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"C'est bonne, des Pop-Tarts."
Sep. 8th, 2007 02:23 pmI've been hanging out with ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
lightcastle a lot this week. He is from Montreal, so I've had to admit that my usual way of practicing my French is to absorb pop music from Quebec. He understands.
The high-speed version of the Internet solves a major problem for anyone trying to learn another language: aural exposure. I can tune in RadioCanada and hear inane talk radio in Montrealais instead of pesky Midwestern. I can rewind a piece and say "oh, that's a neat piece of slang" and have time to look it up in my Larousse du College (a high school student's color dictionary).
Honestly, a high school dictionary is amazingly useful as a Rosetta Stone to a culture. I can read about conical cross-sections, understand every wor and then think "wow, I knew this when I was eleven."
I was surfing around today and found a particularly lame manifestation of Quebecois pop culture along the lines of Bo! from the UK or those stupid thumb parodies: Têtes à Claques (Clapper Heads). Oh man, it's deep in the slang of normal life so I have to watch each clip a few times before I get it all. Oh, and they have some kind of fake lisp going on.
Nevertheless, this one clip is survivable. It's two kids showing up for Halloween and hitting a guy up for candy. I can't help but stare at the smaller kid (yeah, I know... they're probably my age behind those masks) sticking her tongue out and then saying "m'aussi! M'aussi!" (Me too! Me too!). Of course it's morning, so the guy tells them he has no candy and come back after five when his wife has the shopping done. So instead they hit him up for Pop-Tarts: he doesn't have those either.
Then the homeowner asks these kids where their costumes are (all they have besides normal clothes are red balls on their noses and stuck out hairdos). The leader explains "we're clowns". Then the leader begs on about Pop-Tarts and eventually says "okay, just one Pop-Tart."
There is also a cute one about two cops dealing with a hostage situation at a strip mall. The only cute part is when the lesser cop tries to call in a set of plane tickets for the criminal and his hostage and he's keeping the conversation light and bouncy.
Oh indeed, it's all stupid. If it weren't, I don't think I could get this much slummy grammar in one sitting.
-c'est tous pour maintenant, Ps/d
lightcastle a lot this week. He is from Montreal, so I've had to admit that my usual way of practicing my French is to absorb pop music from Quebec. He understands.The high-speed version of the Internet solves a major problem for anyone trying to learn another language: aural exposure. I can tune in RadioCanada and hear inane talk radio in Montrealais instead of pesky Midwestern. I can rewind a piece and say "oh, that's a neat piece of slang" and have time to look it up in my Larousse du College (a high school student's color dictionary).
Honestly, a high school dictionary is amazingly useful as a Rosetta Stone to a culture. I can read about conical cross-sections, understand every wor and then think "wow, I knew this when I was eleven."
I was surfing around today and found a particularly lame manifestation of Quebecois pop culture along the lines of Bo! from the UK or those stupid thumb parodies: Têtes à Claques (Clapper Heads). Oh man, it's deep in the slang of normal life so I have to watch each clip a few times before I get it all. Oh, and they have some kind of fake lisp going on.
Nevertheless, this one clip is survivable. It's two kids showing up for Halloween and hitting a guy up for candy. I can't help but stare at the smaller kid (yeah, I know... they're probably my age behind those masks) sticking her tongue out and then saying "m'aussi! M'aussi!" (Me too! Me too!). Of course it's morning, so the guy tells them he has no candy and come back after five when his wife has the shopping done. So instead they hit him up for Pop-Tarts: he doesn't have those either.
Then the homeowner asks these kids where their costumes are (all they have besides normal clothes are red balls on their noses and stuck out hairdos). The leader explains "we're clowns". Then the leader begs on about Pop-Tarts and eventually says "okay, just one Pop-Tart."
There is also a cute one about two cops dealing with a hostage situation at a strip mall. The only cute part is when the lesser cop tries to call in a set of plane tickets for the criminal and his hostage and he's keeping the conversation light and bouncy.
Oh indeed, it's all stupid. If it weren't, I don't think I could get this much slummy grammar in one sitting.
-c'est tous pour maintenant, Ps/d
