Random Thoughts IV: the Abyss Gazes Back

[Hygro]

I was waiting for the part where they all cheered and you delivered.

 

[EgonSpengler]

Wait, Ryika is Awkwafina irl? Suddenly all the pieces fall into place.

 

[metatron]

Ich fahre nicht Auto is acceptable. It's not proper Deutschlehrerdeutsch (German teacher German), but it's something an ordinary German would say and understand.

Ich fahre keine Auto is not correct. It's the kind of Ausländerdeutsch (foreigner German) that non-native speakers say when they don't know that cars are male.
It should be "Ich fahre kein Auto".

Dude, you said "Auto" way too many times.

So... me and a school colleague of mine are at a bar. I tell him about what music I like and that tough guy from the other table must have been listening, because suddenly he turns around and is like: "Yo, hiphop ain't for you, little girl." I glare at him like, oh, it's on. He stares back, doesn't seem particularly intimidated. Music in the background drops and changes into a hiphop beat. DJ had been waiting for my signal. I climb onto the table and go into that epic freestyle and spit line after line at him, like a nazi machine gun spitting bullet after bullet at that army of soldiers that's approaching the Atlantic Wall. Anger keeps me going faster and faster as the rest of the bar starts gathering around us. He's just standing here, sweating, as he realizes what's happening. But it's like he's paralyzed. Beat keeps getting louder and louder, and my blood keeps pumping and pumping. Feels like it's burning as I deliver like after line, each one with more aggression than the previous ones. Guy falls over, drops into a coma, but people don't care about him. They keep cheering at me for hours, even as I mount my Harley and drive off into the sunset. It's a rough life, being the mistress of rap. But you gotta do what you gotta do, ain't ya?

Kewl.

 

[Snerk]

I once had a very similar experience where I haiku'ed the crap out of a gentleman who attempted to jump the queue at a salad bar in Cheswick. Utter humiliation I tell you. Brutal indeed.

 

[Takhisis]

I thought you'd never been to Cheswick, Herr Snerk. (possibly pronounced as ‘Schnerk’)

It should be. However, a lot of people operate on the assumption that there really is a such thing as objective morality. The irony of course being that those people also think that their own subjective morality is the objective morality the rest of society should operate on.

Well, there's basic things on which you can agree and thus have a viable society, at least. But a lot of thsoe fundamentalists do exist.

Perhaps, but I know English best and have worked with many for whom English is a second language and its subtleties are devious, deep and wide for those struggling to understand it.

Good on you, Birdjaguar-ji.

Ich fahre nicht Auto is acceptable. It's not proper Deutschlehrerdeutsch (German teacher German), but it's something an ordinary German would say and understand.

Yes, this is, more or less, what we were told.

Ich fahre keine Auto is not correct. It's the kind of Ausländerdeutsch (foreigner German) that non-native speakers say when they don't know that cars are male.
It should be "Ich fahre kein Auto".

Yes, I'm still not good enough with kein(e) as a negative pronoun.
*checks Kurz- und Übungsbuch and is relieved to see the words ‘Sie fährt kein Auto’ in own handwriting*

 

[Traitorfish]

Do you think that the when West Virginia seceded from Virginia, they were hoping that the rest of the state would politely rename itself "East Virginia"? Can we maybe help them start some sort of petition?

 

[Commodore]

Do you think that the when West Virginia seceded from Virginia, they were hoping that the rest of the state would politely rename itself "East Virginia"? Can we maybe help them start some sort of petition?

Well if you look at their geographical orientation, more appropriate names would be Northwest Virginia and Southeast Virginia.

 

[Commodore]

Since the "You get a Bomb" thread was closed before I could respond to the following, I just want to take the opportunity to make it known here:

De-legitimizing an act of mass political assassination on the grounds that it didn't work is disgusting.

In case this was in regards to the question I asked, I want to state that I wasn't attempting to de-legitimize or minimize what the bomber did or what any potential copy cats are doing. I was seriously asking if the bombs were "real" or not because I haven't really heard one way or the other on the matter.

 

[Takhisis]

I don't think it was addressed at you but at El Machinae, who was getting some flak, but you'd better not continue discussing the subject of that thread until the mods reopen it.

 

[Takhisis]

Also, a random thought:

says it all.

 

[Commodore]

No, this is not awesome. This is the third time this month a wizard has turned me into a random animal and it's starting to have a real negative effect on both my professional and personal life.

 

[Timsup2nothin]

Turn me into a whale I'm headed to Vegas for some serious comps.

 

[Snerk]

I thought you'd never been to Cheswick, Herr Snerk. (possibly pronounced as ‘Schnerk’)

Back the seventies I moonlighted as a travelling magician in Northumberland.

Please address me as Oberstabsfeldwebel Schnerk, if you will.

 

[Arakhor]

In the late seventies, I moonlighted as a foetus in Cheshire. Does that count?

 

[Snerk]

If it was a bold artistic expression symbolising the suppression of the poor where the fetus represents the downtrodden working class and the womb symbolised the shackles of the establishment, then yes, it counts.

 

[Manfred Belheim]

And it is my fault the caricature is identical to the real deal?

Ah so you admit it was identical then. Wasn't that rather the point?

Edit: After reading other replies I might have misinterpreted what "real deal" refers to here, so this statement may or may not make sense.

 

[Broken_Erika]

Random Though:
Bob Marley + Marilyn Manson = Marley Manson. Rastafarian Shock Rocker.

 

[EgonSpengler]

Whitey Bulger was killed in prison this morning. Better late than never?

 

[Takhisis]

No, this is not awesome. This is the third time this month a wizard has turned me into a random animal and it's starting to have a real negative effect on both my professional and personal life.

But how do you know it's random?

Turn me into a whale I'm headed to Vegas for some serious comps.

Hmm-hmm. Are orcas allowed? If so, you should charge them a fee.

Back the seventies I moonlighted as a travelling magician in Northumberland.

Please address me as Oberstabsfeldwebel Schnerk, if you will.

Jein, mein Herr.

In the late seventies, I moonlighted as a foetus in Cheshire. Does that count?

If it was a bold artistic expression symbolising the suppression of the poor where the fetus represents the downtrodden working class and the womb symbolised the shackles of the establishment, then yes, it counts.

I think he's just trying to break it to himself and to us that he's about to turn forty.

 

[shadowplay]

So... me and a school colleague of mine are at a bar. I tell him about what music I like and that tough guy from the other table must have been listening, because suddenly he turns around and is like: "Yo, hiphop ain't for you, little girl." I glare at him like, oh, it's on. He stares back, doesn't seem particularly intimidated. Music in the background drops and changes into a hiphop beat. DJ had been waiting for my signal. I climb onto the table and go into that epic freestyle and spit line after line at him, like a nazi machine gun spitting bullet after bullet at that army of soldiers that's approaching the Atlantic Wall. Anger keeps me going faster and faster as the rest of the bar starts gathering around us. He's just standing here, sweating, as he realizes what's happening. But it's like he's paralyzed. Beat keeps getting louder and louder, and my blood keeps pumping and pumping. Feels like it's burning as I deliver like after line, each one with more aggression than the previous ones. Guy falls over, drops into a coma, but people don't care about him. They keep cheering at me for hours, even as I mount my Harley and drive off into the sunset. It's a rough life, being the mistress of rap. But you gotta do what you gotta do, ain't ya?

Wasn't this the plot of that Vanilla Ice movie?