[Original] Bunnies

Title: Bunnies
Source: Black Ice
Genre: Urban Fantasy/Erotic
Characters:
Word Count: 696
Summary: Hellhounds need loving too.
A/N: Written for the kink_bingo prompt "Plushie/Furry"


( Hellhounds weren't on anybody's favorite client list. )

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( Gaeilge )

I've hit that stage of learning Irish where I want to get past the simple Please and Thank you and What is your name phrases and get to making the damn sentences already. And yes, I do need a dictionary, but I don't have the grammar to make even basic The cat sat on the mat sentences, so. I also want to line all the Pleases and Thank yous up against each other and compare the formation of each one in all the languages I know. No, I'm not a complete nerd, why do you ask?

Okay, a brief dorking. In English, What is your name? The idea of the name is the subject of the sentence. In Spanish, you can ask the same, but what I learned as more common growing up (there may be regional differences) is How are you called?, which is the same in French. In Russian we have a variation on the theme, How [they is implied] call you. In Irish, the name is the subject again, in German we're back to How are you called? So... So. Only in English and Irish is the name the subject of the question, all other languages the person is the subject of the question.

ANYWAY. Seriously, these are the things I consider. And then I consider what that means for the language in general. Like, seriously, Latin and Japanese are the only two languages I can think of off the top of my head where the verb comes at the end. ... I'm going to stop dorking about this, I swear.

Completely spent most of yesterday night asleep for some reason. Which, I know, is what you're supposed to do at night, but I have languages to study and writing to do and guitar to practice. So not sure why I was so tired but, eh, hopefully whatever it was my body needed to do got done with all the damn sleep. Today I think I need to poke my organizational list, which, thank god, is much smaller. See what else I need to do. And I think today we'll be going to Best Buy to spend my gift certificate on a set of headphones so I don't wake the boy with my bad guitar playing. And. Stuff. Things. I'm sure you all desperately wanted to know all of this.

And now I have everyone weighing in on all the language dorking ever. This amuses me endlessly. Okay, folks:

Person as subject/focus of sentence	Name as subject/focus of sentence
Spanish: ¿Como te llamas?*	English: What is your name?
French: Comment t'appelle?	Irish: Cad is ainm duit?**
Russian: Как вас зовут?	Hebrew: Ma shmech?
German: Wie heißt du?	Dutch: Wat is uw naam? Wat is jouw naam?
--	Finnish: Mikä sinun nimesi on?

* This is only the more common form of asking for a person's name; you can also ask ¿Que es su nombre? but it... well, to me it sounds clumsy and it's the sort of question I would expect from a census taker or a receptionist with an incomplete intake form.

** Since this is still only the first chapter I'm not sure if, like Spanish, both ways are used and one is used for more formal/statistical things and one is used in all other contexts, or if that's really the way you say it in all contexts.

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( Deutsch )

( 日本語 )

I got headphones today! And Thor. But mostly, headphones! Which means I can practice all the guitar I want, at any hour of the day I want, and not bother anyone! This makes me so happy you guys I cannot even. All your chords are belong to me.

I am deeply, grumpily uncomfortable with the system with which we conduct a death penalty case in this country. I also have enough issues with the justice system as it is in this country to fill at least a 15-page essay, so that is all I have to say about that, here.

Checking in occurred. Why is it not Friday yet, again? Cleaning did not occur on account of having dinner and getting headphones, but it really needs to. At least my radius and my guitar corner needs to migrate somewhere that is not in front of the gaming books. Or the gaming books need to migrate. Something. Maybe I'll re-organize this weekend, since the boy will be out all tomorrow evening. Maybe I'll consult the boy on what he wants to do. I also need to, again pick up the craft room. Which mostly consists of packing up my costume parts, admittedly, since they all just got sort of tossed into the doorway.

I'm too tired to be eloquent tonight. If anyone has a language they want to weigh in on here with the issue of names, polite phrases, and so on, feel free! This is the sort of thing I think about in my spare time, folks. That and Hey, those were the first couple notes of Little Green Bag, I bet I could pick that out on the guitar. Why no, I have no life.

No, wait, fuck that. I have a life. I have a rich and full life in which I hold down a job that helps pay for the rest of it, a budding career as a rock star fairy princess, SEVEN languages running around in my brainpan, a damn good writing career so far and a lot of novels under my belt, and a number of craft related hobbies at which I do not suck. I like my life. Fuck this "I have no life" shit, I have a damn good life. It just takes me some very strange places very quickly, if only in my head.