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kittydesade) wrote2012-10-22 06:40 am
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Back to verbs again, though.
Describe Áine's day in her own words, e.g. Éirim ar a ..
Éirim ar a leathuair tar éis a seacht a chlog.
Ithim ar a ceathrú chun a hocht a chlog.
Téim ar a deich tar éis a hocht a chlog.
Tósaim ag obair ar a naoi a chlog.
Téim abhaile ar a ceathrú tar éis a cuig a chlog.
Ní + lenition. Complete the answers in the negative. Some require the plural form of the verb.
An dtéann tú go dtí an siopa gach lá?
Ní théann. Téim ann ag an deireadh seachtaine.
An itheann tú bricfeasta mór gach maidin?
Ní ithim.
An bhfanann sibh istigh san oíche?
Ní fhanaimid. Téimid amach minic go leor.
An dtosaíonn sibhh ar a naoi gach maidin?
Ní thosaímid. Tosaímid ar a hocht de ghnáth.
An gceannaíonn tú páipéar nuachta gach lá?
Ní cheannaím.
An mbailíonn tú stampaí?
Ní bhailím.
An gcreideann tú é sin?
Ní chreidim.
An dtuigeann tú an focal sin?
Ní thuigim ró-mhaith é.
Okay, so, riddle me this, Batman. Me being played by Marion Cotillard I can see, because of seeing Dark Knight Rises last night. But why the fuck was I gallivanting around with Sebastian Roche last night in some sort of Phryne Fisher era, both of us being ... some sort of foreign correspondants for newspapers or something? And what the hell was up with that engagement ring. That thing was huge and awkward looking.
Yes, I did in fact get dream-engaged to someone who looked like Sebastian Roche. It was very, very weird.
So, I did see the Dark Knight Rises. Which was very good, as long as I turned my brain off just to enjoy all the pretty people punching the shit out of each other, speechifying, and snarking the hide off of everyone. That is definitely not a movie to be looked at too closely. Still, it was pretty, and there was Christian Bale, and I managed to come out with an unreasonable fascination with Bane as one might expect. Seriously, I want to take him home with me and pet him and send him after my enemies. He's so much fun!
And another thing that happened yesterday was Operation Connect Jag With Her Heritage, which involved purchasing a mezuzah and a rather pretty menorah and telling lots of stories about my grandmother and handing me books to read. And one entertainingly misguided stall vendor telling me stories about people in New Mexico who were just now starting to rediscover their own Jewish heritage. I, um. I've never been to New Mexico. I know it looks like I should have grown up somewhere close to the border, maybe in California, whatever, but, um. No. I'm an East Coast original. I didn't disillusion her, though, and I ended up sitting on a bench on the outskirts of the festival sipping drinks with my aunt and listening to stories about our family. Oh my family.
We also went over to the house and managed to pull most of the greenery off the side of the garage, and cut a lot of the rest. Hopefully now the stuff that's higher than we could reach without a ladder will die and we can get up there in a couple months and pull that off. We trimmed down some of the trees, dead and dying, in front of the windows, and I trimmed some of the hedge in front of the other window. Not much, on account of it's a fucking tall hedge, taller than I am, and there's only so much I can reach. There may have to be a ladder. Or a chainsaw. We're going back over this evening after work to do some more on that, so we'll see how that goes. The eaves and fascia and soffits are done, the old gutters are off and presumably new ones will be put on today and/or tomorrow. Um. Stuff! Stuff is happening. It's awesome.
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What's that old saying about assumptions? Reminds me of the time my family and I were boarding a ferry during the holidays and one of the workers on shore wished us Merry Christmas then, on second glance, Happy Kwanza. And when she saw us again on our return to shore, she wished us Happy Kwanza alone. She was right the first time-- we're Christmas folk-- but we just accepted the greeting the amusement and moved on. At least she tried?
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.... SIGH. Yeah, that's my general attitude towards everyone getting all Christmas holiday greeting. People are wishing me good sentiments, sure, I'll take that. My favorite is still when someone assumes I'm upper middle class to upper class well-educated white folk like them, and then later that same day someone treats me like wetback scum. I want to introduce them and say "Hi, you both have assumptions about what I am and how I should be treated based on how I look? Argue it out, I'll be over here with popcorn."