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• I can't wait to read the English version.
  by Gregoryno6

  Greg I have been emailing invoices for goods to be receipted and invoiced, have you complete all? I need to get most of the back ord…

  Greg I have been emailing invoices for goods to be receipted and invoiced, have you complete all? I need to get most of the back orders Down by end of month. If you have completed all then will re-send invoices This is a genuine email from a fellow worker. And compared to some of the gems I’ve received from her, this actually borders on being coherent. Why am I posting this? Because I am sick and tired of the lazy shits of the world, the useless tools who take their part of anything half way and then, when you complain, twist the issue around to put the blame on you. I’m also tired of management who hire incompetents and then tell the decent workers to ‘just fix it up and get on with it.’ This job finishes on Friday and not a fucking minute too soon.

• Suck, Squeeze, Bang, Blow!
  by Cathie Tranent

  Okay, now that I have your attention, could anyone tell me what form the Latin would take to read just that. I have used William Whi…

  Okay, now that I have your attention, could anyone tell me what form the Latin would take to read just that. I have used William Whitaker’s Words, which translate English to Latin, but there are so many forms, I don’t know which one is correct. The Latin I have is: bibo, bibere, bibi, bibitus – suck debatuo, debatuere, – bang spiro, spirare, spiravi, spiratus – blow (For those of you who are wondering … it’s the compression cycle for an internal combustion engine – and I want to add it to this shirt …. Thanks / C

• I've been meaning to ask.
  by Patricia L. Ballard

  Australians, what is the exact definition of the term “Going walk about”?

  Australians, what is the exact definition of the term “Going walk about”?

• English within English ruminations (?)
  by montdragon

  Dear Journal: / When you have a conversation do you say “period” at the end of a sentence. Or use bracket marks [{(brackets or braces)}], ...

  Dear Journal: / When you have a conversation do you say “period” at the end of a sentence. Or use bracket marks [{(brackets or braces)}], question marks?, exclamation marks! And quotation marks ‘ ” quotations marks OMG….just too confusing. I love words like confusable “there or their” and “to,too,two,2, ewe (just kidding u ewe)” and there are some really sneaky ones “weather whether wither.” I have that mad madness of dyslexia fun and funny I can spell dyslexic ten times out of ten, I think because it just looks wrong and dyslexia is very personal (personal personnel). / Children can be cruel but never as cruel as adults who should know better and choose to be cruel, kids’ learn from adults. I did not learn to read until I was twelve all the alphabet just “things” and words blocks of things a scramble, one day I remember it vividly the letters that were (we’re were where) words….were just that WORDS! Imagine that, I read everything that I could read most of the time three and four times I had no choice….wow not bad for an idiot…children are cruel but not as cruel as adults, like cold hearted teachers who could not teach or adults who are so smug with their ability to speak or write but have no ideas and never will. / English is the new Latin, it really is beautiful elegant infused with loan words growing and expanding new words invented and words welcomed to facilitate expedite and just making English in its variations the lingua franca supreme, I adore American-English. My first language was Spanish and Basque with some French and German a hodgepodge milieu a virtual Babel. What am I trying to say (?)…hey this is my journal so I can ruminate and meander with no rhyme or reason or give a hoot about grammar or structure just rant. OK nothing pisses me off more than when native English speakers demand that immigrants speak “English” usually by those that haven’t a clue about English (?) American-English, Canadian-English, and Australian-English it goes on….English within English varies and some words spelled the same may have a different meaning or use. Imagine an immigrant trying to master English and failing miserable a little bit like dyslexia. Daunting is an understatement letters words just don’t seem to make sense at all. And trying to speak English for some it is very difficult some do try and succeed others may never be able to speak English publicly. Reminds me of the time I was in Saudi Arabia of course they speak English publicly….how is your Arabic? Mine sucks. / Just a note I was born in the United States, California to be exact my forbearer’s arrived in the western hemisphere with the Spanish invasion of the Americas. I am still dyslexic and do my best to speak American-English and try not to misuse or slaughter the English language Oy Vey….ha ha! Tolerance patience (patient the Doctor will see you now) and being human not mano-a-mano…OMG another manifesto about mano-a-mano another time, words why they are all confusable in any language.

