I wuz only ateasin' ya, Our Dear Bunny . . .
Oh, I knew that - but it seemed a reasonable question!
Why does the sun go on shining
Why does the sea rush to shore
Don't they know, it's the end of the world
'Cause you don't love me any more . . .
The question is whether there are orgasmic accents that are nationalized or regionalized enough to be recognized. There ought to research done on this subject and college degrees awarded. (I'm applying for a grant.)
One expects this knowledge would be useful if you were in a darkened room full of, um, participants and you were trying to determine from the sounds alone the whereabouts of your fellow New Yorkers. I'm sure this would come in handy a number of times on Spring Break.
"eRRR Umph"
"Alicia, is that you?
"Ummmph, wha? errR errrR, ah ah."
"AliCIA, this that you? It's Harriet."
(male voice) "I thought you said your name was Madonna."
"Don't worry about it, okay, you're sweet."
"Uumph, umph, errr eeeeeee AHHH"
"Alicia, this guy and I want to drive over to.."
"God, shut up a minute, will you?! "
"Well, okay, but could you hurry it up?"
"eeeah, Uumph, just take Barry, or Larry and go! eerRR eeUmph."
(male voice) My name's Mark. but you can call m..."
"Shut up! oooh my GAWD ah ah ah ah OOG"
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"But, you've got my purse."
or supposed you had lost your way in the forests of Indonesia:
"I don't know where we are. I don't know if we should go up this path or down that one."
"Wait, honey, listen!"
"What?"
"Shh, over there."
"What?"
"Shhh, ... Okay, we're in luck."
"What do you mean?"
"There's a couple just around this bend, doing it."
"Oh yeah, I hear them now."
"Yeah, now he sounds like a local, but she is definitely an Aussie, probably Brisbane, or just South of there. So, she'll speak English or something close to it."
"How can you tell?"
"Are you forgetting that I hold an advanced degree in Orgasmic Utterances from the University of Miami Beach?"
"I thought that was a joke."
"No, no, no, me and my friend Alicia went there for two years. We had to listen to tapes like all day for months, but I can tell the difference between the sound of a Catholic girl from East LA and a Republican tart from Orange County. This one's definitely an Aussie."
"Great work, honey. We'll be out of here in no time."
"Don't get in a hurry, sweetie, these girls from OZ take a long time."
Joe
LOL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Dear Auntie Clever Coney:
Why do cats always want to stretch out on the tarmac in front of my vehicle, just when i absolutely have to have an ice cream sandwich from the United Dairy Farmers? I mean, the temptation . . .
LOL! Cos they be ornery - and love attention.
Joe - I can see much lining up for research grants in this area - why, Craven alone has twice offered to "take it for the men"!
LOL! Cos they be ornery - and love attention.
Joe - I can see much lining up for research grants in this area - why, Craven alone has twice offered to "take it for the men"!
In the long lost days of yore when Dlowan was a Goddess and sat with Zeus, Aries and the others in the firmament it came to pass that a young australian Dinosaur taxi rider called Billy Ayres chanced upon our Goddess one day haivng a wash at a Billabong.
So taken by her beauty was our hero Billy that he called upon the gods to give him a sign as to the passion he could expect should his wooing be successful. Zeus spoke to Billy in a dream and said the sound of her orgasm is like the thunder you hear at the height of the greatest storm and the manifestation of her beloved must be in equal measure or else he will be struck dead.
Billy was a little unsure now of his ardour and continued riding his Dinosaur taxis across the great outback. He pined for his unrequited love and one day taking his courage in both hands said to Zeus , " I am ready, Come what may I intend to make her mine ".
Zeus said " Very well, there is just one last thing you should know, during the final throes of passion she can get a bit excited and any part of your anatomy still in contact with her when she will be turned to stone, you'll know cos she turns red in the face "
And years after poor Billy Ayres passed away we can still see that testament to manhood-Ayes Rock.
I did see a wonderful short film some years ago where folks from around the world were asked to make the sound of a gunshot (like when you play cowboys or cops and robbers). The variation was quite extraordinary, and everyone seemed quite contented that they were making the appropriate noise.
