No puc evitar els miquels ni en somnis

[muckefuck]

No he dormit molt bé, probablement a causa de la sidra que vaig beure a Big Chicks. Els meus somnis no eran tant interessants, fora d'un: Estava en Alemanya, però en un restaurant on tothom parlava el castellà. Encara no em vaig decidir a dinar allí o no i estava posant al personal preguntes en castellà sobre els apats. Oferia un plat de fideus molt estrany que tenia un nome gairbé eslàvic i em semblava molt saborós, però no vaig trobar molt intel·ligible la descripció que em donaren. Per fi, vaig tenir l'idea per a preguntar cada u "¿Habla mejor el castellano o el catalan?" Quan tots em van dir "el català", vaig assajar parlar-hi en català, pero això no va tenir bon èxit: Em van quedar mocat, dient que parlava massa lentament, i van començar a dirigir-se a mi en anglès.

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[stoutfellow.livejournal.com]

Interesting. I don't know Catalan, but the Spanish I took in high school - plus a little general knowledge concerning the relation between the two - was enough to let me puzzle out most of this.

[muckefuck.livejournal.com]

Did the Catalan periphrastic past make your head hurt?

[stoutfellow.livejournal.com]

It did take me a moment to realize what it was; context helped, of course. I think I'd heard some mention of it before, though.

[strongaxe.livejournal.com]

I was able to get some the gist of this, which was surprising (considering I have no idea what language it is, at least not before guessing from the context). It sounds like Spanish and French thrown into a blender :)

Best listened to when I'm so awake enough to parse words, but too tired to think "Hey! that word doesn't belong in that language!"

[grunter.livejournal.com]

This is how a dog named "Big Chicks" hears Spanish, isn't it?

Can't fool me. I'm a "sharp-y."

[muckefuck.livejournal.com]

I could've called it Grandes Chicas, like an orquera de vacas of mine always does. (Or perhaps, more appropriately in this context, Dones Grans.)

[grunter.livejournal.com]

That would just spoil it for poor l'il "Big Chicks," sitting there wagging his tail, ears perked, looking all hopeful, but a tad confused.

Who's a good boy, Big Chicks? Huh? Who's a good boy?

Unless dogs have the power to understand bolded words . . .

;)