Paul of Covington NKP guy I'll bet I'm not the only one here who sometimes uses CC when watching TV. I use it occasionally. I suspect that the digitizing and I don't what other processing causes the words to seem garbled sometimes, not to mention the poor sound quality of the TV set. I have no problem listening to the radio, so I don't think it's just me.
NKP guy I'll bet I'm not the only one here who sometimes uses CC when watching TV.
I use it occasionally. I suspect that the digitizing and I don't what other processing causes the words to seem garbled sometimes, not to mention the poor sound quality of the TV set. I have no problem listening to the radio, so I don't think it's just me.
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"A stranger's just a friend you ain't met yet." --- Dave Gardner
I'm paraphrasing George Bernard Shaw, but he said that the English and the Americans were two peoples separated by a common language.
Recently I watched a good movie, set in Los Angeles, in which the characters were from a variety of ethnic backgrounds and spoke what most us us would consider the authentic language of the streets. If it hadn't have been for the closed captions (!) I'd have never been able to really understand all, let alone the nuances, of the English they were speaking.
I'll bet I'm not the only one here who sometimes uses CC when watching TV.
tree68 Paul of Covington it sounds nothing like France's French (or Canadian). France's French and Canadian French don't sound much alike, either. Reminds me of a story I once heard about a European complaining that Americans only knew one language. The reply was to the effect of "I can speak a pretty good Brooklyn, my Texas isn't bad, and neither is my Mississippi."
Paul of Covington it sounds nothing like France's French (or Canadian).
France's French and Canadian French don't sound much alike, either.
Reminds me of a story I once heard about a European complaining that Americans only knew one language. The reply was to the effect of "I can speak a pretty good Brooklyn, my Texas isn't bad, and neither is my Mississippi."
Dave
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Paul of Covingtonit sounds nothing like France's French (or Canadian).
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RME tree68 Not far from here is a town named after James LeRay de Chaumont. Some would be tempted to say "CHOW mont." It's sha MOH. Which is even stranger when you consider the French pronunciation ought to be much closer to "show-mon(g)."
tree68 Not far from here is a town named after James LeRay de Chaumont. Some would be tempted to say "CHOW mont." It's sha MOH.
Which is even stranger when you consider the French pronunciation ought to be much closer to "show-mon(g)."
I don't speak any French, but listening to Louisiana French, it sounds nothing like France's French (or Canadian). I don't remember ever seeing the name "Chaumont" down here, but going by similar names I would say it would be pronounced more like RME's way.
tree68One advantage of living in an area with a fair French presence is being able to pronounce the words...
Visiting a Sears store in Burlington VT 20-some years ago, I noticed that there were, just like in SW California, tons of bilingual signs, except in française instead of español.
RME Still more interesting, of course, is why it's "James" and not "Jacques".
Still more interesting, of course, is why it's "James" and not "Jacques".
It seems his father Jacques was famous so he called himself James.
https://books.google.com/books?id=5tTLaOyI7ywC&pg=PA18&dq=%22+james+leray+de+chaumont%22+%22jacques+leray+de+chaumont%22&hl=en&sa=X&ved=0ahUKEwjcipqqyKnUAhVjzIMKHUmiD-MQ6AEIJjAA#v=onepage&q=%22%20james%20leray%20de%20chaumont%22%20%22jacques%20leray%20de%20chaumont%22&f=true
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jacques-Donatien_Le_Ray_de_Chaumont
tree68Not far from here is a town named after James LeRay de Chaumont. Some would be tempted to say "CHOW mont." It's sha MOH.
Which is even stranger when you consider the French pronunciation ought to be much closer to "show-mon(g)." Still more interesting, of course, is why it's "James" and not "Jacques".
The problem may come in when, whether or not there was a fair French presence at one time, it may have gone native, or to Louisiana, and we wind up with things like "Ver-SALES" Kentucky or the inimitable "CAL-lus" Maine.
(I remember my parents trying to find the ferry from St. Stephen (which you can only easily get to via Calais) to Newfoundland, in 1968, by asking locals, none of whom seemed to know where 'Cal-lay' might be. Maine being Maine, perhaps, they had to ask several before one volunteered "Oh, ya want Callus, back that way.")