As another interesting (slightly related) matter...a couple of months past I was in the home of a lady who was working away in her kitchen and talking to herself as we often do "Ok...now I'll get the...". And the question occured to me as to whether folks who are deaf sign to themselves. I queried one of our favorite members who is without hearing and asked her. She said she does it all the time.
And that brings up the question I didn't ask...do folks from various places show an equivalence to 'accent' in the ways they sign? And as physical grace is so varied amongst us, some folks must seem to speak more beautifully than others.
Dear Esteemed Aged Auntie: did weeSetanta squash the weeCat with his bigCar to get to his ice cream? and why was he getting ice cream at 8 in the morning?
All this talk about orgasms and ice cream and such is quite enthralling, but I need to break in for a second with some exciting news. I have just returned from the flea market where I happened upon a most extraordinary find. An old, ornately carved table lamp with the flexible arm. An exceptional find and I was able to purchase this for 3.50.
The gentleman wanted 12.00 and we bickered for quite some time, the end result being I walked away with this jewel of a lamp for the aforementioned price.
It is sitting on my desk right now and I am gazing upon it as I type. Yes sir, it is indeed an exciting day in the Ratzenhofer domicile.
Dear Esteemed Auntie:
Will babyGus use the afore-mentioned lamp to maintain his lovely form? Will he use it to benchpress?
TIA
eB
Looks like you found a new Hulk physique also! Wow, way to gus.
Do you only get to be that size when you don't manage to get the price of carved lamps down to where you want them ?
Well, I hardly know what to say.....
Beth - the passion for icecream cometh when it will - I do not think there is a special "icecream" time.
If he DID squash the cat (which I do not for a second believe) he is a dead puppy!
Oh, always startling when I'm just readin' along and chuckling and then suddenly come across a reference to meself. Makes me kinda sit up straight and look around. Who, me?
I think I've talked about the deaf Chinese guy with the signed accent before, which sounds like a lead-in to a dirty joke, which would fit in great here, but, alas, it's not a dirty joke. Yet. I'm sure the lovely folks here shall find a way to twist it into Nashian if not Flyntian territory in no time.
At any rate -- signed languages are made up of a finite number of handshapes, the equivalent to phonemes (the finite number of smallest phonetic units capable of conveying a distinction in meaning) found in spoken languages. These handshapes vary from signed language to signed language. A handshape in ASL is called the "a" handshape because it also represents that letter, and is a loose fist with thumb laid alongside (as opposed to wrapped over the other fingers.) A handshape in Chinese Signed Language is similar, but it's much further back... the thumb is closer to your first knuckle, or the back of your hand.
So Chinese deaf guy, born in China, learns ASL. He learns the signs using the "a" handshape, but he can't seem to avoid making the Chinese handshape instead of the American one... he CAN, physically, put his thumb alongside the second knuckle instead of the first, but once he starts signing, it goes back to its "natural" position. Et voila -- a Chinese accent while communicating in ASL.
To go back to dlowan's q, I'm sure there ARE differences, since different languages use different phonemes.
So Joe, go get that grant, boy.
I do not run over cats, Allegedly Dear Wabbit. Harumph. I chase them away, and always feel badly about it. There are about four or five of late who have decided that no tarmac will do but that in the parking lot next to my apartment; and futher, that no shade on that tarmac quite matches that beneath Ol' Bessie. So i'm obliged to remember this, and look beneath the jeep for idiot felines, and then roar at them, and run at them, until they leave the parking lot so that i can leave in an other than murderous manner.
Some friends of mine kept many pets, always two or three dogs, Bob Evans the cat (so named because of his fondness for a particular brand of breakfast sausage--he would eat no other), and numerous other "i was just prowling through the neighborhood, and i'm ever so hungry" unclaimed felines. Dee drove a school bus on contract, which meant that she kept it parked at home when not driving. Twice she killed cats who were sleeping on top of the tires in the wheel well, and although she was very careful to check for them, on those two occasions she missed them. I have a preternatural horror of casually killing any animal which is not actually a noxious insect.
Esteemed Aged Auntie: should weeSetanta buy an awning for the catzes to sleep under? and perhaps a hammock for them to lounge on?
soz
Thanks for the Chinese story. Is my intuition right that someone who gestures/signs with particular grace is more delightful to 'listen' to? Perhaps comparable to a melifluous voice?