• English as a 2nd language
  by Lois Romer

  Seems I no longer understand english, even though it is the only language i know. / Maybe I need new glasses or an interpretor. Maybe …

  Seems I no longer understand english, even though it is the only language i know. / Maybe I need new glasses or an interpretor. Maybe I just stop reading then I can’t get it wrong.

• Medieval Music
  by adgray

  One of my creative passions is singing, in fact I sing better than I do write! [the spelling mistakes aren’t as noticeable!] / One aCapell…

  One of my creative passions is singing, in fact I sing better than I do write! [the spelling mistakes aren’t as noticeable!] / One aCapella choir I was in sang medieval music – church and madrigal stuff – and from this I have been privileged to have learned the first song ever written down. / “Sumer is icumen in” / The story goes a monk devised how to write music. He wanted to write a church piece but was told he couldn’t as that would devalue the music as sacred – only for church to hand down. So said monk went a wandering and came across peasants in the fields working – bringing in the hay. They were singing and the monk decided he couldn’t get into trouble writing a song they all knew anyway so he wrote it. / [But of course he got into trouble for not writing an honorable song as the first!] So: / As the men swung their scythes they sang in time: / / “Sing cuckoo oh-oh sing cuckoo” ......... over and over Over that the maids were singing a bright tune of the heralding of spring. / [for all you Nth Hemisphere people on here you shall like this!] ~ Bear in mind it is Old English – pronunciation & translation to come after Sumer is icumen in / Lhudde sing cuc-cu / Grow-eth sed and blow-eth med / And springth the w[o]de-nu / Sing cuc-cu / A-we bleteth after lomb lhouth / After calve cu / Bulluc sterteth buckeverteth / Murie sing cuc-cu / Cuc-cu, cuc-cu / Wel sing-es the cuc-cu / Ne swik thu naver nu / [Pronunciation:] Soo-mer iz u-coo-men i-i-in / Lou-deh sing coo-cuu / Grow-eth sed und blow-eth med / Und springth the whoa-de-nuu / Sing coo-cuu / Ah-way blair-teth after loo-omb loth / After cal-ve-coo / Bullock stair-teth book-eh-vair-teth / Moor-ee sing coo-cuu / Coo-cuu, coo-cuu / Well sing-ez the coo-cuu / Nair zwik the nah-vair-nuu / Translation - / Sumer is coming, loudly sing cuckoo / The seed grows and meadow blossoms / And wood now springs into leaf / Sing cuckoo / Ewe bleats after the lamb and cow / Lows after the calf / Bullock mounts and the buck breaks wind / [the bull mounts the cows and the deer buck sends out his musk sent to attract a doe] / Merrily sings the cuckoo / Cuckoo, cuckoo / Well sings the cuckoo. / Don’t stop now ! / [not stop you never now]_ / I was also fortunate to learn the first drinking song written down [I don’t think by the monk!] it’s a translation from German I think Tis women makes us love / tis love that makes us sad / tis sadness makes us drink / and drinking makes us mad! the whole issue of men and love and drink in one stanza! lol ~ these songs are around the late 1600s from memory / – but don’t quote me on that! lol Enjoy! ~ adg :o)

• That which we call a rose foul fowl language…hit and duck smells the same.
  by montdragon

  Dear Journal: / Expletive vulgarities are much antiquated sounding like dry slivers of breaking wind; you hear them and sadly read them he…

