Baby's first translation

[bironic]

I've gone global! leesun211 has translated "No Pain" into Korean. (It takes a minute to load.) How cool is that? :D

On a whim, I ran the text through an automatic translator to see how it read, and then remembered how ridiculous automatic translations are. It yielded such gems as:

"House! Are you going to do a drug? You are a very stupid thing."

and

House, who first saw him heading, and what it means is whether Wilson had apparently did not know him 1/8 Azerbaijan.

and

The hug between the two close. His body was moaning like a person, like Wilson umjikyeotgo House Shake your butt. [...] Wilson, in his throat brutally Suck him in the groin and lying in his garage, and the increasingly rebellious powers of the House feel that the way out of tight otgit Gotcha.

*snickers* (I am sure the original translation is just fine.)


And so, in honor of the brilliance that is electronic text translators, a little something silly to kill time before the Very Last House comes on:

Comment to this post, and I will choose one of your fics (or, if you are not a writer, one of your journal entries), run a passage through a few languages at Google Translate or Babelfish, reconvert it to English, and post the result. Then you can laugh and/or try to figure out where the heck it came from.

Fun? Yes?

Comments

[zulu.livejournal.com]

Do me!

[thedeadparrot.livejournal.com]

oooh, do me! This is untapped fount of hilarity, I think.

[phinnia.livejournal.com]

Oh please, please. I need a laugh. (all my fic is in my memories.)

[recrudescence.livejournal.com]

Sweet Jesus, that's so bad it's amazing. House is a very stupid thing. Pick any fic of mine you like, if you're bored enough.

[spoopy.livejournal.com]

Me! :D

And yay for getting your first fic translated! :-)

[bironic.livejournal.com]

It watches. He can do nothing. Cuddy parties Wilson and his legs, the legs to tremble in their muscles, their engines in the heels reads pushes upward. Finger's House glitter, and press circles slowly soft, and Wilson watches her face, fascinated by the House's passionate expression, the way in which it naked. Cuddy's erythematous skin is warm and salt of sweat, and that is Wilson's leg, and his erection, no more than five centimetres from the hand of the house. Cuddy's moaning sounds in his ear Wilson and turns to his instinct, the instinct, ask them, because they gave him this moment. There they meet, and she is sweet, it tastes the small whimpers they do. He had thought that it would be impossible to take into account that Cuddy, the dean of medicine at the hospital is an important teaching, and he is by his employees, and he would never be any of these insider, as it does not ensure his place. Well, since it here, but there's nothing to forget, he can. The way he is in the meetings, for the expression of dimness of the theater, and in this moment. Beautiful, always. Wilson wants the noise of the fingers's House roof over their clitoris, the hardness, from the breathing. Cuddy meet again, and there will be more and more torn, and finally pulls them away to breathe and scream. All these sounds. Wilson push a little forces in the hip, and he moves, he can focus on his chest, rubbing his thumb on the top of a nipple and kissing on the other side. Cuddy arches in the mouth, and his breath hiccup in his throat. She moves, but it is by the two of them, 'House of mouth against his neck and Wilson leaves sucking, licking kissing along the curve of their breasts. Cuddy keeps his head, his fingers in her hair, and Wilson knows from her crying, the House of speeding the movement of the hands if they are to come. He once they meet at this time, the swallows and the name of the house, where they to his lips.

The Kiss moves slowly. If his head lifts Wilson, Jim Cuddy, he smiles. "Now, there's a man who knows how to get a woman what she wants."

[zulu.livejournal.com]

Hee! At least two sentences got through unscathed. What language?

[daasgrrl.livejournal.com]

I was going to comment anyway and say congrats, but I totally want to see this, please :D

[pwcorgigirl.livejournal.com]

None of us know him "1/8 Azerbaijan," so that may be inherently quite profound! :D

[bironic.livejournal.com]

Rodney end of the previous session house, which is that of the United States in the military government of math one day practice. The plan was to sit down and look around the school after the bad television, and maybe, some homework, Rodney, and may perhaps have the chance to observe his work on the house bio entirely consumed in a way to Rodney Voit otherwise never at any time, even in the case of mathematics. (That one's # 12 on the list of "all Gets hot, and the difficulty, something lame and pathetic, such as biology.")

Of course, everything is entgleiste by the mere fact that Dad's House is round, and probably not really good with Rodney perving on his sons.

