, then from French back to English. Post the lyrics on your blog and ask people to guess what song it is.


It makes with D the edge of the city it goes on D the rail, if if where D shift viaduct to emerge, like a bird of a destiny like him and it fissures where a secrecy fires, are not in D whirr cable hey man, you know its never turn over you behind D square, D bridge, D mill, D pile seize storm come high in an imposing way a man in dusty black a red layer the hand become to him to roll up to you his arm in D edge, you declare that you have a passage litle his good a boy become to him to put with fire still all D dreams to take lifespan you to him to destroy it become to him to reach deeply in D drilling, if you know that you are never indeed returning to him a god are, it is a man, are him a spirit, are him Guru who it is however his names by this country verschwindene whispering, in his layer a red right hand dissimulated


(This would be really hard if one key phrase hadn't translated beautifully...)
breeden

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Finch sex on the feeder. Weird little dynamics to this scene--male has a brief, flapping encounter with a female. Second female, also on the feeder waits for this to end, then chases the first female grumpily off. Hmm. Male cardinal, unmoved by this display of avian erotica, sits cracking sunflower seeds with his orange can-opener beak. The cat, unmoved by pretty much anything, continues to snooze. The dog next door, deeply moved by practically everything, barks hysterically, as he has been doing, with various levels of shrillness, for the last two hours, more or less nonstop.

I love animals. Really, I do. I want to beat the owners more than the dog. However, much more of this, and my irritation will begin to spill over. It's too hot to keep the doors closed, but the barking...the endless barking...

http://www.poemhunter.com/p/m/poem.asp?poet=8221&poem=168155
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I have a Ganesh lunch box!

My buddy Carlota brought me a little metal lunch box--for lack of a better term, since it'd be quite a small lunch--which has the ever-lovely Ganesh on it. I am all stoked. It's a perfect size for pens and colored pencils, and has a much larger carrying capacity than my trusty leather pencil pouch. Woo! I will take it to Anthrocon. I dunno how many obstacles are likely to need removal, but by Saturday night, I am generally badly in need of infinite compassion. And sleep. Getting the sleep may be more than a god can manage, though, so I'll hold out for infinite compassion.