What nature doesn't do to us will be done by our fellow man

[sovay]

Today is fired. Health: worse. Plans for evening: scotched. Internal soundtrack: stuck on "The Merry Minuet," which is why I am attempting to combat it with loud catchy brass. Success: marginal.

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[strange-selkie.livejournal.com]

I shall entertain you with the glossolalic goddaughter glossary!

KAHT, k'teh KAT, caKAHT, &c: Hello. It appears you are feline.

Dogdogdog: It appears you are feline, but my mothers insist this is not so.

Hah: Greetings.

Hlao hlao: Pardon me. I must take this call. It's Elmo.

La la!: Sesame Street!

La la! (automotive): That had better be Mumford and Sons and not fucking Raffi.

Caw CAW!: Behold! An avian raptor!

Needat: If you do not surrender that object/food item, I will die.

Mmmmmm: Food.

Mama: Rotund dark-haired woman with glasses! Achtung!

Mommy: I need that! Pick me up! Oh, look, a lady! Also, Mommy.

Eat (signed): Sippy cup, please.

More (signed): Grapes.

Water (signed): Water. Or Coke. I know that's Coke in there.

Na na: MAYDAY! MAYDAY! GOING DOWN WITH ALL HANDS! STUCK IN MY KETTLE DRUM AGAIN!

Dump: Jump.

Dididididi: Dance.

Buhbye: Buhbye.


This has been "How To Speak Noel."

[sovay]

Na na: MAYDAY! MAYDAY! GOING DOWN WITH ALL HANDS! STUCK IN MY KETTLE DRUM AGAIN!

Okay, actually, it hurt, but that made me laugh.

[strange-selkie.livejournal.com]

You of all people should know that being musical is dangerous.

...We don't know why that means "Help!" We suspect it's because we come into the room, discover her wedged in the kettledrum/standing on the tricycle, and exclaim, "Noel!" --thereby inextricably linking her name with imminent bodily harm.

Glad we could make you laugh. *hugs*