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vendredi, mai 25, 2007

I CAN HATH CHEEZBURGER?

Myn gentil rederes, the joly tyme of Averille and May hath not been of much jolitee to me – in feyth, ich haue had but litel tyme to look upon the newe floures and heere the smale foules doyng their thinge, for cursid busynesse hath fallen a-newe vpon me. I was prikked to take thys biswinkful newe labor by grete nede, for whan ich madde myn accountes ich discovred gret dettes and but litel revenue. Thomas, who ys wyth my Lord John of Gaunt in Spayne, had gret need for moneyes to buye a newe blakberrie (for his hath been y-swiped by the Frensshe), and Lowys hath taken up an internship for the somer wyth a Man of Law and thus did need many a fyne robe and tie (ywis, Lowyses raiment on moost dayes ys but a tee shirte and jeans that falle neigh hys ankles for thei aren so loose). Performing the dutees of a Justice of the Pees ys helle of interestinge (cheefly whan we usen blacklites at a crime scene) but it payeth slightli less than nothinge. Ech daye, the many notyces did arryve from Master Card and from thos whom I owed dettes, and at long laste Philippa did taak the mattir into her owen strong, usually shakinge with anger, handes. In myn owen name and in myn owen script she wroot to my Lord Kynge Richard and asked if ther was sum posicioun available.

And so, my freendes, ich haue bicom the Clerk of Kinges Workes. Myn abacus, the which was in the store-room yput wyth Lowyses astrolabe, now gooth with me wheresoever ich go lyk vnto a new, wooden, boringe Ruth. Everich weekend, meseemeth, ich must go to Westminstre, or to the roail palais at Sheene, or to sum smal manor at which several important but unwiedli obiectes are kept that must, withouten delaye, be brought to sum oothir smal manor. And the clerk bifore me did leeve thinges in a soory state. Ich do beleeve that myn predecessour was yiven his knowledge of letteres by chikkens, for hys writinges and accountes aren moore lyk the walking up and doun of several hennes than any maner of human script. Peraventure he was bisy eetinge seed and clucking, for he did but litel of hys job: many an angrie gardiner or ice sculpture maker hath contacted me and yiven me muchel guff for not havynge been y-payed for labor in the kinges servyce. And get me not started concerninge the stonemasones union. But the cash beginneth to flowe. And thus myn owen accountes shal be made wel by my labour on the accountes of the propertees of my Lord the Kyng.

Al of my transportation of sundrie materials and makynge of accomptes hath left me but litel tyme for writing. Ywis, it hath left me but litel tyme for food, sleep or breathinge. And yet in this derke tyme of sorwe and tene, ich haue foond much deliit in the merveillous japeries of the internet. No thyng hath plesed me moore, or moore esed myn wery brayne than thes joili and gentil peyntures ycleped “Cat Macroes” or “LOL Cattes .” Thes wondirful peintures aren depicciouns of animals, many of them of gret weight and girth, the which proclayme humorous messages in sum queynte dialect of Englysshe (peraventure from the North?). Many of thes cattes (and squirreles) do desiren to haue a “cheezburger,” or sum tyme thei are in yower sum thinge doinge sum thinge to yt.

For many dayes ich haue desyred to maak Lolpilgrimes from the smal peyntures that Mayster Linkferste hath ymaad for my Tales of Canterburye - not oonly wolde it be a thing of muchel solaas to me, but it wolde be a good “pre writing exercise” (the which myn tutor, Archbishop Arundel, did alwey saye were of gret necessitee). And thus to-daye whanne ich had a smal spot of tyme bitwene a meetinge wyth a feng shui consultant and a recopyinge of the inventorie of carpentrie supplyes in Windsore, ich did go unto the wondrous LolCat Scriptorium of Gordon de McNaughton and did just go crazye. Syn ich haue not in many dayes y-poosted, ich shalle share with yow myn laboures.

Sum of the Pilgrimes of Canterburye transformed to LolPilgrims, ymaad by Galfridus Chaucer, Justice of the Pees, Clerke of the Kinges Workes

The Knight
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The Maunciple
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heere he shareth a lol concerninge the message of the tale ich haue planned for hym to telle
(and realli, what doth that figure hoold? Meseemeth he hath a potion of heale greater woundes in his hondes)

The Cook
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(ich haue eek seen hym not wasshe hys handes bifor returninge to the makynge of pastees)

The Millere
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chekke the font!

The Prioresse
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The Summoner
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heere he showeth his corrupcion through extortinge a cheezburger

Myn Owene Self
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heere ich refute a clayme of grete errour that was ymaad at Kalamazoo (to which Sire John did travel and did heere and report the sclaundre).
(also, wherefore not Gian Bongiovi?)

The Pardoner
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The Clerk of Oxenforde
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The Wyfe of Bath
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And eek to knytte up the tales and maken an ende of them, ich shalle haue a Parson who telleth an allegorie. Heere he taketh hys allegorie from the Book of LOL:

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Until next tyme, gentils alle, may you hath ur cheezburgers, and ich praye God and Seynt Anthonie the Abbot that ye maye alle fynde ur buckets.

mercredi, mai 09, 2007

Sir John in Kalamazoo!

Benedicitee, good readers alle! I, Sir John Mandeville, have passed the see and arrived in Kalamazoo! If it pleseth yow, fynde below the verray true ymages of myne journee to Kalamazoo!

Y did ryde a thyng marvellous and straunge--an yron hors, or so yt ys yclept. But methynketh yt was nat ryght horsly, thys yron hors.





Canst thow gesse whych room ys myne? Onse, whan that Y was mys-taken for thatte rogue Marco Polo I was putte ynto a prisoun in Turkeye. Yt was about the same as my board here in Kalamazoo.



Methought it goode to welcome my-selfe to Kalamazoo with a potent potable.

I schal be seen to-morrowe atte wyne houre; I hope to meet all and sundry!

dimanche, mai 06, 2007

Sir John in Kalamazoo!

Benedicitee, goode readeres all! I am burnynge the mid-nyght oil in preparacioun for a greet voyage to the gatherynge of Kalamazoo, of the whych place Geoffrey hath regaled me with many jolie stories. (Whan that I heerd of free wyne I was sold.) Verily, I have studied the lines of picke-vppe, recytyng them ynto the mirour and practisyng myne smyle and wynke. Y have even contributed a newe line of picke-vppe: "Do yow have any St Albans yn yow? No? Would yow like some?"

I regrette only that the kinges privee busynesse schal force me to leeve Kalamazoo before the daunce of whych I have heered many a lurid storie of debauch.

Onse I have y-crossed the see I schal report of the greet festivitee that ys Kalamazoo! To yow all who schal set outte for Kalamazoo, bon voyage! Mayhap I schal meete you all atte wine houre.