For MUCH more fun, examine names with more than one actual French word in them, like "Havre de Grace"...
Paul of CovingtonWhen it comes to pronouncing Louisiana french names, there is just one basic rule--it's not how it looks.
One advantage of living in an area with a fair French presence is being able to pronounce the words...
Not far from here is a town named after James Leray de Chaumont. Some would be tempted to say "CHOW mont." It's sha MOH.
Of course, we have a lot of Native American names as well, which are sometimes a challenge.
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When it comes to pronouncing Louisiana french names, there is just one basic rule--it's not how it looks.
And when it comes to Boudreaux's conclusion, he was right. We were wireless back then. Kinda like cordless screwdrivers.
Paul of Covington After having dug to a depth of 10 feet last year outsideof New York City, New York archaeologists found tracesof copper cable dating back 150 years and came to theconclusion that their ancestors already had a telephonenetwork more than 150 years ago. Not to be outdone by the New Yorkers, in the weeks thatfollowed, a Los Angeles archaeologist dug to a depth of20 feet just outside Oceanside, California. Shortlythereafter, a story appeared in the LA Times that read: California archaeologists report the finding of a 200year old copper cable and have concluded that theirancestors had an advanced high-tech communication network50 years earlier than the New Yorkers. One week later, a newspaper in Louisiana reported thefollowing: After digging down about 30 feet in hispasture outside Thibodaux, Louisiana, Boudreaux, a selftaught archaeologist, reported that he found absolutelynothing. Boudreaux therefore concluded that 300 yearsago, Louisiana had already gone wireless.
After having dug to a depth of 10 feet last year outsideof New York City, New York archaeologists found tracesof copper cable dating back 150 years and came to theconclusion that their ancestors already had a telephonenetwork more than 150 years ago.
Not to be outdone by the New Yorkers, in the weeks thatfollowed, a Los Angeles archaeologist dug to a depth of20 feet just outside Oceanside, California. Shortlythereafter, a story appeared in the LA Times that read: California archaeologists report the finding of a 200year old copper cable and have concluded that theirancestors had an advanced high-tech communication network50 years earlier than the New Yorkers.
One week later, a newspaper in Louisiana reported thefollowing: After digging down about 30 feet in hispasture outside Thibodaux, Louisiana, Boudreaux, a selftaught archaeologist, reported that he found absolutelynothing. Boudreaux therefore concluded that 300 yearsago, Louisiana had already gone wireless.
Paul, you certainly took me unaware.
As an act of kindness, you could have told us how to pronounce the name of M. Boudreaux's home. I learned that in 1951 when my oldest brother, who lived in Baton Rouge, was taking me and and youngest brother down to Houma to visit our great uncle (retired) who had overseen the growing of the cane on a plantation there.
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I hope that bug is ready to jump off the track when a train appears.
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Where on earth is that? It looks like an Isetta on narrow gauge track.
'Looks to me that if the driver quickly threw his weight left or right he'd be on the side of the tracks in the wink of an eye. Of course, there would be that other little issue needing some immediate attention: "Help- I've fallen and I can't get up!".
Thanks to Chris / CopCarSS for my avatar.
Never too old to have a happy childhood!
"Let me see," said the blind man as he picked up his hammer and saw.
This a repeat ?
Invisible man married invisible woman. Turned out their children not anything to look at .
Can't believe I'm on this thread but here it goes:
So..Sherlock Holmes and the every trusty Watson are on a case that requires them to camp overnight outside.
They have their campfire and meal, enjoy a pipe smoke and soon retire off to bed.
In the middle of the night Sherlock wakes up Watson and says...."Watson, look up and tell me what you see"
Watson replies " Ahhh...I see many many stars, billions I'm told, and that's just what we can see. I surmise that there are many many planets around these stars and if just one of them has life on it then we are not alone in the universe"
To which Sherlock replies " No you idiot, someone stole our tent"
Not to get serious about Pat Paulsen, but he was asked during his joke campaign, "What would you do about Viet Nam?" He said, 'I would take it to the U.N. and say, if you can't solve this, you have no right to exist." Makes sense.