  Dear Journal: / Expletive vulgarities are much antiquated sounding like dry slivers of breaking wind; you hear them and sadly read them here and there, with limp impact by inarticulate particulate matter of flatulent chatter chattering chatterers. Fucking more like a quack quacking of fucking shit bags gagging over their giggle, just haranguing for a cheap bang bang of chirp, more humorously uttered udders milked by the sexes out of context, guys’ sound very dildo macho and girls just sound like silly cows. / Me thinks the Bard could screw with expletive vulgarities in a very Shakespearian way to strut the stuff upon a stage to shut the fuck up guffawing audiences. Pray yea knaves of both sexes conjugate conjugal mind intercourse, exploded like dry and dead whoring whores not worth the sweat to get the shaft up and rub it gently, why be gentle ram it and jam jamming betwixt the furry bush best to finger fingering the bush than to speak of such intimacies less intimate than explicative…oh howl from cheek to cheek jowl dropping….nay nay just bad manners…and so two star crossed lovers: / Julie Captivating: / ‘Tis but thy name that is my enemy; / Thou art thyself, though not a Vagina. / What’s Vagina? it is nor hand, nor foot, / Nor arm, nor face, nor any other part / Belonging to a man. O, be some other name! / What’s in a name? that which we call a fuck / By any other name would smell as sweet; / So Fuckhead would, were he not Fuckhead call’d, / Retain that dear perfection which he owes / Without that title. Fuckhead, doff thy name, / And for that name which is no part of thee / Take all myself. / I am not a prude and expletive vulgarities in context are very effective in relationship to the subject matter like pornography, standup comedy delivered in toilets, people with low self esteem articulating their lack of esteem and juvenile children testing their rite of passage. Fortunately most but not all see and hear how inane expletive vulgarities can and are immature…yup free speech is freedom when spoken elegantly to the best of one’s ability to engage in dialogue or express their heart mind and soul…I is still trying because I is ignorant. Like I said I am not a prude and usually not offended with expletive vulgarities in context but the profuse use of expletives does get nauseating when used gratuitously and thoughtlessly….WTF anyway…I can smile and even laugh at and with expletive vulgarities in context sometimes, but thoughtless ejaculations are just that ejaculations. / My humble apologies to the Bard, perhaps the greatest writer of them all, elegant with the fledging English language of his time…English now the New Latin to the world, embracing loaned borrowed words inventing new words the strength and vivacity, the joy de vivre of English. / Shit I feel so much fucking better having gotten that fucking piece of shit off my chest and out of my mind….just an earwig load of fucking shit screwing with my fucking brain….hum context.

• Problematic Week. Chapter 1
  by Persephoni

  Today is casual day at school, though I love to get dressed up in something other than the stupid school uniform, I find it hard to decid…

  Today is casual day at school, though I love to get dressed up in something other than the stupid school uniform, I find it hard to decide what to wear. / Either you wear something too casual, or too formal. Its an everyday struggle to find a perfect balance between the two. / In the end, I came up with the perfect outfit, well I thought anyway. / I wore a blue/white layered top, which I was given for christmas by an Aunty, underneith my new jumper from Jayjays. My jump is white with different coulouered hearts on it. Its got a hood and its short-sleeved. / We had to wear Jeans as it is Jean for Jeans day, so that was the easy part, I only have one good pair of jeans. / And finally because it was a cold and windy day, I wore my hooded jacket over the top, which I brought from Harbour Town for only $30. I’m coming to my end of year 12, but it’s not finished yet, due to me being completely dumb, and failing every of my five subjects (Design, Agriculture, English, Geography and History) The teachers have decided to cut three of my subjects, and come back next year to re-do them! / So this year I’m completeing English and Geography. Next year the rest. Not my idea of fun. five years of high school is bad enough. / But the bright side is that now I have like three or four study sessions a day. I think I should get on with my work now, I hope I can edit this later, I have heaps more to write about.

• I hate school, but who doesn't?
  by Persephoni

  I wonder what will happen if I fail english this year? I probably would have to try again next year. I really don’t want to. English suck…

  I wonder what will happen if I fail english this year? I probably would have to try again next year. I really don’t want to. English sucks, so does geography. This is the reason I chose to continue with these subject this year. I don’t think it matters if I pass Geography or not, and I don’t think that I will pass either of them. This is completely my fault, I have been really lazy all year, as a matter of fact, all my life, I have avoided doing homework. I havn’t felt like doing anything lately, I have been to tired to do the one thing that I enjoy most, drawing. The only thing that I have done the passed few weeks is either write in this blog, submit a few things play my DS. I’m becoming obsessed with Pokemon Mystery Dungeon at the moment. I have felt a huge need to complete the game asap. I’ve also been watching alot of TV. I have been sleeping more than usual and I haven’t been eating properly. (Only just resently I’ve felt like eating.) Maybe it is stress from school. People think that I don’t belive in myself. That I don’t think I’m capable of doing good in anything. That is partly right. All my life I have had to re-do things because I have’nt do it right. I can’t understand information properly. For some reson or the other, and whenever I do ask for help, I still don’t understand. So I am frequently asking for help over and over again until I give up, or I eventually understand (which is very unlikely) / Its like my brain works differently than everyone else. / And the one person I normally do understand starts to talk gibberish as soon as I ask for help. / Mum thinks she understands and tries to understand, but is explaining something completely different than the teachers. And as soon as I protest, we end up fighting, so now I don’t even bother. / My step dad is really smart, but if you ask one simple question, it takes him like half an hour to give you an answer, he just goes on and on… He needs to just get straight to the point! / When I ask my dad for help, he understands just as much as me. I think I get my understanding side from my dad. (He droped out of school.) That makes me feel so much better. =p / Mabe I should try and ask the dog, I probably would get better answers from her! / Well anyway I think I’ve carried on too much, let out my steam. Better get back to work! Toodles =]

