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Kreisleriana wrote:
On Tue, 26 Oct 2004 19:20:14 +0100, "Exocat" yodeled: The most excruciatingly bad attempt at an English accent it's ever been my misfortune to hear. Unfortunately. Ruined a great show for me. Purrs Gordon & the TT That was the consensus from the show's English fans. Made me glad I wasn't handicapped in that way-- they deprived themselves of a absolutely hysterical comic performance. Apparently, Daphne is just as phony. -- Marina, Frank and Nikki marina (dot) kurten (at) pp (dot) inet (dot) fi Pics at http://uk.pg.photos.yahoo.com/ph/frankiennikki/ and http://community.webshots.com/user/frankiennikki |
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"Stormin Mormon" wrote in message
... In NY, it's a couch or a sofa. I've heard some variations called a divan, or a futon, or.... Now a futon to me is specific type of sofa-bed. A futon lounge is like a sofa-bed but instead of it having a nifty mechanical thing that hides under the seat part until you need to use it, a futon lounge is the bed in its entirity, the only difference being that inthe day, one side (if you divided the bed from the head to the foot) is almost vertical and is used as the back rest, and at night the side that was upright goes back down to horizontal. There mattress itseld folds when the base does, so there are no seperate cushions or back rests. Finally found a picture.... http://cgi.ebay.com.au/ws/eBayISAPI....&item=43320743 30&rd=1 Yowie |
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"Stormin Mormon" wrote in message
... In NY, it's a couch or a sofa. I've heard some variations called a divan, or a futon, or.... Now a futon to me is specific type of sofa-bed. A futon lounge is like a sofa-bed but instead of it having a nifty mechanical thing that hides under the seat part until you need to use it, a futon lounge is the bed in its entirity, the only difference being that inthe day, one side (if you divided the bed from the head to the foot) is almost vertical and is used as the back rest, and at night the side that was upright goes back down to horizontal. There mattress itseld folds when the base does, so there are no seperate cushions or back rests. Finally found a picture.... http://cgi.ebay.com.au/ws/eBayISAPI....&item=43320743 30&rd=1 Yowie |
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"Stormin Mormon" wrote in message
... In NY, it's a couch or a sofa. I've heard some variations called a divan, or a futon, or.... Now a futon to me is specific type of sofa-bed. A futon lounge is like a sofa-bed but instead of it having a nifty mechanical thing that hides under the seat part until you need to use it, a futon lounge is the bed in its entirity, the only difference being that inthe day, one side (if you divided the bed from the head to the foot) is almost vertical and is used as the back rest, and at night the side that was upright goes back down to horizontal. There mattress itseld folds when the base does, so there are no seperate cushions or back rests. Finally found a picture.... http://cgi.ebay.com.au/ws/eBayISAPI....&item=43320743 30&rd=1 Yowie |
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"Kreisleriana" wrote in message
... On Wed, 27 Oct 2004 00:38:49 GMT, "Yoj" yodeled: I used to live in Atlanta Georgia in the mid 1990's when tickets when on sale for the 1996 Summer Olympic Games. Some people called in from New Mexico, and the ticket agent would not sell them the tickets, because they were not from the USA. The customer asked for a supervisor. The supervisor agreed with the ticket agent. -- -Kim My mother, who lives in Alaska, runs into a similar problem occasionally. She'll try to order something, only to be told that it can't be shipped out of the United States. BONK BONK BONK BONK sound of me hitting my head against the wall Theresa Yep. It gets better, too. The town where my mother lives is on the Prince William Sound. A lot of cruise ships used to stop there, and businesses would set up portable shops on the dock. My BIL operated one of those portable shops for a while, and my mother would often go with him when a ship was coming in. People would come ask, "Do you take American money?" Another favorite question was, "What is the altitude here?" (while standing on the dock) Joy |
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"Kreisleriana" wrote in message
... On Wed, 27 Oct 2004 00:38:49 GMT, "Yoj" yodeled: I used to live in Atlanta Georgia in the mid 1990's when tickets when on sale for the 1996 Summer Olympic Games. Some people called in from New Mexico, and the ticket agent would not sell them the tickets, because they were not from the USA. The customer asked for a supervisor. The supervisor agreed with the ticket agent. -- -Kim My mother, who lives in Alaska, runs into a similar problem occasionally. She'll try to order something, only to be told that it can't be shipped out of the United States. BONK BONK BONK BONK sound of me hitting my head against the wall Theresa Yep. It gets better, too. The town where my mother lives is on the Prince William Sound. A lot of cruise ships used to stop there, and businesses would set up portable shops on the dock. My BIL operated one of those portable shops for a while, and my mother would often go with him when a ship was coming in. People would come ask, "Do you take American money?" Another favorite question was, "What is the altitude here?" (while standing on the dock) Joy |
