The other day I skyped my darling sister Amanda Pulham, who happens to be both a more talented artist than I am, and funnier than me. I know, right? Some people get dipped in all the right gene pools.
Now, I always enjoy a bit of Bing translation on facebook. Finally my smarmy multi-language friends can’t have their little secret messages in “code,” safe in the knowledge that in order to know what they are saying, I’d need to copy and paste the text and put it into altavista babbelfish. It’s messy. Now I can just click ‘see translation’ on facebook and Bing will translate everything for me, from their language straight into English. Which is great!
Well that’s good, I guess?
How is this even a conversation?
So it goes without saying that my new favourite phrase is “translated by bing.” Most of the other languages seem to translate really well (with the exception of German one that described the lush German marketing manager as the ‘fire can manager’) but I can’t help but think that something has gone a bit wrong at Bing headquarters.
That, or they’ve hired a Korean translator with a wicked sense of humour.
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