• New Blog Entry
  by Persephoni

  This is so cool. I’ve only just joined a week ago and I’ve already got two watchers!! / I haven’t even uploaded anything!!! / Maybe I shou…

  This is so cool. I’ve only just joined a week ago and I’ve already got two watchers!! / I haven’t even uploaded anything!!! / Maybe I should. I have some old art work on my school profile, which I don’t like, but it could lead to some more watchers. and keep people happy. / And I’ve got a few stories that I have written for English. / Hopefully you will see some of them in a minute. / I read somewhere that it is better to upload just one or two artworks a day. Don’t ask me why, but I think I’ll do that. (I’ll look like I’ve been working really hard.) I’m going to fail school, me being sick has caused me to not be able to eat anything without feeling sick, and thus leading to me not being able to concentrate on anything. Hopefully the appointment next week clears up a few things. But until then I hope I can focus on my work. / Geography: My individual Report thing (mega hard) / English: Oral Presentation 2 + written report + Journal + Poem thing (which we just started. And I’ve only got a week left. So much for my future. Oh and I recommend you go see the movie 1408. I’ts totally cool. (made from a stephen king novel) Toodles Edit: So much for only uploading one thing. Lol

• Attention Vancouverites!
  by John Heil

  To all those Red Bubblers living and shooting photography in the Vancouver GVA area, please feel free to join the new Vancouver Group! ...

  To all those Red Bubblers living and shooting photography in the Vancouver GVA area, please feel free to join the new Vancouver Group! We are excited to have a place for the amazing photographers of Vancouver to share their work on Red Bubble. This is the first Vancouver group on RB, so please, join up and start sharing some of your wonderful photography. I know it’s out there! Click here for the new Vancouver Group page Thanks very much / John

• Woo hoo!
  by ablyth

  I’m one step closer to Dr-hood (starting a PhD). I’ve received very positive feedback on a draft proposal, and so with some more work (st…

  I’m one step closer to Dr-hood (starting a PhD). I’ve received very positive feedback on a draft proposal, and so with some more work (still confused with the word ‘bit’, in spoken English ‘a biit more work’ means a little; but ‘a BIT more work’, means a lot more effort is needed, and of course this was typed in an e-mail). If you want to know what, it’s about researching difficulties Japanese English-language learners have in listening, and finding teaching techniques to help them.

• Name Index
  by NameCulture

  The names have been designed on T-Shirt: Adam / Alex....

  The names have been designed on T-Shirt: Adam / Alex / Alice / Allan / Amy / Angela / Annie / Anthony / Barbara / Betty / Bill / Bob / Ben / Bruce / Carl / Carol / Caroline / Cathy / Chris / Chris / Christine / Christy / Cindy / Daniel / David / Debbie / Diana / Edward / Ellen / Emma / Eric / Frank / Gary / George / Gina / Helena / Hellen / Henry / Ivan / Jack / Jackson / James / Jane / Janet / Jason / Jennifer / Jenny / Jerry / Jessica / Jim / Jimmy / Joe / John / Joseph / Judy / Karen / Kavin / Keith / Larry / Leo / Lydia / Maggie / Mark / Mary / Mike / Nancy / Neil / Paul / Peter / Philip / Polly / Richard / Robert / Robin / Rose / Roy / Sandra / Sean / Sherry / Simon / Susan / Terry / Tim / tina / Tom / Tony / Tyler / Wendy / William

