so there’s a program that keeps fun stats on the blog. my favorite is being able to see the search strings that people use to end up here. for instance, just today, someone ended up here after typing in the phrase “tight ghetto love quotes.” freakin’ genius. a few others of note, but not all, to save some for the essay: “franka potente and haircut clip”; “ritual cutting .jpg”; “pictured steps on how to teach a 40 year old how to have sex.” that last one scares me a little.
and speaking of scary, but in a nice sort of scary, see what happens when you enter a block of text into an english to japanese back to english translation service.
english: i’m in need of some tight ghetto love quotes. something genius. like franka potente’s haircutting clips are stashed in the salon apron of my heart. or ritual cutting is for lovers. or even 40 year olds can benefit from the denny’s menu of sex manuals. something tight. something ghetto. something to scare me a little.
english after japanese and back: Certain i where hard ghetto love quotation is needed? As for me with apron of my central large hall something clip potente of haircutting franka? The genius like it is concealed. Or cutting of the ceremony is for the sweetheart. Or olds of 40 years denny of characteristic manual? Something which hard from the menu contributes to something and is possible make something that it makes can have ghetto me a little equal.
oh, yes, ghetto me. ghetto me.
Posted by ghetto monk at March 29, 2004 06:39 PM | TrackBackthe bane of the foreign language teacher's existence is the translation service. but also a source of great entertainment.
like me talk pretty one day, only just for me.
Posted by: natalie at March 30, 2004 02:35 PM". . . but a bell, that's fucked up." possibly the greatest essay ending ever.
Posted by: jeremy at March 30, 2004 02:43 PMSounds like some speeches my students give here in China.
Posted by: Jonathan at March 30, 2004 04:52 PMthat was an essay ending that certainly rocked a high school french 2 class' world. especially the guest star freshman.
silence. laughter. "... she dropped the f-bomb." forever cool in the eyes of the 15 year olds.
Posted by: natalie at March 30, 2004 07:30 PM