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the dorkness
January 14, 2009
Vert, four palets argent, in sinister base a panther dormant in annulo proper.
I love that I have dear friends who can tell me how to properly blazon a photo of my cat without laughing at me for asking.
Now, if anybody can provide me with a good Latin translation of “it’s Daddy, you shithead! Where’s my bourbon?”, it’ll be greatly appreciated. Just the latest contender for the banner that tattooed red-winged blackbirds will some day carry across my chest. I’m sorry I’m such a freak (me tum extraordinarius esse paenitet) and with twenty-six soldiers of lead shall I take over the world are still in the running as well. Married but not dead, while tempting, had to be removed from the running, as marriage goes against my religion. Any other ideas happily considered.
Posted by jodi on January 14, 2009 at 2.50pm
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Comments on "the dorkness"
Catapultam habeo. Nisi pecuniam omnem mihi dabis, ad caput tuum saxum immane mittam.
(I have a catapult. Give me all the money, or I will fling an enormous rock at your head.)
Non calor sed umor est qui nobis incommodat.
(It’s not the heat, it’s the humidity)
Postatem obscuri lateris nescitis.
(You do not know the power of the dark side.)
Animadvertistine, ubicumque stes, fumum recta in faciem ferri?
(Ever noticed how wherever you stand, the smoke goes right into your face?)
Posted by Rich on January 14, 2009 at 6.23pm :: link
I can’t provide the translation myself, but I can refer you to one hell of a tattoo artist who can. My friend Phuc is an amazing tattoo artist AND a Latin prof.
http://www.tsunamitattoo.com/page1.html
Posted by cari on January 14, 2009 at 7.26pm :: link