One of the more unusual Christmas gifts I have gotten in the past was a Klingon language CD. You know, of the "Teach yourself Klingon in twelve easy lessons" variety. It is a bit tongue in cheek. For instance, it goes into some detail on how to book a room in a Klingon hotel. Apparently, Klingons like to sleep on concrete, and the phrase for "When is checkout time?" is answered with "6 a.m." Most command phrases can be ended with the words "or die", as in "Pass me the salt, or die!"
The language itself is incredibly gutteral - it was actually designed to be harsh and to cause the speaker to spit upon the being with whom she is conversing. It is better to speak Klingon badly but forcefully than to speak it perfectly but meekly. So speak forcefully, or die!
I should give that CD another listen one of these days. How can you go wrong with a language in which the sound of "Hello" resembles that of a chicken being strangled? A really big, hairy chicken, though.
There is more about the Klingon language at the Klingon Language Institute. This site goes to prove that some people really do have too much time on their hands. I mean, people have actually translated Hamlet into Klingon! (This is because of some Shakespeare references in one of the Star Trek movies - the sixth one, I believe.) I guess the only things sadder are the people who read it, or perhaps the people who write about the people that read it. Hmmm.
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