first things first. i woke up this morning to hear the south side of the city was experiencing snow flurries. i was bummed and jealous. then around 9:30 this morning, it finally made it to the north side of town. see those little white specks? that's snow...lol







ok, next things next. this is too cool. hubby found this last night. it's the Dialectizer. you can either put in the url of a web page and have it converted (try a story from chick flicks or heavyglow---or try a journal entry) or you can paste in your own text and translate.



here's the first part of my story, All God's Children...



The heavy-set woman in floral chiffon slammed the paper down on the lace-covered table, sending teacup and saucer clattering. “What’s this nonsense with Pastor Davis,
Betty? I can’t read without my glasses.”

“Why, Gracie Yancy. I haven’t seen you in ages.” Betty smiled from underneath her Carolina-blue straw hat. “Where’ve you been?”

“I’ve been in Mobile, helping my Jessie with the baby.”

“Do have a seat.” She patted the chair beside her.

“What’s the story?”

“Well,” Betty leaned in, “you know the pastor and Wiley Jenkins been fighting over that beach front property for years?”

Gracie nodded.

“Just last week, they found Wiley underneath one of his old junkers.” Betty reached for a pastry. “He was dead, Gracie. As dead as my mother and daddy---God rest their souls.”

“And they think the Pastor did it?”

Betty swallowed her scone hard, shaking her head. “No. Accident. Sheriff said the jack musta give out. But listen to this. Wiley’s widow asked Pastor Davis to do the ceremony.” Betty turned and motioned to the waitress. “What’ll you have, Gracie?”



now here it is translated into Jive (sorry for the formatting, not my fault...



De heavy-set honky chick in flo'al chiffon slammed da damn sheet waaay down on de lace-covered table, drowin' teacup and sauca' clatterin'. “Whut’s dis nonsense wid Da Man Davis, Snow Flake? ah' can’t eyeball widout mah' glasses.” “Why, Gracie Yancy. Slap mah fro! ah' haven’t seen ya' in ages.” Snow Flake smiled fum underdiggin' hoth ha' Carolina-blue straw hat. Man! “Where’ve ya' been?” “I’ve been in Mobile, helpin' mah' Jessie wid de baby. Slap mah fro!” “Do gots some seat. Man!” She patted da damn chair beside her. Ah be baaad... “Whut’s de sto'y?” “Well,” Snow Flake leaned in, “ya' know de da man and Wiley Jenkins been fightin' upside dat beach front propuh'ty fo' years?” Gracie nodded. “Just last week, dey found Wiley underdiggin' hoth one uh his old junkers.” Snow Flake reached fo' some pastry. Slap mah fro! “He wuz wasted, Gracie. As wasted as mah' moda' and Big Daddy---God rest deir souls.” “And dey dink de Da Man dun did it?” Snow Flake swallowed ha' scone hard, shakin' ha' haid. “No. 'S coo', bro. Accident. Man! Sheriff said da damn jack musta cut out. Man! But listen t'dis. Wiley’s widow ax'ed Da Man Davis t'do de ceremony. Slap mah fro!” Snow Flake turned and moshuned t'de Plate Chick. “Whut’ll ya' gots, Gracie?”




ok, here's the link, ya'll go have some fun!


The Dialectizer



btw, RT, i had to catch up on some CF stuff, i'll catch up my story tomorrow!