"So you are Rodney McKay," he says. "Greg told me to you, but I was not sure he had really existed."

Rodney is not quite sure what to say, and the house is a bit like he wants the earth and open to swallow everything, and ends Rodney say, "Uh, no. It's me. In the meat. Real. Well, also true that everything that can be, I guess. I think, therefore I am, et cetera. "

Ellen's House combines with its arch ribs before hiking is bad, and strangely enough, House father smiled, hung on the edge rather than angry. "Good to know," he says looks like any other rugged military man in movies ever.

"Yes," said Rodney, does not attempt to wind. "I am sure it is."

[bironic.livejournal.com]

German to French and back to English.

[nightdog-barks.livejournal.com]

Oooh, me!

This reminds me a little of the "haiku" generator!

[bironic.livejournal.com]

Hm. It seems to like yours. :)



House blink, surprised. "What the hell?"

"Get your own." Wilson ripped open and zampó pudding inside cover, it petulantly decide to eat their dessert first damned House managed to obtain in time and the ghost of her grandmother who has never ceased to say anything that could only Mimar dinner shut up, God rest his soul.

"Seriously, how on earth did you do that?"

"You are not on it. Ago many of them in the refrigerator to see? Get your own."

Another cup of pudding flew across the room and landed in the hands of Wilson.

This time surprised enough to eat. All other in the cafeteria seemed to have the same problem, apparently because the room was suddenly silent as the grave.

Wilson started in home with the full force of his intense blue eyes, stealing second cup of pudding away. "Impressive. Well, it's what I call a side effect."

[thewlisian-afer.livejournal.com]

Isn't it awesome and weird, having your stuff translated? One of my (really crappy HP) stories is archived somewhere out there on teh intarwebz in Russian. I may never get over it. XD

[bironic.livejournal.com]

Amber was very exciting, even in the future. Obviously Thirteen had gathered some courage in the department of intimidation, if they are to leave, they do… looked interesting. Big damn well that they wanted to say. So you have a tattoo humiliating. A piercing. A… "Holy shit".

In fact, what is believed, like about ten minutes, they gaped, she was yawning and close his mouth, then yawned. "They… you rhino?" Has it succeeded, chirp, absurd.

"They are a close second blondes that are not closed."

Amber's face felt Silly Putty. It was not the case that they will not wait for a good idea to blow in this area, and if the circumstances were enough to say, but it was not the exact quantity of images of genitalia The encounter with her in the face. In a dizzying noise, adrenaline, fusillaient them to their feet. "What the hell…"

"They are hanging out here in terms of all unintentional porn and speak of a relationship to maintain. It is only right and proper for you some kind of reward for that, do you not?"

"I can not, you," was all they think blurt.

[recrudescence.livejournal.com]

They are hanging out here in terms of all unintentional porn

Welcome to my life on the Internet.

[deelaundry.livejournal.com]

Awesome! Congratulations on your translation!

(And, yes of course, please do me.)

[bironic.livejournal.com]

Yay!


In this way please refer to the house, his sudden push even harder to stop something like that from me, all of Wilson, Wilson wonders if he is the second leg split Now, this month if his own house is too much burden. Death from his mind when thinking about it, he was again struck prostate, can control himself in front of Wilson and his entire body as he seizes waterweed orgasm through his white-noise roar. He arched off the house, frozen, seized thrall to the intense pleasure hurts him KURANPUKOKKUHADO muscles around the house. He's come in his stomach that erupted two hard before tapering off to a weak pulse throbs, and thrusts his house to stop it before he plateau on the edge of orgasm out of it.

My sense gradually come back to the house and other attractions in the impact of his hard cock Wilson opposed to the cause, please arched back. God, it is now too much, too many, too many Fucking, the house has not come yet. He is almost there, but no, God, Greg, please, please, Oh God, please come, please. Wilson wound to his chest to hold on to his house scrabbling to push him and firmly, hard, difficult, it is still difficult, and finally, as Wilson is begging for him to come It is not for him to take it anymore Fucking, he utters neck deep groan as the climax of his body caves.

Wilson keeps moaning onto a fiercely cling to the hope that the house again. However, he is, he is not moaning again, he was freed from slavery slump gasped when, on Wilson's OGAZUMUFUROPPUSU He is the head of the house in the opposite breast. Sweating, shortness of breath, feeling my whole body alight boneless adrenaline and use both concurrently.