This is one of my drivers told me Friday. He get's pulled into the scalehouse for an inspection. He had a headache prior to getting pulled into the scale so after stopping he reached above his head and pulled out his bottle of tylonel and took one. DOT inspector saw it comes running up and goes did I just see you take some dope in front of me. My driver without missing a beat and with a straight face goes NOPE I just took a Birth Control Pill since I knew I was screwed when I got in here anyway might as well make sure I don't get pregant in the process.
DOT officer starts laughing and told him to get out of there.
I was nine months pregnant and browsing at a garage sale when the homeowner asked me if I knew whether I was having a boy or a girl. I told her I didn’t. As I left a few minutes later, she yelled after me, “I hope you get the sex you want!” ------------------------------------------------------
When I was a boy of 14, my father was so ignorant, I could hardly stand to have the old man around. But when I got to be 21, I was astonished at how much the old man had learned in seven years.
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We had just finished tucking our five kids into bed when three-year-old Billy began to wail. Turns out, he had accidentally swallowed a penny and was sure he was going to die. Desperate to calm him, my husband palmed a penny that he had in his pocket and pretended to pull it from Billy’s ear. Billy was delighted. In a flash, he snatched it from my husband’s hand, swallowed it, and demanded, “Do it again!”
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Two babies are sitting in their cribs, when one baby asks the other, “Are you a little girl or a little boy?”
The other baby shrugs. “I don’t know how to tell the difference.”
“I do,” says the first baby. He carefully climbs out of his crib and into the other crib, then disappears beneath the blankets. After a few seconds, he resurfaces.
“You’re a little girl, and I’m a little boy,” he says.
“How can you tell?”
“Easy. You’ve got pink booties, and I’ve got blue ones.”
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In honor of Mother's Day:
Texting acronyms can stump even the best parents:
Mom: Your great-aunt just passed away. LOL.
Son: Why is that funny?
Mom: It’s not funny, David! What do you mean?
Son: Mom, LOL means Laughing Out Loud.
Mom: I thought it meant Lots of Love. Now I have to call everyone back.
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Mom: What do IDK, LY & TTYL mean?
Son: I don’t know, love you, talk to you later.
Mom: OK, I'll ask your sister.
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“Why doesn’t your mother like me?” a woman asks her boyfriend.
“Don’t take it personally,” he assures her. “She’s never liked anyone I’ve dated. I once dated someone exactly like her, and that didn’t work out at all.”
“What happened?”
“My father couldn’t stand her.”
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My wife, a real estate agent, wrote an ad for a house she was listing. The house had a second-floor suite that could be accessed using a lift chair that slid along the staircase. Quickly describing this feature, she inadvertently made it sound even more attractive: "Mother-in-law suite comes with an electric chair."
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Fresh out of gift ideas, a man buys his mother-in-law a large plot in an expensive cemetery. On her next birthday, he buys her nothing, so she lets him have it. "What are you complaining about?" he fires back.
"You still haven’t used the present I gave you last year."
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Miningman Finally!, A funny joke.
OK, here's another one: A horse walks into a bar and the bartender says, "Hey, why the long face?"
DeggestyHe looked for a tuner's advertisement--and found one that had been placed by a man named Oppornockity.
You could have stopped right there -- the punchline is already on the telegram.
Like when you tell the joke about the intoxicating beer slipped to the opposing baseball team's pitcher, and you get to his name, Milfamey. The groaning starts there, not waiting for 'the rest of the story'...
There was a man who enjoyed playing his piano at home until he realized that it badly needed to be tuned. He looked for a tuner's advertisement--and found one that had been placed by a man named Oppornockity. He called Mr. Oppornockity--and was told that his piano could be tuned that very day. When the tuner arrived, he proceeded to sit down at the piano--and began playing various songs. When he stopped playing, the piano was in perfect tune, and the man was delighted to know that no notes would be sour.
Some time later, his piano again needed tuning, and he called Mr. Opporknockity again--and was told, "I am sorry, but Oppornockity tunes but once."
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