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[kittydesade]

1. In German an adjective that precedes a noun has an ending. If the adjective does not precede a noun it has no ending.
2. Note that in German when the subject does not begin the sentence it follows the verb.

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Schönes Wetter, nicht? A fellow student comments on the weather. Agree with her/him.
Schönes wetter/Ja, es ist schön -- beautiful
Schlechtes Wetter/Ja, es ist schlecht -- bad
Gutes Wetter/Ja, es ist gut -- good
Nasses Wetter/Ja, es ist nass -- nice
Furchtbares Wetter/Ja, es ist furchtbar -- terrible
Heißes Wetter/Ja, es ist heiß -- hot
Windiges Wetter/Ja, es ist windig -- windy
Warmes Wetter/Ja, es ist warm -- duh
Sonniges Wetter/Ja, es ist sonnig -- sunny
Wolkiges Wetter/Ja, es ist wolkig -- cloudy
Kühles Wetter/Ja, es ist kühl -- cool
Schwüles Wetter/Ja, es ist schwül -- humid

Was sagen Sie? Make each of the comments below to a partner. After each comment, your partner will respond with an appropriate expression from the list.

1. Heute ist es ja warm. Na, hoffentlich.
2. Heute is est wirklich heiß. Leider.
3. Es ist zu trocken. Nein, noch nicht.
4. Was für ein Wetter! Vielleicht regnet es ja.
5. Der Wind is furchtbar kalt. Vielleicht schneit es bald.
6. Schneit es? Ja, sehr.
7. Jetzt bleibt es bestimmt kalt. Jetzt bleibt es so.
8. Vielleicht scheint die Sonne morgen. Vielleicht.


I really hope I did that right.

Who forgot to do Japanese today in the midst of costume frustration? Yeah, that would be me. That said, I'm so staying up an extra hour or so tonight to get everything I want to get done, done, because no work tomorrow and as soon as I get home from the dentists I am going back to bed.

Day 2 of being a good girl and sticking to my diet (Diet: Eat food. Not too much. Mostly plants.) and avoiding the copious amounts of candy, chocolate, carbs, cheesey stuff, etc. It's easy to say, no, Jag, that's candy, you shouldn't have it. It's a lot harder to say, no, Jag, you can't have macaroni and cheese for dinner every night. Or that pile of fried rice, or, well, anything. Mmm carbs. No, not mmm carbs, Jag, sadly, you're not yet active enough to justify that. Not as much as you used to be, and as we get older our metabolism shifts, blah blah blah. So! Mostly plants. Including grapes. Which we need more of because someone eats them all.

The boy is considering, I think, becoming a CNA. This is tangentially Pixie's fault, but I can't say it's a bad idea. There's always work in health care, even if it's not as lucrative or as rewarding as one might wish. Right now, it's a job, and that's more than a lot of people have. I can only encourage this, but we'll talk about it when he gets home.

(Note to self: I will not ask the boy for a milkshake, a sundae, or an order of fries. It's 10 o'clock and I don't need any of those.)

Spent some time this evening wandering around in my 5" hooker boots. Taking normal sized strides, getting used to it. Hopefully by the time Dragon Con comes around I'll actually be able to walk in them. I also, now, thankfully, have all of my costume save the wig on its way to be Cheetarah. Leotard gets here, I dye it, hopefully it actually turns out the right shade and decent dye job otherwise I go for burgundy. Sew the patch on, chop up the unitard, sew it all together. Boom, done. I may, but I don't think I will carry a stik. I kind of want to carry a collapsable baton but I'm not entirely sure that's legal. Ah well. The important thing is, DUDE COSTUME CHEETARAH OH MY GOD. And, of course, Silk Spectre.

Dragon Con is going to be seven kinds of awesome. And after tomorrow... well, on the plus side, after tomorrow I won't have to dread getting my wisdom teeth yanked.