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Jabber Walking

About a week ago Jon Gordon of Future Tense asked people to call his Google Voice account and leave a message, any message, for the Google Voice transcriber to work on. I called in and read Lewis Carroll's Jabberwocky and here's how it transcribed it (breaks added):

jabberwock.gifjabber walking

hey floors brilly can the slightly toasted
ironing gamble in the way
down on the with the borrow grose
animal morass upgrade

be where the jetta lock my son
the job byte the closet catch
you where the jeff jeff bird and shawn
the from this bender snatch

if you get this mobile blade in hand
long time the names of info you soft
so message to you by the comes in three
wants to the while involved

and i was in the office talk to you stuart
it's trevor walk with elisa playing
came with we went through the told you would
and behold as it came

one two one two and coming through
the republicans krisak
he left a dead and with its head
he can't about something back

and has douse lane the driver walk
coming to my office my name is boy
ohh i'm just taking a break
he totaled in is joy

probably like and the slightly toasted
guy ring and along the way
but on and see where the bro goes
animal mass upgrade

Here's the original for comparison.

Jabberwocky

`Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.

"Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
The frumious Bandersnatch!"

He took his vorpal sword in hand:
Long time the manxome foe he sought --
So rested he by the Tumtum tree,
And stood awhile in thought.

And, as in uffish thought he stood,
The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,
And burbled as it came!

One, two! One, two! And through and through
The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
He left it dead, and with its head
He went galumphing back.

"And, has thou slain the Jabberwock?
Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!'
He chortled in his joy.

`Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.

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