Sometimes It's Torture

Did you know The Korean word for "consultant" is the same as "torture"?
I was translating some Korean the other day and I was using A Korean to English Dictionary and the online translator, Babel Fish. I stumbled upon a word I didn't know, so I decided to use babel fish so I could brush up on my Korean typing skills. The word was 고문실 (pronounced Ko-moon shil). I typed it in the translation box and when I hit the translate button, Torture Room" appeared. Now with the reasoning skills I inherited from my family, I realized that Torture room didn't quite fit, so I reluctantly pulled out the old dictionary and found out that in this particular instant, 고문실 meant "Consultant's Office". A few things went through my thoughts when I made this discovery. First, "Man, Korean is confusing sometimes." Second, "computer programs don't have the reasoning skills of even unintelligent people." Third, "Could you imagine what it would be like if a babel fish couldn't feed off of brain waves and just gave the first meaning of a word with multiple definitions?"
Some of you may now be scratching your heads, while others are laughing, about the babel fish. "Let 'splain. No time, let me sum up." The babel fish is a creature with an extremely odd existance created by the genius mind of Douglas Adams in the first novel of The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy. It feeds off of brain waves of individuals communicating with it's host and makes the communication understood by said host. To share the technical definition for those of you who aspire to engineers and love to explain everything in a way that can no longer be understood by those individuals who share the same field as you I have an exert from h2g2.com

"The Babel fish is a small, yellow and leechlike, and probably the oddest thing in the Universe. It feeds on brainwave energy received not from its own carrier but from those around it. It absorbs all unconscious mental frequencies from this brainwave energy to nourish itself with. It then excretes into the mind of its carrier a telepathic matrix formed by combining the conscious thought frequencies with nerve signals picked up from the speech centers of the brain which has supplied them. The practical upshot of all this is that if you stick a Babel fish in your ear you can instantly understand anything said to you in any form of language. The speech patterns you actually hear decode the brainwave matrix which has been fed into your mind by your Babel fish." http://www.bbc.co.uk/dna/h2g2/A3728441
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So now that you have a little understanding of the babel fish you could imagine how tickled I felt when I started thinking about babel fish translating without discernment of the intent behind the words. People may go wonky and fear for their lives.
Just imagine it, Kim Jong-Il could want to negotiate with other nations for food and energy resources. The visit could be going along so well and the babel fish has yet to encounter any tricky words and all of a sudden, Mr. Kim tells the ambasadors that he is taking them to the (babel fish translation) torture room, Obviously meaning the Consultant's Office. The body guards of the ambassadors then tell their clients to run like crazy and start firing at small but very aggressive Korean Soldiers. In the cross fire Kim Jong-Il is killed creating an internaational incident making North Korea demonstrate that they do indeed have nuclear capabilities. They fire their missiles at the countries represented by the ambassadors. To the dismay of the Korean Government, they shortly find out that the discount craftsmen they used for the job of nuclear facilities made very ineffective nuclear weapons. In response to the use of Nuclear missiles all nations attacked by the substandard weapons fired all of their nuclear weapons at Noth Korea, destroying the entire Korean Peninsula, to include South Korea:( All of that nonsense because a simple fish made a simple mistake. Fish are silly.
Sorry about the randomness of this post, that's just how I roll.

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Well, Here I am...

I have decided to start blogging. I really hate writing because I feel that my talent as a writer is comparable to that of a five year old. I can never quite stay on the same topic and my stories are neither clever nor funny. However, Everyone has a blog so that friends and complete strangers can see how everyone is doing, so I decided to write.
My name is Steve and there are a few variations of that name. There are stories as to how I received my family nickname, that I am still not 100% sure to the reason behind the name. Other variations of my name came about due to laziness or zaniness.
I was born Stephen (pronounced Steven, not Stefan) Louis Motown (the names have been slightly changed to protect the almost innocent), in Silly Saloon Mississippi to Bebop and Soda Motown. I had two siblings, a brother, Josephus, and a sister, Melinda. Upon my birth, Josephus and Melinda were ages three and two respectively. Needless to say it was rather difficult to say Stephen. And so the variations of my name began. The names were obviously cute because they were created by toddlers who had yet to master the art of diction. The deviations give were Tiba, Weed, Weeda-we and similar terms. The name that stuck for a few months was Teben-Lou.
With the joy of three children one of whom was recently dubbed Teben-Lou, my parents visited my dad's home town of Flatwoods, Kentucky and stayed at my Granny Dot's house. For some reason or another, my Granny called me, "Whiggy" and it stuck. The whole Morris Household called me Whig. My Pawpaw Woody got angry and said, "if you don't quit calling him that, everybody will start calling him that." As it happened everyone did. It wasn't a name that people used at school but anyone who knew my family would call me Whig. As I have aged I have started using it as my screen name or alias for many clubs or online accounts i.e. The Whigs (the family blog mostly edited by my Hot wife, Sarena) Whiggy42 (my old myspace screen name) and Whig Rock (If you don't recognize this one look at the top of the Page). So this is how I became Whig.
As I stated previously I have other name variations but these mostly came from laziness i.e. Steve, Stevo, Stevie. I know, it's not very clever but I'm a horrible writer, so live with it.
I am planning on updating this blog with various things that I see or do through out my life so if anyone is curious about anything about me, let me know and I'll see what I can do to help shed light on all that is Whig.