they didn't need 'em all that much anyway.

Seriously. I haven't used this old thing in years, now -- bring on the hawt.

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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.

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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?

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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.

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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.

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(here is where I start to go OFF)

Lucas is a hack. There are no "languages", at all, canon or otherwise, in Star Wars. What George did was make funny transliterations for comedic effect. It isn't even like the faux-Klingonese (or klingonaase) that James Doohan crafted for the first "Star Trek" film, that was then shoehorned into TNG canon.

Tolkien only really started writing fiction as a vehicle for his invented languages; while not exactly true, the waaaaay-geeky Tolkienophile joke is "at 7, he knew 7 languages; at 21, he knew 21".

Sindarin is Gaelic in syntax and pronunciation; Quenya is Finnish (hah!). Sindarin is the common tongue of all Elves in Middle-earth; Quenya is the Latin of Elves, and only commonly spoken in the Uttermost West. In his notes, Tolkien remarked that Sindarin is more highly evolved, while Quenya is more primitive (there are even notes about "proto-Quenya", which is like Sanskrit) - and so Sindarin was more interesting to him to fiddle with. That's why there was enough in the corpus to allow David Salo to do his linguistic work for PJ's films.

(and now, I stop typing and go back to work)

See? Start me on Tolkien, and you'll all stick knives in your eyes to escape the deluge.

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t cannot resist pulling out my geek cred

I sang in a Lord of the Rings Symphony concert. Two years in a row.

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:: sits in awe of Stunt Husband ::

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What George did was make funny transliterations for comedic effect.

That's what I've always thought.

So I guess we'll never know how Jabba asks for coffee....

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Does Jabba ASK for anything?

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