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Post by The Star Fox on Sept 16, 2007 11:25:07 GMT -5
Il n'est rien. Je parle meilleur Anglais, mais j'aime le bruit du Francais.
Poppy knows French far better than I.... Him and his Quebecois. I only took a few French courses in high school and uni. But I do know Hebrew better than Him ^^
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Post by child-of-fae on Sept 16, 2007 13:01:58 GMT -5
well i can tell you all to kiss my irish ass in gaelic. i just can't spell it. i know a bit of spanish, greek, gaelic, and i've started taking french.
I'm also fluent in gibberish and pig-latin.
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Post by The Star Fox on Sept 16, 2007 14:23:44 GMT -5
ahh yessssss the eternal tongue twister of Gibberish.
I also know Latin and pig-latin, a good bit of Spanish, some Russian, and naturally I know Arabic pretty well
Midgets occur when Cutewhenyourscream's pimping stick gets too short
Damn let that pimpin stick shrink than
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Post by AndrogynousMelon on Sept 16, 2007 14:49:50 GMT -5
No worries ruffles, I was kidding for the most part. xD
I took spanish for three years, I don't recall very much. Japanese for a year and I...don't recall very much. I've been screwing around with Welsh as of late but..it probably won't come to very much. I know enough Greek to tell yaya to stop feeding me. Which is vital, I assure you. Oh and Italian curses. I picked up a few of those from my Aunt Geri.
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Post by Aindel on Sept 16, 2007 16:53:03 GMT -5
I think it's also important to learn how to say 'Stop feeding me' in Italian as well. Yeesh, but those people can cook!
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Post by Clover on Sept 16, 2007 17:04:59 GMT -5
I would let Melon touch me like that, and we're totally just friends. Though presumably, if I let her touch me like that, we'd be Friends with Benefits.
This is a scary thought.
Anyways, in regards to language-- I'm woefully underclassed. I can speak Spanish passably, but I have issues writing it. French and Portugese and Italian I understand, though I can't reply in the language. Japanese I'm teaching myself, and though I'm not too good with it yet, there is a bit of progress.. I'd love to learn Gaelic, but I'd have to take classes, since Gaelic pronounciation makes my head asplode.
And Ainnie, It's totally true. "Stop feeding me". >XD So handy.
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Post by AndrogynousMelon on Sept 16, 2007 19:26:42 GMT -5
Not that it will do you any good. The Greeks and Italians are awfully pushy with their generosity.
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Post by The Star Fox on Sept 16, 2007 19:47:46 GMT -5
does that still count as generosity then?
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Post by limbowoman on Sept 16, 2007 21:08:40 GMT -5
Well... if it was on everyone else, and I could just press a button and everyone else's clothes DISAPPEARED... maybe then...
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Post by Joe Shmoe on Sept 16, 2007 23:46:58 GMT -5
Well, it's also customs in Greece, Italy, and France, that if you don't like the food they're family just made a disgrace of themselves. It's also custom to send you home with food. But that also harks back into the olden days, when it might have taken you 12 hours to get back home by horse.
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Post by Clover on Sept 17, 2007 14:48:19 GMT -5
This is true--- every single fete I go to that involves my stepdad's family, you get sent home with pounds (literally) of food. One barbeque we went to, we got sent home with easy four pounds of pasta, eight steaks, tons of bacalao (salt cod) and about two hundred roasted potatoes. I wish I was kidding, but I'm not. We ate like gods for the rest of the week. (A family of six plus friends). Thats how much there was.
The Spanish do it, too, incidentally. Must be a Southern Europe/Mediterannean thing.
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Post by bubbles on Sept 17, 2007 15:38:44 GMT -5
In french Canadia, a person's generosity is directly proportional to how backwater they live and how fat they are.
Therefore, a fat Chibougameau housewife will pig you up until you can't walk. =o
The big city's different, because no one is rich enough to give out leftovers, if there ever are any. D'=
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Post by KitsuneSam on Sept 17, 2007 18:59:20 GMT -5
I don't know any French. Bonjour...? That's my limit. Oh, and L'arc en ciel. Rainbow, right? Which I probably spelt wrong...
I take took German (It doesn't fit in my schedule this year!)- and I can actually say I understand it pretty well.
On the other hand, I'm going to be taking a trip to Italy with a friend-- where my German language skills will be useless. Yay.
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Post by Aindel on Sept 17, 2007 19:11:47 GMT -5
I grew up in a primarily Italian neighbourhood, with French relatives on my mother's side. I was fed a -lot- at social gatherings, whether I was hungry or not. The trick is to eat slowly, so that by the time everyone else is done their second helping, you're finishing your first without really looking like you were picking at it/avoiding eating it. It also helps to compliment -once-, and then not speak of it again. Excessive compliments are taken as pleas for more.
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Post by child-of-fae on Sept 17, 2007 19:50:06 GMT -5
I've never had the food problem. although we've never gone 4 without potatoes. that's just a sin.
I know bits and pieces of gaelic from my aunt, but i can't spell the words for shit, you'd get pronunciation guides instead.
Example:
Thank you (gore muh hug et)
You're welcome (tah fall chur owe it)
I used to know Happy Christmas, but i don't remember, although i can still count to ten.
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