My dad’s site is up and live!

If you’re unfamiliar with his work, my dad, Bill Jancewicz, is a translator who works for the Naskapi Development Corporation as well as Wycliffe Bible Translators. Among other things, he helped create the Naskapi Lexicon (dictionary), the BJCree font, and just finished the New Testament in the Naskapi language.

He my mom Norma Jean have just returned to Schefferville & Kawawachikamach to begin work on translating the Old Testament into Naskapi.

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Lyric ideas for a song. Thoughts?

Wake up
This epoch is yours
As long as you are alive
Undermine the cooling embers
Span your limbs, crane your neck
And rise.

I gotta say, this is REALLY cool, but a little bit unnerving too… Robots can officially dribble faster and better than any human can. And to see it catch that cellphone… pretty amazing.

(Car has יאַרמלקע)

Went to the movies with my friend Chris Smith and his fianceé Sarah this morning. Tamika and I haven’t been out on a date in ages, so it was nice to get out. We hired a babysitter and caught the matinee.

The movie was very well done. The storyline was incredible, with actors that made the documentary style very believable.
We all walked out.
The reason? It was disgusting.
The aliens were cool looking, but followed the same tired old alien character style that has been the norm for the past 10 years. Every since the Aliens series, extra terrestrials have been typically modeled after insects… Except slimy.

Alien herself?

Black, slimy, exoskeleton with sharp angular protrusions.

Starship Troopers:

Yellow Black, slimy, exoskeleton with sharp angular protrusions.

Star trek’s ice monster:

Red, slimy, exoskeleton with sharp angular protrusions.

And now District 9? C’mon, be inventive!

Not only that, but they all seem to have the same language too, growls & clicks through a telephone voice distorted.

But back to the disgusting part. Once he movie got going, every scene. EVERY scene had some kind of swelling, oozing, snotty, slimy bodily discharge. It was like watching a miscoloured Discovery Health with an actual plot.

Which is a shame, because like I said, the plot is really good.

Now, I understand the market… There is a large audience of young men who thrive on slimy disgusting things on screen. The more gory, the better they like it.
This same audience typically buys first-person shooter games with the same level of gore.

But at some point, perhaps we might just take a step back. With movies like these, we not different from Romans watching bears maul Christians at the colloseum and then lighting them as torches along their highways, or Mayans watching the winners of a ball game decapitate their opponents on field.
Sure, we’re separated by a silver screen. But with movies like this becoming so commonplace… How long will it last?

Setti had on a very pretty black dress, which inspired Tamika to try and find something at Macy’s for her show tonight.

Traffic was pretty bad on the way home (when is it not in DC) which made us pretty late for her show. Tamika’s mom made us spaghetti to go, and we rushed off.

Club Reality is a small, unassuming place, and it’s only about 10 minutes from our house. From the outside, it looks pretty run down, but I was impressed with how nice and spacious it was on the inside.
Our friend Twi Jackson has now joined the band, and I have to say, this was one of their best shows. Twi sang “what you would do for love” and blew it away. Tamika sang Marvin Gaye’s “I want you” and blew it away. She’s been working hard on her stage presence, and she really entertained the crowd.

Afterwards, we went out to see Harry Potter. Good movie. Tamika knows the storyline better than I, but I enjoyed myself.

2am? Time for an early bedtime…

Must. Have. Sleep…

Last week, I read a book with a kitchen scene to her, and pointed out each object.

(me pointing to the book) “Apple. This is an apple. Apple. You say; apple.” (and then I point to her lips)
“Abu.”
“Good! Book. This is a book. You say; book.”
“Bût.”
“Good. Girl. This is a girl. You say.”
“Gur.”
“Good. Frying pan. This is a frying pan. You say.”
“Fynpan.”

And so on.
SINCE then, she just says everything we say, without prompting.
Everything.

So needless to say, we’ve been editing out words like “jerk”, “douche-bag”, “punk” and “moron”.
Now, dinner conversations go like this:

Tamika: So, did that big project get done?
Benjamin: No. They decided to be Elmos and ask for revisions.
Nya: Ewmo!
Tamika: That stinks.
Benjamin: Yeah, they were a bunch of Big Birds. The completely Dora-ed the whole process, and sent it back for 6 Snufalumpagus revisions. I’m so sick of this Telly Monster project.
Nya: Dooo-wah! (Dora)
Tamika: I’m tired of them treating you like Ernie. How much more do you have to do with them?
Nya: Eehnie!
Benjamin: Not too much, this is the last project. It’s not the AE’s fault, the client is on it’s way out and it’s being a Backpack.
Nya: Bah-pat, BAH-PAT!

If you do to, you’re going to enjoy these. The explanation is pretty simple, if you don’t get it from the first video, you’ll understand by the last one.