Babel Fish is Right!
Birgit has a meme on her blog, that goes thusly:
Your task, should you choose to accept it: take a post or part of a post. Go here.

Copy the text, and translate it into any language. Then copy the translation into the 'translate' field, and translate it back into English.

So I did it with this passage:

She always relaxes when she's on her changing table, so we tried putting the changing pad in her crib, and putting her to sleep that way. Maybe it was middle-of-the-night-sleep-deprived deleriosity, but...Success!! Who knows what we'll be doing next week. I still have a hard time with her being in another room, I feel too separated from her.

I translated it into Spanish, then back into English, and this is what I got:

It relaxes always when it is in his table that she changes, so we tried to put the cushion that she changed in his manger, and to put it to sleep that way. He was perhaps deleriosity Medio-de-$$$-NOCHE-DORMIR-PRIVADO, but... success! Who knows what we will make the week next. Still I have awhile it last elsewhere with his being, I also feel separated of her.

Then I did the same thing with Japanese and got this:

She her is always a table of her modification, therefore that we put the pad of modification on her lintel bucket, tried the fact that she is put in order to sleep in such wind, it loosens. Deleriosity where that is plundered night sleeping of center perhaps, but... success! Was! We do next year week those where it is known or someone. I pass at the time of balance of the thing where she is in still another room, me leaving from her who is felt excessively.

Really weird. The Japanese one sounds poetic in a way, "Deleriosity where that is plundered night sleeping of center perhaps". But seriously, "lintel bucket?" What the heck is that? And how is that related to a crib?  ¶ 3:09 PM 3 comments

  Ouch! Soon I'll be invisible!

I just looked for the first time in a long time, and I've devolved again! Really devolved! I used to be a Crawly Amphibian, or at least a Flippery Fish, or at the very least, a Slimy Mollusk. Now, I'm a Multicelluar Microorganism!
If you're wondering what the heck I'm on about, it's the TTLB ecosystem, which ranks blogs based on how many people link to them. I'm sure my infrequent posting is the cause.
Oh well. This is the sort of thing a Bisy Backson worries about, not me.  ¶ 2:32 PM 0 comments

  Bisy Backson
One of my favorite books is Benjamin Hoff's The Tao of Pooh.
In that book, Hoff describes a certain creature called the Bisy Backson. The name is based on a note that Christopher Robin left for Pooh Bear, which read:

Gon out
Backson
Bisy
Backson
C.R.

Hoff describes the Bisy Backson this way:

Let's put it this way, if you want to be healthy, relaxed, and contented, just watch what a Bisy Backson does and then do the opposite. There's one now, packing back and forth, jingling the loose coins in his pocket, nervously glancing at his watch. He makes you feel tired just looking at him. The chronic Backson always seems to have to be going somewhere, at least on a superficial, physical level. He doesn't go out for walk, though; he doesn't have time. The Bisy Backson is always On The Run, it seems, always:
GONE OUT
BACK SOON
BUSY
BACK SOON

Anyway, that's how I've felt lately. When I have too many days where I'm "gon out backson bisy backson", it affects Cary, too. She gets overtired and fussy. She doesn't nurse as well. So I'm trying to avoid it. Sometimes we need to just stay home and relax. Go for a walk. Read a book. Watch a movie. Cuddle. Take a nap. You know, the important stuff.  ¶ 2:15 PM 2 comments