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"Kreisleriana" wrote in message
... On Wed, 27 Oct 2004 00:38:49 GMT, "Yoj" yodeled: I used to live in Atlanta Georgia in the mid 1990's when tickets when on sale for the 1996 Summer Olympic Games. Some people called in from New Mexico, and the ticket agent would not sell them the tickets, because they were not from the USA. The customer asked for a supervisor. The supervisor agreed with the ticket agent. -- -Kim My mother, who lives in Alaska, runs into a similar problem occasionally. She'll try to order something, only to be told that it can't be shipped out of the United States. BONK BONK BONK BONK sound of me hitting my head against the wall Theresa Yep. It gets better, too. The town where my mother lives is on the Prince William Sound. A lot of cruise ships used to stop there, and businesses would set up portable shops on the dock. My BIL operated one of those portable shops for a while, and my mother would often go with him when a ship was coming in. People would come ask, "Do you take American money?" Another favorite question was, "What is the altitude here?" (while standing on the dock) Joy |
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"Yowie" had some very interesting
things to say about "go down cellar": Listening to my friend Alfred, an Australian born to Chinese parents, I am always amazed how he can talk with his brothers in both Chinese and English and neither he nor his brothers even notice when they've changed from one to the other. To *my* ears it sounds like "blah blah blah blah, down to Wollongong, turn right, blah blah blah blah, no worries, blah blah, Seeya". I crack up each time, and htey have *no idea* that they've had half the conversation in Cantonese and half the conversation in English, and are often surprised that I didn't understand it all (since I don't speak Cantonese at all). Alfred speaks in perfectly flawless Australian English with no trace of accent, and perfectly flawless without a trace of accent Cantonese. His parents, although speaking perfectly good and understandable English, have a pronounced accent and have a noticably different speach pattern than their sons. And they either speak entirely English or Entirely Cantonese, they don't switch half way through a conversation without noticing. Reminds me of the discussion he http://www.kottke.org/03/09/bilingual-conversations -- "The universe is quite robust in design and appears to be doing just fine on its own, incompetent support staff notwithstanding. :-)" - the Dennis formerly known as (evil), MCFL |
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"Yowie" had some very interesting
things to say about "go down cellar": Listening to my friend Alfred, an Australian born to Chinese parents, I am always amazed how he can talk with his brothers in both Chinese and English and neither he nor his brothers even notice when they've changed from one to the other. To *my* ears it sounds like "blah blah blah blah, down to Wollongong, turn right, blah blah blah blah, no worries, blah blah, Seeya". I crack up each time, and htey have *no idea* that they've had half the conversation in Cantonese and half the conversation in English, and are often surprised that I didn't understand it all (since I don't speak Cantonese at all). Alfred speaks in perfectly flawless Australian English with no trace of accent, and perfectly flawless without a trace of accent Cantonese. His parents, although speaking perfectly good and understandable English, have a pronounced accent and have a noticably different speach pattern than their sons. And they either speak entirely English or Entirely Cantonese, they don't switch half way through a conversation without noticing. Reminds me of the discussion he http://www.kottke.org/03/09/bilingual-conversations -- "The universe is quite robust in design and appears to be doing just fine on its own, incompetent support staff notwithstanding. :-)" - the Dennis formerly known as (evil), MCFL |
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"Yowie" had some very interesting
things to say about "go down cellar": Listening to my friend Alfred, an Australian born to Chinese parents, I am always amazed how he can talk with his brothers in both Chinese and English and neither he nor his brothers even notice when they've changed from one to the other. To *my* ears it sounds like "blah blah blah blah, down to Wollongong, turn right, blah blah blah blah, no worries, blah blah, Seeya". I crack up each time, and htey have *no idea* that they've had half the conversation in Cantonese and half the conversation in English, and are often surprised that I didn't understand it all (since I don't speak Cantonese at all). Alfred speaks in perfectly flawless Australian English with no trace of accent, and perfectly flawless without a trace of accent Cantonese. His parents, although speaking perfectly good and understandable English, have a pronounced accent and have a noticably different speach pattern than their sons. And they either speak entirely English or Entirely Cantonese, they don't switch half way through a conversation without noticing. Reminds me of the discussion he http://www.kottke.org/03/09/bilingual-conversations -- "The universe is quite robust in design and appears to be doing just fine on its own, incompetent support staff notwithstanding. :-)" - the Dennis formerly known as (evil), MCFL |
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