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qep'a: Highlights (wanI'mey vItuvqu'pu'bogh) (in English)
- From: Mark Mandel <[email protected]>
- Subject: qep'a: Highlights (wanI'mey vItuvqu'pu'bogh) (in English)
- Date: Thu, 08 Aug 1996 11:10:27 -0500
qep'a: Highlights (wanI'mey vItuvqu'pu'bogh)
[yIqIm! tlhIngan Hol vIlo'meH 'a chu'wI'pu' vItuchbe'meH,
jabbI'IDvam vIchenmoHmeH tlhIngan Hol vIlo'pu' 'ej 'oH vIlI'pu'.]
[NOTE: In order to use Klingon without excluding beginners, I
composed this message in Klingon and have already posted it.]
Arriving at the hotel about 10 pm. Walking into the meeting room,
suitcase in hand, and introducing myself to a whole room full of
Klingonists.
Culture pseudo-shock: remembering not to stifle belches.
(Remember the banquet scene on "Power Klingon"!)
Late-night mock battle on the beach-volleyball sand court with
Robyn on a sugar high.
Playing Klingon Scrabble.
Singing the Imperial Anthem under the direction of the composer,
Captain Krankor.
Rehearsing (and rehearsing and rehearsing) Hamlet V.2, and finally
presenting it.
Group lunch with trI'Qal, Klingon only.
Playing "Encore!" and singing a zillion songs far into the night.
7(?)-year-old Cory scoring a couple of hits for his team and being
roundly cheered by both sides.
Literally sitting at Marc Okrand's feet.
Eating qagh at the banquet.
Freaking the mundanes (but not too much).
The chocolate shop.
Passing the new KLI seal around.
"Password".
Leading thirty Klingonists in pronunciation drill (with "hand
puppets").
Reverse culture shock: On my way home, remembering to stifle
belches again.
marqem, tlhIngan veQbeq la'Hom -- Heghbej ghIHmoHwI'pu'!
Subcmdr. Markemm, Klingon Sanitation Corps -- Death to Litterbugs!
** Mark A. Mandel : [email protected] **
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