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[kittydesade]

Werden. To become.
Ich werde, du wirst, er/es/sie wird, wir werden, ihr werdet, sie werden, Sie werden.
Werde du.

Sag mal, Martin, wan wirst du denn 21 Jahre alt?
Ich werde im Mai 21.
Und Kevin? Wan wird er 21?
Er ist schon 21, er wird im Mai 22.
Was wird Kevin nach dem Studium?
Kevin wird Architekt, denke ich.
Hmm. Du auch. Ihr werdet also beide Architekenn?
Ja, wir arbeiten dann beide in Deutschland und den USA.

Delenn wird halb-human.
Ich werde 31 Jahre alt.
Wirst du Adult anytime soon?

Verbs with stem-vowel change e > ie

sehen
Ich sehe, du siehst, er/es/sie sieht, wir sehen, ihr seht, sie Sehen
Sieh du.

lesen
Ich lese, du liest, er/es/sie liest, wir lesen, ihr lest, sie lesen, Sie lesen
Lies du.

Ingrid sieht lustige filme.
Gabi und Jürgen sehen amerikanische Filme.
Herr Meier sehen Science-Fiction-Filme.
Du und Alex lest Bücher über Musik.
Frau Ohnsorg und Professor Lange lesen Biografen.

Ich lese Bücher über (?) meine Kindle.
Sieh du True Grit!
Wir sehen True Grit morgen.
Garibaldi liest das Buch du GQuon. (And then he thumps it.)
Kiki sieht Babylon 5.


Om nom verbs.

Okay, I was going to say that getting that extra hour of sleep last night helped but no. No it didn't. Probably eating fewer damn sugar cookies would help, bad Jag, but I think also a lot of it is just dealing with the hotel crap and the flooding crap and all that other crap I've been dealing with over the past week. I am in crap up to my hips and I am sick of it. Can I please have some fun stuff now?

Possibly that will be True Grit and/or this random Sean Bean movie tomorrow. No, I do not know if he is either a traitor or dead or both. I look forward to finding out which of Schroedinger Bean is in this movie.

(You think I'm kidding; I've seen a number of Sean Bean movies due to a past fixation and out of maybe ten or twelve, there was only one where he was neither a traitor nor at least potentially dead.)

(The potentially dead refers to Silent Hill. Still not sure what was happening in that movie.)

Anyway. Ugh. Heading home to poke the Japanese, make a sandwich, and try and figure out what writing projects I really want to get done. Still have no idea what the fuck is going on with Black Ice. But, yes, I'm going to keep ranting about it until you all either die of curiosity or I figure out what's happening in my own bloody story. This irritates me. And yet it's kind of fun, too. In that fascinating way that peeling and scratching at a sunburn is irritating and fascinating.