Wow. That last post received comments in English, French, Spanish, Italian, Norwegian, Hungarian, German, Japanese, Dutch, Hebrew, Pig Latin (shameless), Portugese and Romanian. I am absolutely floored by this response! It also means the death of my already limited productivity, as I just spent four and a half hours in a coffee shop translating the comments, armed only with Babel Fish, my dusty memory and M's linguistic prowess.
I am happy (thrilled, actually!) to say that aside from the odd word, I could read the French, Spanish and Italian comments with no problem whatsoever. Yippee! I may not be able to carry on a conversation in France, Spain or Italy, but at least if I traveled to one of those glorious countries again, people could pass me simple notes and I would be able to read them. Would that be useful? Maybe not, but I'm proud of myself anyway. SO! If you are writing in French, Spanish, English (!) or Italian, feel free to challenge me with a little (easy) paragraph.
If you comment in German, I won't understand a word of it, but M speaks German, as well as basic Japanese, so feel free to send him some more advanced messages! He is already in linguiheaven from all the comments -- we might as well try to keep him there.
For the sake of my playwriting (and my stomach lining), I am now going to amend the request I made in my last post, by saying this:
If you speak a language other than French, Spanish, Italian or German, can you send me words and phrases instead of sentences, so that I can try to learn them? With the longer messages, I found myself cheating by using Babel Fish and not actually learning any words. Shameless, I know. If you send expressions suitable for...say...a toddler of less-than-average intelligence, I can learn them AND get to know some very interesting people at the same time.
By the way, my gorgeous and eccentric mother has started reading this blog in Italy, so I'm sure she'll appreciate the Italian comments as well. (Hi Mum! Yes, I'll email you soon. Jeeeez. Can't you see I'm busy spending four and a half hours not working, in a place that sells copious amounts of the substance I'm not allowed to consume? Some people are so insensitive.)
Thanks to all of you for the kind words in thirteen (!) languages. Best four and a half hours of my life.
Yes, I just discovered the make things huge button. Ausgezeichnet. Molto bene. Ben bon pour moi (I think that's Quebecois.) Muy bueno. A férfiak disznók!
Also...(Wow, longest post ever. Stop talking, Kate. Stop.)...I got some good news today. "A" of PHARK fame just got cast in a short film and got two days on a new American television series. Congrats, A. You're going to be a big star one day soon. Try not to forget the little people, though. (Not that you could call Rufus or I "little".)
And another thing (Hoooooly crap, Kate, less talky, more worky)...did anyone watch 11 Cameras last night? I watch it every week so that I can feel famous for half an hour and so that I can figure out my bad habits (ie. headbobbing), but last night I looked like Hermiod! My hair was hilarious! Remind me never to grease the middle section of my hair back and leave the rest down. NOT pretty.
Goodbye. Seriously. (Thank God.)