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Post by Mister Buch on Oct 8, 2010 0:16:27 GMT 1
You know Buch, just because you live in England doesn't you all can take the origin of a word and ......... ... ..... As long as you call the language English, I reserve that right! I realise we took this word from the French and changed it. But North America has it third-hand!!! We got there before you. Seriously though, I've never heard anyone say 'fill-ay' in the UK or Ireland. British users - do you say 'fill-it' or 'fill-ay?
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Post by jklinders on Oct 8, 2010 0:20:22 GMT 1
Tsk Tsk Tsk, Buch I'm Canadian, French is our second language. I can claim Fill-ay if I want to. Secondly , English steals words from darn near every language it comes into contact with. The least you can do is try to pronounce them properly.
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Post by Mister Buch on Oct 8, 2010 0:23:34 GMT 1
We stole our French words after the French invaded and occupied us - I think it was justified!
The English word fillet is pronounced 'fill-it'. End of!
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Post by jklinders on Oct 8, 2010 0:29:57 GMT 1
I thought it was William the Conqueror at the head of a large group of Norman French as well as more than a few Bretons that Occupied you. He was the only claimant with an actual blood tie to the throne anyway, ya'll kind of pushed his hand.
Besides you would probably speaking a dialect closer to German than anything without it, and me too so we would not even be having this illuminating conversation without him.
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Post by jklinders on Oct 8, 2010 0:30:44 GMT 1
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Post by Knightfall on Oct 8, 2010 0:35:09 GMT 1
In America, we pronounce it "fill-aaaaaayyyyyyy."
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Post by Mister Buch on Oct 8, 2010 0:40:41 GMT 1
Yeah, yeah... god-damn smart people on this site.... We forced William's hand, did we? I've genuinely never heard this! Over here, that's not the version we learn But we should probably stick to the 100 words!
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Post by jklinders on Oct 8, 2010 0:43:11 GMT 1
Alright I'm done. I should not have even stuck my head in here. Conflicts do tend to have more than one perspective though. I try to learn them both whenever possible. OK OK now I'm really done.
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Post by Mister Buch on Oct 8, 2010 0:44:34 GMT 1
Yeah yeah, so's your face.
Yeah, yeah.
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Post by Nemonus on Oct 8, 2010 3:50:56 GMT 1
Knight, I loved your bit about "a world far, far away"! I'm presuming that was a Star Wars or Star Wars-esque world, but it could work just as well for being about an Earthling character. You described the apartment very well in so few words.
October 7, 2010
Rushing, sliding, star-glint. You will wait for me once, in a far-flung touch-near future; you will have been leaving for a long time, but you will have returned. time is distance, and this distance is immeasurable. keep moments momenting, keep seconds seconding themselves in twinned loops waiting dancing distance down into a long, dark time.
blank pages, swinging silver limning rime and pressing onward, ice-shivered, cracked open, pitted.
the slow, walk, afterward.
the end at last ends, although its beginning took so long to finish--you remembered, once that I will remember you in this long walk, and so
rushing, rhyming marching following through with allegations of allegorical survival
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Post by Mister Buch on Oct 8, 2010 4:00:10 GMT 1
The real joy of your last piece, Knight, is seeing all sorts of multiple meanings in it. It really is a great one. It makes you wonder, and gives you all sorts of different emotional reactions.
I do like to think it's you remembering the Taris apartment - and maybe 'he' and 'she' are Carth and Bastila ... and then other hints in there suggest other characters and settings entirely.
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Post by Knightfall on Oct 8, 2010 6:41:00 GMT 1
Thank you very much for the criticism. I'm glad it sounded like Star Wars without sounding too much like Star Wars. That whole experience with the apartment is sorta caught between two worlds in my mind, anyway. xD
8 October 2010
I am the light that guides your way, And the darkness of your days. The leaf that guides the wind, And the rain that drowns your sins. I am the lesser of all treasures. The object of all desire.
You can find me in a song that has never been sung, Or in the back of the mind where it holds its tongue. In the words of a book that has never been read, And in all of the things that have been left unsaid.
I am Heaven, And I am Hell. You know who I am. I'll never tell.
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Post by lieden on Oct 8, 2010 12:07:11 GMT 1
Sorry for not catching up, guys. I went down with some nasty bug yesterday and am running a temperature. I'm glad 100words allows one to miss a day! Hope I haven't seriously mucked up in my current state of confusion. 7/10 The sun was only a thin slice now, a fading warmth on Liya's back. She fleeted among the remains of the old town like a ghost; like ghosts, her memories rose up and filled the ruins. She saw Akumb arguing with first-comer boys behind a fence. She saw herself by a window throwing pellets at Venish. She saw her brothers hanging under an arch and felt the ghostly pain when her father crushed her hand in his to make her look away. She had sworn to leave this world, but it was only leaving her and her people behind. 8/10 'I saw your mother in my sleep.' Ferad looked up from his notes at the native woman. It was unnerving to watch her eyes, yellow and wide-open, with their horizontally slit pupils set on the thread she was making; but all natives were like this, and unlike many other humans, Ferad was accustomed to the sight. 'She walked in the nightside,' Siran went on. 'Her eyes were frozen. There was one of my people looking at her, white-faced. I saw all this with his eyes.' 'You always have the strangest dreams,' he told her. She did not reply.
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Post by Mister Buch on Oct 9, 2010 1:39:53 GMT 1
9th October 2010
-Want to go for lunch?
-I'll get a Subway.
-That's going for lunch. I'll go with you.
-No. I need to go... alone.
-What, are you going to face the Trials of the Lord of the Thundercats? Let me come with you. I mean like, as a couple. Is it still a 'date'?
-Sometimes. Yesterday I was at McDonalds and I noticed so much.
-Noticed.
-If you were there, I would have seen the Looney Tunes thing and not written anything. Just tried to impress you with nostalgic jokes.
-So I don't inspire you?
-No. All we do is talk.
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Oh! Tomorrow is 10/10/10!
I wonder if I can come up with some sort of Ten-themed entry.
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Post by jklinders on Oct 9, 2010 1:49:39 GMT 1
Kicking out a shameless plug here. I've actually gathered sufficient nerve to post something on the over in the Fan Fic area. It's either an open ended prologue going nowhere or if I can organize the rest of it, something more.
Any feedback is appreciated as long as it's constructive. Christ I can't even believe I worked up the nerve but you guys are pretty nice so I figured I'd give it a shot.
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