❤ Dating Advice For MaidenFans Thread ❤

[Diesel 11]

Disclaimer: my post is satire and I actually think a lot of what I “complained” about is cool, it makes language more unique as a whole. Although some of it is still complaints. Swiss German I’m looking at you.

 

[Lamia020281]

Finnish really could use å more often, because it doesn't use it at all. (It's the "Swedish o")

 

[Lamia020281]

And if you want to know what all this is doing in the dating advice thread, we're telling you that philologists are sexy and dateable.

I'm one, but apparently the gentlemen around here didn't know that when I was young.

 

[Diesel 11]

Finnish really could use å more often, because it doesn't use it at all. (It's the "Swedish o")

Isn’t it part of alphabet because some names with Swedish origins have them? (And loan words too but I could be wrong?)

 

[Saapanael]

And if you want to know what all this is doing in the dating advice thread, we're telling you that philologists are sexy and dateable.

I want a sexy nerd in my life.

 

[Lamia020281]

Isn’t it part of alphabet because some names with Swedish origins have them? (And loan words too but I could be wrong?)

Yeah, some names do. Not in any loan words that I can remember, perhaps some really old ones.

 

[Ariana]

I was thinking about a “which Maidenfan would you rather date” survivor but that would make some nasty arguments.

Let's do this.

 

[Perun]

Not gonna work, we're going to end up drowning in arguments over whether Cried counts or not.

 

[LooseCannon]

Not gonna work, we're going to end up drowning in arguments over whether Cried counts or not.

He doesn't.

 

[Ariana]

Nobody can date Cried. He is transcendent.

 

[Ariana]

...philologists are sexy and dateable.

I'm one.

Take the hint, @Perun, will you?

 

[Perun]

I already date a philologist.

 

[LooseCannon]

I already date a philologist.

I've been your friend for a long time and I can confirm that you aren't going to do any better, so best to stick with the philologist that puts up with your crap now.

 

[Perun]

Don't you worry about that, my friend.

 

[Diesel 11]

Not gonna work, we're going to end up drowning in arguments over whether Cried counts or not.

I’m playing Cried to win.

 

[Magnus]

Nobody can date Cried. He is transcendent.

Speaking of dating,

 

[Deleted member 7164]

Who would you rather date or Thousand_Suns?

 

[JudasMyGuide]

Czech and Polish for being clusterfucks.

Czech is actually highly regular. It's just that of the rules, there are many.

Plus you get a free bonus. Because it's flective, you can get (almost) any word order you want!

Let's look at the sentence The moonlight is shimmering upon the Lake Lucerne.

Na Lucernském jezeře/jezeru se třpytí Měsíce svit.
Na lucernském, na jezeře/jezeru, se Měsíce třpytí svit.
Na Lucernském jezeře/jezeru, Měsíce se třpytí svit.
Na jezeře/jezeru Lucernském se třpytí Měsíce svit.
Měsíce svit se třpytí na jezeře Lucernském.
Svit Měsíce třpytí se na Lucernském jezeře.
Třpytí se Měsíce svit na jezeře Lucernském.
Měsíce se na Lucernském jezeře třpytí svit.
Měsíce svit na jezeře Lucernském třpytí se.

And many more!

How's that a clusterfuck, man?

 

[mtmccox]

This just sounds like something Jolanda would say.

Měsíce se na Lucernském jezeře třpytí svit.

 

[JudasMyGuide]

This just sounds like something Jolanda would say.

I'm getting more of the Czech National Revival vibes from it. Might be because until recently I was reading the Divine Comedy in Vrchlický's translation (switched to Babler halfway through Purgatorio).

Spoiler: Random Dante quotes

V půl naší zemské pouti když se vkročí,
já octnul jsem se v tmavém, pustém lese,
neb cesta pravá zmizela mi s očí.

Ten popsati les, ruka má se třese:
tak divoký byl, drsný, v stálém šeru,
že vzpomínka naň nový strach mi nese!

Tak hořký, smrt že málem trpčí věru,
leč, chci-li dobro líčit z jeho středu,
co shled' jsem v jiném, vypovím, též směru.

Jak tam jsem přišel, říci nedovedu,
tak plný spánku byl jsem v oné chvíli,
když minul jsem se pravé cesty sledu.

Leč k patě vršku jak má noha pílí,
tam, tmavý tento údol kde se tratí,
jímž v srdce mé se tolik bázně chýlí:

Zřím do výše, jak vršku bedra šatí
té hvězdy paprsk, jejíž záře milá
vždy každou cestou jiné k cíli vrátí.

...

Ku cestě do lepší se vody noře,
člun mého ducha plachty natahuje,
za sebou nechav kruté ono moře.

O druhé říši, kde se očišťuje
duch člověka, já hodlám nyní pěti,
a odkud vstoupat v ráj se připravuje.

Zde poesii hleďte oživěti,
Vy Musy svaté, v tomto okamžení
jsem váš, ať Kalliope trochu vzletí.

Tím zvukem provázejíc moje pění,
jímž nešťastné ty straky polekané
víc nedoufaly ani v odpuštění.

Lesk safíru, jenž modrem sladkým plane,
v čistého vzduchu záři usmívá se
a ku prvnímu kruhu kolem kane...