'War Stories'
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
JRRT's day job was a linguistics professor. Don't try this at home.
Tolkien learned Latin, French and German from his mother, and while at school he learned Middle English, Old English, Finnish, Gothic, Greek, Italian, Old Norse, Spanish, Welsh, and Medieval Welsh. He was also familiar with Danish, Dutch, Lombardic, Norwegian, Russian, Swedish, Middle Dutch, Middle High German, Middle Low German, Old High German, Old Slavonic, and Lithuanian.
It is not. It may affect your geek cred in general, it won't hurt the novel you are writing.
I wasn't being entirely serious. Ironically, I don't read a lot of fantasy. I do have a made up language, but I just have a very few words and a couple of very simple rules. I'm not attempting to really make up something. Hmmm... faking a language, I think I might have a blog post subject.
Hello, my bitches. I speak neither Quenya nor Sindarin nor Vulcan nor... well, you get the point. I do speak passable French and Romanian, though. Buna ziua, tutoror, mi-e dor de voi ceva strasnic.
So, um, I tried to Rip Off the Bandaid, and ended up even more stuck. As in, I had my hand ON THE DOORKNOB and my bag o' stuff, but ended up talking it out. Again. There were Mitigating Factors on both sides, and so I'm really going to give it a go. ::shrugs:: I know, don't give me that face, but I'm good with it.
I've decided that I want to wear a corset to Kristin and ND's shindig, and that means I must buy one. I love the Louise Black peacock corset I linked to earlier, but it sounds like she's even further behind than usual and from what Jilli's said I may not want to count on her for a specific event. Sooo... buy another one as a backup, right? I get to buy two corsets? C'mon, Bitches, enable me!
I know, don't give me that face, but I'm good with it.
Honey, as long as you're happy. You're happy, right?
smonster, you definitely must have as many corsets as you please. I think it will make people's brains melt from how hot you will look, but that's ok, they didn't need 'em all that much anyway.
they didn't need 'em all that much anyway.
Seriously. I haven't used this old thing in years, now -- bring on the hawt.
Honey, as long as you're happy. You're happy, right?
I am happy. I'm thinking of him fondly now as My Hermit Boy.
Or as in, did the languages appear in the movies and official novels and have a recognizable pattern, allowing for translation?
I guess it depends on what kind of "recognizable pattern." Let's say Jabba says ten words to his aid, who then brings him a cup of coffee. We can probably assume one of those words is "coffee" (OK, ignoring the possibility that "coffee" might be more than one word in Jabba's language.) Then let's say Jabba says eight words, and his assistant turns the humidifier up. But three of those words are words he used when he asked for coffee. So you just keep on doing this, where essentially you're solving many simultaneous equations, until you conclude that "narnar-uuf" has to = "coffee".
Is that what people do?
Honey, as long as you're happy. You're happy, right?
Vortex has a good point. Please be happy. You deserve to be loved, respected and accepted by both lovers and friends.
Sooo... buy another one as a backup, right? I get to buy two corsets? C'mon, Bitches, enable me!Maybe Hermit Boy should get ya one! It benefits him too, no?
Honey, as long as you're happy. You're happy, right?This, very much.
but...now I'm thinking maybe I SHOULD take her up on it. Cause I already know she can write a very hot email fantasy. Ahem.Dude! GO FOR IT! Sounds like a fun match.
The Girl is sitting next to me with one sock on. "Why do you have one sock on?" I ask. "I just do," she says.Was it JUST one sock, or one sock and other clothes. Maybe she was flirting with ya? (yup, still kinda clueless on reading the flirt).
Shop cat is making it difficult to do work. He flops on the desk and demands, DEMANDS to be pet. The nerve! Who am I to say no. Especially when he purrs so readily.
