Curse of the verbal chameleon
Sep. 11th, 2005 07:01 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
hirezEngaged in this, so listening to English spoken by a variety of non-natives. (Mind, I'd be buggered if trying to transliterate Geordie, so...)
I shall start speaking in fractured sentences again, just like last time.
Neil thinks we should have our own hacker-camp. I, um, wouldn't know where to start.
The transcription process is somewhat clunky because PeeCee video clients are all a bit fragile, but there we are. I'm sure if I don't like it I can hack the source myself.
Wandered out to Woodchester Mansion earlier, which was very nice indeed. Wear a Whitby t-shirt and you're sure to be recognised.Had to bunk off a bit early due to a late night (previous bout of transcription) followed by an early morning. I'm sure the nice guides would not have been pleased to find a scruffy hacker-type akip in the tastefully-lit stone bath.
No ghosts. Not even a scouse gobshite one trying to thieve the spectral wireless.
However. I now really want to live in a big house with many staircases and more rooms than one might find immediately useful. There could be the video room, the room with nothing in it but a screwdriver, the room faced with mattresses for moshpit practice, the room with the large folding doors for working on vehicles indoors, the soundproof attic room at the far end of the long wing for those afflicted with snoring, the room where everything is nailed to the ceiling, the Scalextric hillclimb staircase...
I shall start speaking in fractured sentences again, just like last time.
Neil thinks we should have our own hacker-camp. I, um, wouldn't know where to start.
The transcription process is somewhat clunky because PeeCee video clients are all a bit fragile, but there we are. I'm sure if I don't like it I can hack the source myself.
Wandered out to Woodchester Mansion earlier, which was very nice indeed. Wear a Whitby t-shirt and you're sure to be recognised.Had to bunk off a bit early due to a late night (previous bout of transcription) followed by an early morning. I'm sure the nice guides would not have been pleased to find a scruffy hacker-type akip in the tastefully-lit stone bath.
No ghosts. Not even a scouse gobshite one trying to thieve the spectral wireless.
However. I now really want to live in a big house with many staircases and more rooms than one might find immediately useful. There could be the video room, the room with nothing in it but a screwdriver, the room faced with mattresses for moshpit practice, the room with the large folding doors for working on vehicles indoors, the soundproof attic room at the far end of the long wing for those afflicted with snoring, the room where everything is nailed to the ceiling, the Scalextric hillclimb staircase...
