The Legend of Comté
What with my two years of Jr. High French, I'm really not sure what this video is about.
As far as I can tell, the wicked cows defeat the peace-loving brachiosaurs in the battle of the sacred bell. Cows have a numerical advantage because they're really some sort of ambulatory hail or other weather phenomena, and don't rely on cumbersome egg-laying to reproduce.
Doofy cavemen then create Comté cheese, which blots out the sun, creating an ice-age plagued with pesky pterodactyls. The cheese then rolls down a hill and into a cave. The cave contains a number of ghosts, including Julius Caesar and the Beatles. Unafraid, the foolish cheese rolls straight through them and into the hands of a waiting affineur, who punishes its impertinence with a sharp rap with a hammer.
The delicious sound of cheese being struck draws a peaceable brachiosaurus to the surface of the earth. Having been freed from its long banishment, it hungers for cheese. The affineur is happy to oblige.
Tell me I'm wrong, people.
http://www.youtube.com/user/c
http://www.youtube.com/user/comtecheesechannel?ob=5#p/a/u/2/n5t0KRvcoG8 - English version..
I'm surprised how much of
I'm surprised how much of that I actually got right... the language of cinema, is universal.
Here's my translation-- It
Here's my translation--
It was the Jurassic period. The dinosaurs reigned on a land we call the Jura. But the appearance of a new species would disrupt this order, the bombeliards. They fought without mercy. It is thus that the cows took over the treasures they coveted—the thousands of flowers of the Jura from which to make good milk. And it was from this milk that, one day, man invented Comté. A cheese that allowed man to resist cold and harsh winters, and gave them the strength to fight formidable adversaries.
A cheese that men jealously kept in secret cellars to permit it to wait, to wait more, under the surveillance of a guardians with a mysterious knowledge who knew to count, count to obtain perfection--the Grail. It is time to savor Comte. (play on words since to count=compter, which is pronounced the same as the cheese).
Yupyup.
That might just be it. I like
That might just be it. I like the whole count/Comte relation. Math cheese.
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