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[kittydesade]

Ihr Freund repariert gern elektrische Geräte. Er sagt, welche Geräte er reparieren wird. Sagen Sie ihm, dass die Dinge, die er für Sie reparieren will, gar nicht kaputt sind. Benutzen Sie den Nominativ des Relativpronomens.

e.g. Ich repariere jetzt diesen Computer, ja?
Das ist doch nicht der Computer, der kaputt ist.

1. Ich repariere jetzt dieses Fernseher, ja?
Das ist doch nicht das Fernseher, das ist kaputt.
2. Ich repariere jetzt dieses Handy, ja?
Das ist doch nicht das Handy, das ist kaputt.
3. Ich repariere jetzt diese Radio, ja?
Das ist doch nicht die Radio, die ist kaputt.
4. Ich repariere jetzt diese Spülmachine, ja?
Das ist doch nicht die Spülmachine, die ist kaputt.
5. Ich repariere jetzt diese Lampen, ja?
Das sind doch nicht die Lampen, die sind kaputt.

Gabi hat neue Kleidung. Fragen Sie Gabi, ob sie die Kleidung zum Geburtstag bekommen hat. Benutzen Sie den Akkusativ der Relativpronomen.
e.g. Wie gefällt dir diese Jacke?
Toll. Ist das die Jacke, die du zum geburtstag bekommen hast?

1. Wie gefällt dir diese Hose?
Nett. Ist das die Hose, die du zum Geburtstag bekommen hast? (bleh)
2. Ist das das Hemd, das du zum Geburtstag bekommen hast?
3. Ist das der Rock, den du zem Geburtstag bekommen hast?
4. Ist das der Pulli, den du zem Geburtstag bekommen hast?
5. Sind das die Jeans, die du zem Geburtstag bekommen hast?
6. Sind das die Schuhe, die du zem Geburtstag bekommen hast?


All right. Still this had better not be a bipolar fit, but after lining up the wargs and naming them so Anna could pick them off with frying pans I feel, not so much manic and energized, but heartened and better. So maybe not, maybe just a combination of exhaustion, bad dreams, and worse timing. Now it's a day of what seems to be relatively quiet day job work interspersed with coding, since I got a fair start on the Nathan-Duke essay, and then home for more essay, cooking, and then cleaning. My contribution to game tomorrow will be sopapillas, so at least THAT'S easy to make. I just have to menu plan for the rest of the week.

I would really like to be on a more even emotional keep, and I would say that doesn't look like it's going to happen except it sort of is? As I knock down projects that were weighing on me, most of them with self-imposed deadlines. And I got the DVD shelves put into place last night and some of the DVDs on them, but I think I might insist that that should be our first DIY project. Hammering together some goddamn DVD shelves, because really. The depth of the cheapass shelves that we have right now is perfect for DVDs, the height is also perfect, there's just not enough of them to ... well, no, there's way more DVDs than that shelf can hold. A lot more. But then they also only go halfway up the wall, so there's more than enough room to build them taller and ooh. I should ask the Elf Lord if he wants to help me make that a weekend project in a couple of weeks. He's got the woodshop already downstairs at his place. I can get him the measurements and. Ooh. Okay, there's that solved! And in the meantime I'll just unpack the freaking DVDs as much as I can and then leave the rest in a box. Won't bother to sort them by genre or alphabetize, as long as we can hopefully get to them.

So, yeah, that's most of the downstairs done. Still need to clean up the book nook, wash the damn hutch off (I still have no idea what we're going to put in there. Other than booze. It might be booze.), and put things away in the office, but it's about half done! And I have most of tonight to do the putting shit away part, or nagging the boy to put shit away, and tomorrow to do the scrubbing and cleaning of surfaces part. So. WOOT. This is doable. I swear, self. And my reward for getting the craft room done, since the upstairs is also mostly done, will be a plying head for my Lendrum. Because I have a fucking craft room you guys, it is amazing. I have no idea how this happened. But I will take it.

Watching Being Human has had the odd delayed result of everyone remotely male, white, and dark-haired now looks like Aidan Turner. At least out of the corner of my eye. Andrew fucking Ross looked like Aidan Turner, he had Turner's gormless grin superimposed over his face. I have no idea what the hell my brain is up to, but I guess this is better than telling me I suck?

Oh, hey, there's the upswing. ... wait, no. Dammit, body. Brain. Whatever. Something. No, dammit body, too, because seriously is the OrthoEvra patch supposed to do this? I mean, as long as the PMS isn't standard, I'll take the uberlight cycle. Which is only slightly lighter than normal, I'm usually one heavy day and then light. But eek. What about it, my peeps? Any other experiences?