It is. I couldn’t get it to scale right and still be visible, it seems.

ytmnd is still around. I had a nostalgia-based aneurysm.

The Klingon way.

An “oof!” face.

I don’t think anyone would have a problem with external hosting sites (catbox.moe, imgur, etc.). I do agree, though, posting a gif is problematic to do natively on Lemmy.

That was a very enjoyable watch! The animation is very good even by today’s standards, let alone for 1958! Thanks for sharing this.

I agree. We do, however, have the opportunity to rise above. I know it’s been a long road gettin’ from there to here. It’s been a long time, but our time is finally near.

I very much appreciate the gifs you’ve been making. They are perfect as-is.

I do apologize that this may not translate well. I’ve never had a single course in French, but many people know this song without context.

I wish I had just linked what you did instead of the translation I just pasted. Hats off.

Yeah, it’s the joke though. Cat wants to eat bird. It’s a song many people, even English speakers know. We were taught the song in school without knowing the meaning.

Just as a warning, it is really dark, but here you go.

Little skylark, lovely little skylark, Little skylark, I’ll pluck your feathers off.

I’ll pluck the feathers off your head, I’ll pluck the feathers off your head, Off your head! Off your head! Little lark! Little lark! O-o-o-oh

Little skylark, lovely little skylark, Little skylark, I’ll pluck your feathers off.

I’ll pluck the feathers off your beak. I’ll pluck the feathers off your beak. Off your beak! Off your beak! Off your head! Off your head! Little lark! Little lark! O-o-o-oh

Little skylark, lovely little skylark, Little skylark, I’ll pluck your feathers off.

I’ll pluck the feathers off your eyes. I’ll pluck the feathers off your eyes. Off your eyes! Off your eyes! Off your beak! Off your beak! Off your head! Off your head! Little lark! Little lark! O-o-o-oh

Little skylark, lovely little skylark, Little skylark, I’ll pluck your feathers off.

I’ll pluck the feathers off your neck. I’ll pluck the feathers off your neck. Off your neck! Off your neck! Off your eyes! Off your eyes! Off your beak! Off your beak! Off your head! Off your head! Little lark! Little lark! O-o-o-oh

Little skylark, lovely little skylark, Little skylark, I’ll pluck your feathers off.

I’ll pluck the feathers off your wings. I’ll pluck the feathers off your wings. Off your wings! Off your wings! Off your neck! Off your neck! Off your eyes! Off your eyes! Off your beak! Off your beak! Off your head! Off your head! Little lark! Little lark! O-o-o-oh

Little skylark, lovely little skylark, Little skylark, I’ll pluck your feathers off.

I’ll pluck the feathers off your legs. I’ll pluck the feathers off your legs. Off your legs! Off your legs! Off your wings! Off your wings! Off your neck! Off your neck! Off your eyes! Off your eyes! Off your beak! Off your beak! Off your head! Off your head! Little lark! Little lark! O-o-o-oh

Little skylark, lovely little skylark, Little skylark, I’ll pluck your feathers off.

I’ll pluck the feathers off your tail. I’ll pluck the feathers off your tail. Off your tail! Off your tail! Off your legs! Off your legs! Off your wings! Off your wings! Off your neck! Off your neck! Off your eyes! Off your eyes! Off your beak! Off your beak! Off your head! Off your head! Little lark! Little lark! O-o-o-oh

Little skylark, lovely little skylark, Little skylark, I’ll pluck your feathers off.

I’ll pluck the feathers off your back. I’ll pluck the feathers off your back. Off your back! Off your back! Off your tail! Off your tail! Off your legs! Off your legs! Off your wings! Off your wings! Off your neck! Off your neck! Off your eyes! Off your eyes! Off your beak! Off your beak! Off your head! Off your head! Little lark! Little lark!

Ah, thanks! Gifs kept eluding me.

Then, shalt thou warp to three, no more, no less. Three shalt be the factor thou shalt warp, and the number of the warping shalt be three. Four shalt thou not warp, nor either warp thou two, excepting that thou then proceed to three. Five is right out.

Once the number three, being factor warped, then lobbest thou thy photon torpedo towards thy foe, who being naughty, shall snuf it.

Shut up, Wesley!