It is a lie, as some of them until the moment of their long rapid deceleration last breath sounds. Wilson cook slip out of the house he was feeling, followed by a little bit of home to come to wet, and he was again breaking the silence to encourage. Because, in this way can not be silent forever. They just can not.

[bironic.livejournal.com]

You get two because the first one's short.


WILSON: In the differential diagnosis for the morning as a gigantic mistake, in any case?

HOUSE: This depends, is not it?

WILSON: What?

House: Does the patient from the family also agree he'sa giant mistake.

WILSON: And if they do?

HOUSE: Then they can spread it. Problem solved.





"Imagine, your rooster," he rasped. "I will be dead soon, Mr. Lesser. It can be one last thing for me before you leave. You enjoy. I guarantee."

"No, I think not." It was trembling, and with a little fear that it is not - or want - name.

"But you have not gone far, have you? I am no longer hold on to, and you have not gone away. If you want to help me sleep all beautiful and peaceful, it's not what you have said? So do it. Go the door. "

[...]

But right here and now, there was only him, and Panzram, and God, he no longer believe in a long time. As if in a dream, Lesser has been satisfying the needs and the keys for the newsletter of the loop on his body, the door to open. Panzram was again to watch the wait.

Lesser finally managed to open the door, and then Panzram was on him, grabbing him and pushing against the wall of stone takes to kiss him again. This time, when a hand down to reach, came to the diversion of the Lesser pants in the same time, close to him urgently to massage. The combined attack was too much for the little ones, and he groaned, a vacuum his mind, his body at the mercy Panzram wanted, what to do. Numbly, he Panzram remove the glasses, keys, the belt around his size. In another minute, Panzram, had managed to climb to his pants to their ankles and had knee between her legs and reached for him.

At first contact with the mouth with his tail Panzram, Lesser thought he would die, the joy was so intense. Nobody had ever done for him, who is affected, as this, without scruples, and she was the only one complaining and wheeze his hands on the cockroaches unnecessarily heavy stone in the wall, nothing to find slopes. The joy went further and further, the construction and retreat, in the waves until it is too big to carry. If Panzram around his rhythm, his hands in his game, as well, Lesser suddenly arched his back, the back of his head smacking into the wall with a certain strength, and his body was stiff, his leg gently, his mouth opens Silence in the vicinity Violence screaming their orgasm swept over him. Then it was over, and he plunged forward on his knees, his hands clasped on the shoulders Panzram, breathing difficult.

[bironic.livejournal.com]

That is a fine point. :)



But the ten kilos too much is not easy to change next spring. He salads, which began jogging. And then met Gregory House, including the idea of a good time for tennis was fierce and constant, almost manic, the Motion.

It will never be as lean as a whippet house in the summer - the breast of the mother and kugel noodles were practically matched his DNA - but he remained in acceptable form, by simply in Parliament.

The stress for themselves alone, it has represented, gave their weight in the coming years. He was appointed as head of the department of oncology, in January, and the extra work and meetings, it was often jumped the meals.

[...]

It is not the same look, though. His eyebrows were difficult, and there were fine crinkles around his eyes when he laughed now, and take the skin more flexible on the bones of his face.

[...]

The seasons come and go. It has the shape, by the stairs House, if not with him. He was quickly aware, as he alone, his heels leather shoes dressed quickly on the hard Hospital. When he went with the house, he has his course of the House of pumping stations, which extends from sugar cane brick.

[pwcorgigirl.livejournal.com]

Okay, it's "Winter Weight," but what language hath wrought this marvelous creation? It's like Salvador Dali turned loose with a word processor: jogging salads, jumping meals, difficult eyebrows (I spit water on the computer screen at that one) and the priceless "the House of pumping stations, which extends from sugar cane brick."

[bironic.livejournal.com]

French! I thought it was appropriate for the initial location.

[bironic.livejournal.com]

*g* Yours may be my favorite so far.

[pwcorgigirl.livejournal.com]

Ah, oui, le eyebrows difficile. ;)

Thank you -- that was just incredibly funny!

[daasgrrl.livejournal.com]

Hee, they're so very obvious I don't think guessing is required. Thanks for that - it was hilarious :)

[I too was intrigued by the 1/8 Azerbaijan. I think that should be offically fanon XD]