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[kittydesade]

Rúnaí: Gabh mo leithscéal. An bhfuil nóiméad agat?
Pádraig: Tá.
Rúnaí: Tá mé ag lorg eolais faoi chaitheamh aimsire.
Pádraig: Maith go leor.
Rúnaí: Cén caitheamh aimsire a bhíon agatsa?
Pádraig: Bím ag imirt gailf agus imrím cluiche leadóige uaireanta.
Rúnaí: An féidir leat snámh?
Pádraig: Is féidir.
Rúnaí: Tá linn snámha anseo, tá a fhios agat.
Pádraig: An-mhaith.
Rúnaí: Agus cad is ainm duit?
Pádraig: Pádraig Ó Dónaill is ainm dom.

Rúnaí: Agus tú féin? Cén caitheamh aimsire a bhíonn agatsa?
Deidre: Bím ag éisteacht le ceol, agus téim ag siúl go minic.
Rúnaí: Cén sórt ceoil?
Deirdre: Ceol clasaiceach agus ceol traidisiúnta.
Rúnaí: An bhfuil tú in ann canadh?
Deirdre: Tá, réasúnta mhaith.
Rúnaí: Beidh seans agat canadh ag an Oíche Cheoil mar sin.
Deirdre: Maith go leor.
Rúnaí: Cathain a théann tú ag siúl?
Deirdre: Ag an deireadh seachtaine, nuair a bhíonn an t-am agam.
Rúnaí: Agus d'ainm?
Deirdre: Deirdre Ní Mháille.

Rúnaí: Cén caitheamh aimsire is fearr leat féin?
Máiréad: Bhuel, bím ag féachaint ar an teilifís agus téim go dtí na pictiúir anois is arís.
Rúnaí: Feicim. Agus cén sórt cláir a thaitníonn leat?
Máiréad: Is fearr liom cláracha grinn ná aon sórt eile cláir.
Rúnaí: Agus cén t-ainm atá ort?
Máiréad: Máiréad Nic Ghearailt.


Well, that sort of screwed over my plans for actually getting exercise done this morning. Spending an hour or so in the middle of the night drifting between asleep and awake listening to the hazel squeak and something go bump (the shed door, I think) outside is does not a rested Jag make in the morning.

I did, however (in the shower as most brilliant ideas happen) figure out a way to do the prop build for the arm for Tetsuo. The costume build is easy enough, white shirt, red cape, slacks, boots. But I wanted to do the creepy mutant arm so that it's particularly distinctive, and it occurred to me this morning somehow (why not before I don't know) that I could just do sections in paper mache, solidify it with muscle paste or some other harder plaster paste, and then paint over the whole thing. So now I need to test build that some upcoming weekend, but, woo! That ought to be fun. I might actually make out a rough costume build schedule up to Dragon*Con today. Hmm. Decisions.

I will not, however, sign up for the Tolkien BigBang. Because it would be entirely Thorin-Fili-Kili-Dis-Frerin and there are probably already going to be enough of those. Do not need more.

... I am not linking that headline. It's too froth-inducing for me, you all don't need to see that. Suffice to say it involves the guns/schools debate. Now I have to go look at more Centralia pictures.

ETA: Oh! Oh! Oh! no, this is a MUCH better headline. Couple sues Church of Scientology for Fraud.

That's better. Okay. Stuff, things, I really really want to go Hobbitting again, dammit. But I don't know when there'll be time or a good excuse. Maybe this weekend I can just turn to the boy and go "No, I've done enough shit, WE'RE GOING TO GO HOBBITTING NOW." And I can drift off to Middle Earth for a few hours. Because dear god the weekend is jam packed with shit I'm doing. I mean, not all of those things might take all that allotted time but aaaugh. Why do I take on so many damn projects. Why. On the plus side this might forestall the last minute Dragon Con Sewing Binge.

(I lie. Nothing, absolutely nothing, forestalls the last minute Dragon Con Sewing Binge. I could have twenty costumes all ready to go and there would still be One Last Thing.)

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[kikibug13]

... dammit, shouldn't have mentioned Tolkien Big Bang. :/