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Since this book doesn't provide exercises for Cad, Cé, and Cén t-am, we'll do our own!
Tosaíonn tú do lá... (assuming accusative is the same as nominative.)
Cén t-am a thosaíonn tú do lá? What time do you begin your day?

Muscail, musclígí. Musclaíonn tú, musclaíonn sé, musclaíonn sí, musclaímid, musclaíonn muid, musclaíonn sibh, musclaíonn siad
Cén t-am a mhusclaíonn tú? What time do you wake?
Musclaím am ar a leathuair tar éis a sé. I wake at half past six.

Ith, ithigi. Ithim, itheann tú, itheann sé, itheann sí, ithimid, itheann muid, itheann sibh, itheann siad
Cén t-am a itheann tú?
Ithim ar a hocht a chlog.

Téigh, téigí. Téim, téann tú, téann sé, téann sí, téimid, téann sibh, téann siad
Cén t-am a théann tú?
Téim ar a leathuair tar éis a naoi a chlog.

Críochnaigh, críochnaígí. Críochnaím, criochnaíonn tú, críochnaíonn sé, críochnaíonn sí, críochnaímid, críochnaíonn muid, críochnaíonn sibh, críochnaíonn siad.
Cén t-am a chríochnaíonn tú?
Críochnaím ar a sé a chlog.

Déan staidéar. Déanaim staidéar, déanann tú staidéar, déanann sé staidéar, déanann sí staidéar, déanaimid staidéar, déanann muid staidéar, déanann sibh staidéar, déanann siad staidéar
Cén t-am a dhéanann tú staidéar?
Déanaim staidéar ar a hocht a chlog.
Cád a dhéanann tú staidéar?
Déanaim staidéar Gaeilge.

And that's assuming I got the placement of the wossis right. Noun.


Sometimes I really want to throttle some people. I mean, how can you constantly keep either fucking up or pinning your hopes on something that fucks up that often? And then whine and cry and need bailing out or hand-holding and oh my god, if things keep fucking up like that, move the hell on. Or try and figure out what you're doing wrong and bloody fix it. Doesn't it strike you as pathetic to keep singing that same old song? Throttling. Comma, all of the. Because I'm really, really getting tired of hearing it and really wondering how long this can go on before someone gets sick of all that shit.

There. I feel better now.

Heh, I was talking to one of the employees I know at the Chocolate Store of Awesome across the street, yesterday. This employee happens to be very blatantly/camp-ly gay, or at least I assume he's gay, he wears a tasteful, small pink pride button and we chat some about recent events in marriage equality, etc. Well, apparently last week when Mitt Romney shut down most of downtown so he could rant ramble offend people speak, after the speech was over the chocolate shop was slammed with people. And yet every time he went up and asked if he could help someone, they all ignored him. Didn't want to be served by a [insert slur here]. SIGH, PEOPLE. SIGH.

I have no idea what happened in the debate last night to cause Romney to cough up a 'binders full of women' comment. No, I didn't watch it, I'm still trying to avoid national politics till the election's over. And yet, the statement out of context is so blatantly ludicrous and strange that I can see why it became an internet Thing. I wonder if it's that ludicrous and strange IN context.

So, yesterday I somehow managed to get my ass organized enough not only to send out a care package with all its crap in it, but also to get the last of the plants repotted and get some writing done in addition to all the work crap. I even somehow managed to burn a half a dozen CDs or so of music, on the right kind of CD this time, to bring to work. Because I'm getting sick of the same 20 or so CDs that are out there. At some point I really should invest in a second spindle of CD-Rs, and/or a decent CD burning program, but today is not that day. Tomorrow probably won't be that day, either. I even managed to get half a blog post and a good chunk of two other stories finished, too! Wonders will never cease. Today's task: keep up that productivity, plus line edits, and email the damn contractor. Actually, since you're sitting at the computer, Jag, why don't you do that now? Good Jag. See, you can remember things.

I think my New Year's Resolution for this coming year (pagan year, not the secular year, 'cause of sooner start) is to reply to every comment that I get on an AO3 fic, not just the ones I get on Yuletide. For some reason I managed to get it into my head that if I replied to them my comment count would go up artificially and therefore it would be bad. Except I don't even look at my comment count (or my AO3 stats, for that matter), anymore, so why should that matter? And I keep getting hammered with the fact that it's rude not to reply, so, come on, self. Reply to your comments. Starting new year ish, though, because otherwise I'll have a 200 some odd comment backlog and people will probably be very confused to get a reply to a comment they left years ago. There is one comment I want to reply to, because they pointed out some things in a story that I should fix, but ugh I have no idea when I'll get to that.

I have to ask, when the hell did it get to be Wednesday already? Where is my time going? Why is it not still the beginning of October? What the fuck is going on? Raarr. Okay, though, enough rambling, I have work I need to get done and a fuckton of stories I should be finishing. Come on, writers, let's get writing. Hey, that should be an icon. Where's a picture of a guy in a suit and sunglasses at a typewriter.