• Southern English
  by crzadkiewicz

  I love the South, the Deep South, that is; but then, what’s not to love about the South? For one, the people, overall, are far friendlier…

  I love the South, the Deep South, that is; but then, what’s not to love about the South? For one, the people, overall, are far friendlier and much more civil than people up North. I think it’s all that cold weather they experience north of the Mason Dixon Line. It chills folks to the very core, freezes their facial muscles, and makes it almost impossible for them to crack a smile. Another thing I love about the South is the food. It is unparalleled anywhere else in this country, or in the world for that matter. Who else but a true Southerner knows how to make real cornbread, biscuits, chicken and dumplings, fried chicken, blackberry cobbler, or grits? And speaking of grits, have you ever attempted to order grits in a Northern restaurant? Well, I have, and the look I received from the waitress remains with me even today. First, her eyes narrowed to tiny slits. Her lips twisted into a sneer. And she then said, “Grits?” (Making it sound like a profanity) before she burst into riotous, snorting laughter that must have been contagious since it proceeded to spread throughout the dining room—from diner to diner—like a swarm of mosquitoes on a sultry Southern evening. Well, all I can say is that if Northerners would sit down every morning and eat a warm bowl of grits, their mouths might thaw and allow them to smile. I also love our language. We Southerners speak English, yes, but it’s our own special English. We have so many unique words and sayings, for example, the word “ya’ll.” Nowhere else in this country do you hear people say, “Ya’ll come back now” or ya’ll anything, for that matter. Northerners, bless their little pea-picking hearts, say “youse guys or you’s guys” (I am unsure of the spelling—if there is one). As for people on the Pacific Coast, they say, “You guys,” which is a little easier to comprehend than “youse guys,” whereas Midwesterners say something, though I’m not sure exactly what; and people on the East Coast, up around Maine, simply say, “You,” both singular and plural, which is totally lacking in any linguistic color. My point is, no matter what any other region of this country uses for the plural of “you,” it simply cannot hold a candle to the little word “ya’ll,” which not only sounds good rolling off one’s lips but also makes perfect sense: You + all = ya’ll. Another great word in the Southern dialect is “yonder.” How I love that little word. It’s so useful in so many situations. Of course, Yankees who come down South have a really difficult time getting the hang of using the word. I know because my husband is a Yankee, originally from Buffalo, New York; and when he first moved to Georgia and heard people say things like “I’m going over yonder,” he thought Yonder was the name of a town and kept wondering exactly where it was and why it was so popular, given so many people were traveling to it on a regular basis. Then again, he did eventually learn (he’s a slow learner) that yonder was not a town at all but a direction; however, after almost 20 years now, he still hasn’t learned the little nuances connected to the use of ‘yonder’ when one is indicating a direction. What he can’t seem to grasp is that there’s a big, big difference between “over yonder,” “down yonder,” and “out yonder,” etc. See, for you other Yankees who might be reading this article, it’s like this: my neighbor’s house, which is across the street from my house, is “over yonder: New Orleans, which is south of Lafayette, where I live, is “down yonder;” but outside, meaning beyond the walls of my house, is “out yonder,” just as inside the house is “in yonder.” On the other hand, “over yonder’” can be used to imply that one is uncertain of exactly where something or someplace is located; for example: He asked, “Honey, where’s the remote. / She shrugged. “I ain’t sure. Most likely over yonder.” And that brings me to another word, one that isn’t unique to the South except in how it’s used. It is also another word my dear hubby misinterpreted when he first arrived in Georgia, although, as with “yonder,” he did eventually learn its Southern meaning. That word is “carry.” When my husband heard someone say, “I’m gonna go carry Mama to the store,” he thought that person was literally going to go pick up his mama, sling the poor woman across his back, and lug her all the way to the nearest store. That, of course, isn’t the case. When we Southerners say we are “gonna go carry Mama to the store,” or anywhere else for that matter, we are simply going to get in our pickup truck, drive over to our mama’s house, allow her to get into our pickup truck with us, although she might have to shove our hound dog aside and move our beer cooler, after which we are going to drive our Mama to her destination, which, in this case, is the store. Yankees! Gotta love ‘em. But they sure could use some lessons in how to cook and how to speak proper English.