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kittydesadeДиалог 4. Закончите предложения.
1. Подруга Оли хочет приготовить... пиццу.
2. Можно сделать пиццу с... колбасой. У них уже есть колбаса.
3. Надо купить... тесто, сыр, и помидоры.
4. У них уже есть... колбаса.
5. Подруге Оли нельзя есть... лук, потому что у неё аллергия.
6. Они купят тесто... (где?) в гастрономе.
7. Они купят сыр и помидоры... на рынке.
Диалог 5. Правда или неправда?
1. Они сейчас готовят бутерброды. Правда.
2. Им надо купить соль. Неправда.
3. Им надо найти горчицу. Правда.
4. Булочная далеко. Неправда.
5. Они купят только чёрный хлеб. Неправда.
Headache has not gone away. Oogh. Didn't do German last night either because it was a struggle just to get stuff written and focus on that. I did wind up watching CSI Miami for no really good reason, but because it was directed by Rob Zombie and had Malcolm McDowell, Michael Madsen, and Paul Blackthorne in it. It was entertaining when David Caruso wasn't on the screen pissing me off with his inability to do anything subtle. Either that or by now they've given up on playing any of it seriously and are giving the comedy shows parody fodder. My favorite part, though, was Paul Blackthorne's character interrupting one of Horatio's lame pun deadpan deliveries with "Excuse me?" in that incredulous you actually said that voice.
Oogh. Working on Long Road right now, as well as two other pretty sizable writing projects. I must be frigging insane. On the plus side, neither of them have soon-to-be-reached deadlines, and it's possible I'll have an early day home for snow today. Which basically means going to work, blitzing through as much work as possible. And getting to the bank to make that deposit so I'm not skimming the surface when I write that rent check. Ugh. And then tonight I need to print out everything and balance my books.
So tired. So much crap to get done in the next little while. So little damn time to do it in. I really don't like this, but. I signed on for all of it, so here I go. (And no, this isn't about the Big Bangs, this is just about, life, being a writer, etc.)
1. Подруга Оли хочет приготовить... пиццу.
2. Можно сделать пиццу с... колбасой. У них уже есть колбаса.
3. Надо купить... тесто, сыр, и помидоры.
4. У них уже есть... колбаса.
5. Подруге Оли нельзя есть... лук, потому что у неё аллергия.
6. Они купят тесто... (где?) в гастрономе.
7. Они купят сыр и помидоры... на рынке.
Диалог 5. Правда или неправда?
1. Они сейчас готовят бутерброды. Правда.
2. Им надо купить соль. Неправда.
3. Им надо найти горчицу. Правда.
4. Булочная далеко. Неправда.
5. Они купят только чёрный хлеб. Неправда.
Headache has not gone away. Oogh. Didn't do German last night either because it was a struggle just to get stuff written and focus on that. I did wind up watching CSI Miami for no really good reason, but because it was directed by Rob Zombie and had Malcolm McDowell, Michael Madsen, and Paul Blackthorne in it. It was entertaining when David Caruso wasn't on the screen pissing me off with his inability to do anything subtle. Either that or by now they've given up on playing any of it seriously and are giving the comedy shows parody fodder. My favorite part, though, was Paul Blackthorne's character interrupting one of Horatio's lame pun deadpan deliveries with "Excuse me?" in that incredulous you actually said that voice.
Oogh. Working on Long Road right now, as well as two other pretty sizable writing projects. I must be frigging insane. On the plus side, neither of them have soon-to-be-reached deadlines, and it's possible I'll have an early day home for snow today. Which basically means going to work, blitzing through as much work as possible. And getting to the bank to make that deposit so I'm not skimming the surface when I write that rent check. Ugh. And then tonight I need to print out everything and balance my books.
So tired. So much crap to get done in the next little while. So little damn time to do it in. I really don't like this, but. I signed on for all of it, so here I go. (And no, this isn't about the Big Bangs, this is just about, life, being a writer, etc.)