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[kittydesade]

The most basic use of go (that) is in quoting what somebody else has said. For instance, if Seán has said that he meets Máire every day - Buailim le Máire gach lá - this can be quoted as follows with go, which causes eclipsis: Dúirt Seán, go mbaileann sé le Máire gach lá.

Go is also used in the future tense:
go mbeidh sé ag bualadh le Máire amárach. ... that he will be meeting with Máire tomorrow.

There are special negative and past tense forms:

nach mbuaileann sé le Máire gach lé. ...that he doesn't meet Máire every day.
gur bhuail sé le Máire inné. ... that he met Máire yesterday
nár bhuail sé le Máire inné. ... that he didn't meet Máire yesterday.


Reporting copula sentences:
The is form is replaced by gur (without lenition).
Is maith an smaoineamh é. It's a good idea.
Ceapaim gur maith an smaoineamh é. I think it's a good idea.
Is muinteoir í. She is a teacher.
Sílim gur múinteoir í. I think she is a teacher.

The ba form, which means both was and would be (depending on context) is replaced by gur (with lenition).

Ba mhaith an smaoineamh é. It was/would be a good idea.
Ceapaim gur mhaith an smaoineamh é. I think it was/would be a good idea.
Ba Gharda é. He was a policeman.
Creidim gur Gharda é. I believe he was a policeman.


My kingdom for a 501 Irish Verbs book. Seriously.

The great bra adventure continues. I haven't told you guys about the great bra adventure, have I? It's not that great compared to some, at least I have a size on the upper edge of standard. But, okay. So I started snapping my underwires on my bras, which is usually a good sign I need to get more. For whatever reason I seem to have been getting them in batches the last ten years, when one goes, the rest usually follow, so, new bras. So okay, rather than go to whatever cheap discount store Voldemart I usually get my bras from, where they still fit decently and last a few years, I decide to go to an actual lingerie store. I get a recommendation from Anna, measure myself once I figure out how the measuring tape goes in ways that will not make me feel horrible about myself, and hey! I've lost an inch or two around my ribcage. Cool, maybe I've gone down a band size. So I get my bras and I order them and they come and first of all, holy shit padding! The other reason I get my bras at a cheap discount store these days is because they are the only place left that doesn't have everything in padded bras. I loathe padded bras on the general principle of, look bitch, I already have enough padding, I do not need more! So what I ordered were bras that I thought would fit and be comfy and what I got were giant turquoise colored foam cups held together by itty bitty straps. The fuck. The shoulder straps were also the shortest I've ever seen. I let them sit in the box overnight and and think about their sins.

Then I got up in the morning and decided it might not be that bad after all, I'll try it. With the sort of reservation I usually keep for poking something that may or may not be venomous/poisonous. So, before my shower, I went and tried two of them on, since I got two different styles. And they weren't bad? But it turns out I haven't gone down a band size like I thought. Which likely only means that the bras I originally bought a few years ago were a larger band size than I thought; all the size info has now rubbed off of them so I'm guessing, and the measuring tape would do nothing since, band stretch. So, fine, I will wear the goddamn padded bras, but I'm exchanging them for the proper band size and we'll see how that fits. I think, actually, once I get to the right band size it'll work out? But fucking padded bras what the hell. I suppose I'll get used to the concept. I got used to putting on makeup! But would someone please explain to me the purpose of padding in bras for women who already have ample shelf space? I hope there is one. I'd hate to think this was some sort of hur-dur big boobies conspiracy.

So, yeah. That's my morning! That and gleeing over the fact that three bowls of pasta alfredo over two nights are not enough to make me gain so much as a pound. I suppose it's a tradeoff for ballet exercises in the morning and building what might end up being ridiculous amounts of muscle. Oops? I will once again marvel at how much more densely muscle packs than fat. Still about the same size I was five, six years ago. Eight years ago? Just twenty ish pounds heavier. Where the hell does it all GO? Bloody hell. I think of all of those weight loss victory stories, the before and after pictures, and I think, I haven't gained twenty pounds! Muscle. Tightly packed muscle. Jeez. On the upside, it's made me not so afraid of the scale.

Right. I almost got all the edits on Black Ice done last night! In between getting lain on by a boyfriend. Finishing that and the goddamn G&M today and why is it that every time I think I've gotten ahead on Gods and Monsters I end up right back where I usually am? Argh. Maybe I can finish that today and start on the next one tonight. Yes. I think between that I will also work on blog entries and get those done. And that ought to be enough to keep me busy for the rest of the day. If I can manage it there may be porn writing, or at least implied porn writing, somehow I don't think it's going to work around to actually being on camera, as it were. But that story's been slowly dying for the past two weeks. Ugh.

Comments

[synecdochic]

I believe the padding is so that your nipples won't be visible. Or something like that.

(I wear plain cotton no-underwire bras from Lane Bryant, so I feel your pain.)

[kittydesade]

That's... both desireable, at least from the standpoint of what vestiges of performing dancerness I have, where we were supposed to present clean lines and no nipples, and infuriating because I don't care and neither should anyone else. Argh.

(Why is bra shopping so infuriating. Ugh.)

[synecdochic]

Yeah, seriously. I've given up having "nice" bras and just settle for "keeps my tits from flopping around; is at least in the same neighborhood as 'my size'." It doesn't help that underwire is physically painful...

[kittydesade]

If I had six to eight weeks to spare I'd investigate making my own damn bras, with the possible side effect of making them for other people. Stupid lack of a time machine. Or fashion market that caters to women instead of objectifying them.

[kikibug13]

BRA SHOPPING IS FRUSTRATING.

A few months ago, I got a black bra that fit really well. No padding, with wire, but really nice. Steady band, steady straps.

So then a couple of months later, I went to buy a white bra of the same model. Same size.

... and it's small. Band is too small, and cups are weird.

IT IS THE SAME SIZE.

[kittydesade]

I do not understand how the everloving hell that happens. At all. It happens to me more often with pants, but I do not fucking understand how things of the same size, same brand, theoretically same everything can end up fitting so drastically different.

It makes me want to throttle the entire fashion industry. My hands aren't big enough.

[kikibug13]

Same model. SAME FREAKING MODEL, just different color.