I can't express the joys of Altavista's Bable Fish translator. You just have to experience it for yourself. Indeed, having it at my disposal has saved my life. There might have been nights where I would have been out running across lanes of the San Diego freeway... but instead, I stayed at home inputting text into Bablefish's translator. The "fun" part is taking the resultant foreign translation and then cramming it back into the translator and out pops the most mangled (and often inspired) English you ever read. It's also a good brain-storming device for composing song lyrics and ransom letters too.
Here's 70s pop-classic Afternoon Delight translated into French, then back into English:
"Energy to find my baby, energy to hold his tight outward journey to seize a certain pleasure of afternoon. My always étée currency; when it is exact, it is exact. Why makes an attempt until the one night old middle dark cold. When very a little clairifiant in the light of day. And you know that the night always will be there any manner. The sky goes up out of arrow in flight. Pleasure of afternoon. Pleasure of afternoon. Thinkin ' of you workin ' to the top of my appetite awaiting with interest a small pleasure of afternoon. Rubbin ' sticks and lapidates makes together the ingite sparks and the thought of the rubbin ' which becomes to you so enthralling. The sky goes up out of arrow in flight. Pleasure of afternoon. Pleasure of afternoon. Started out of this feeling I so polished of morning always although a fish could not be fished which would not bite but you have starter a waitin ' and I think that I could try to nibble a small pleasure of afternoon. The sky goes up out of arrow in flight. Pleasure of afternoon. Pleasure of afternoon. Please await me baby when I come around. We could make much lovin ' ' for the sun goes down. The sky goes up out of arrow in flight. Pleasure of afternoon. Pleasure of afternoon."
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5 comments:
Kay. You jus inventd a new rackit. Languidge laundring! Now you can publish songs already writtn as if they was yer own.
Takes a HUGE pair o lapidates t pull that off!
Mama always warned me about geeks bearing gifts... or fellas with their tight outward journeys showin'
"Mama said thered be days like this. Thered be days like this, my mama said."
"Mama dont let yer children grow up t be cowboys."
Therer a cupla lyricks t strain thru ... oh ... say a Russian language filter.
Un-Fay Or-Fay Ll-Fay.......
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