kittydesade | (no subject)

Cén t-am é i bPáras? Nuair atá sé a cúig a chlog i mBaile Átha Cliath, cén t-am é:
i bPáras, a sé a chlog.
i Moscó, a hocht a chlog.
i dTokyo, a do a chlog sa tráthnóna
i Nua Eabhrac, atá sé dó dhéag istoiche.

Na cláracha - fill in the times for the programmes.
-- Séimí agus Páidí 3.15
-- Nuacht 5.45
-- An Aimsir 6.15
-- Cúrsaí 7.05
-- Dráma na seachtaine 8.20

... The funny thing is I can read three out of five of those straight off. I might not know what times they are, but I can read what they say.

Dia dhíbh. Fáilte romhaibh isteach tráthnóna. Seo príomhchláracha an lae. Beidh clár againn do pháistí ar a ceathrú tar éis a trí -- Séimí agus Páidí. Beidh Nuacht againn díbh ar a ceathrú chun a sé, agus an Aimsir ar a ceathrú tar éis a sé. Beidh clár polaitíochta Cúrsaí ar siúl ar a cúig tar éis a seacht. Craolfar Dráma na Seachtaine ar a fiche tar éis a hocht.

Come to that, I should review my numbers too.

This morning has been a comedy of very small, very ridiculous errors. Like grabbing the amp/audio cord instead of the jump rope. Or, while in the shower, listening to the boy talk about how he's losing a couple people at work and one person's going on maternity leave so they're losing him for six weeks and thinking you have a transgendered person at work? No, apparently it's paternity leave, but either the boy or the center doesn't distinguish. Still. Weird little brain digression.

The good thing about Spotify: I can discover new artists along the style of the ones I like for $4.99 a month. The bad thing (not the bat thing, Jag, wake up): I can get their songs stuck in my head on repeat for DAYS.

... and then James Purefoy follows you on Twitter and your head explodes. That's it, I'm done.

(Okay, having given it a half an hour without him showing up on any of my lists, I think that notification was an error or a misclick on his part or something. But that was not the surprise I needed this morning, thank you, Purefoy.)