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[kittydesade]

Ich mag, du magst, er/es/sie mag, wir mögen, ihr mögt, sie mögen, Sie mögen

Was für Musik magst du? Sagen Sie, was für Musik Sie mögen. Fragen Sie dann Ihre Partnerin/Ihren Partner.

Ich mag Techno. Was für Musik magst du?
Ich mag Rock. Was für Musik oh fuck this.

Ich mag Techno und Industrialisch Rock. (?) Ich mag auch Jazz.
Du magst Rock Hardrock und Rammstein. Du magst auch Rap.
Alan mag klassische Rock. Samael mag Blues.
Wir mögen Jazz. Ich und mein Freund mögen Ice-T.
Du und dein Freund mögt klassische Musik. Ihr mögt klassische Rock.
Sam und David mögen Rock.

Für Abendessen, ich mag burritos.
Magst du Orangensaft für Frühstück?
Dee mag spaghetti für Abendessen.
Alan und Flynn mögen pfankuchen (I think) für Frühstück.
Mein Freund und ich mögen Volkornbrot und Butter für Frühstück.
Ihr mögt Rindfleisch für Abendessen.

There. Much more useful than doing the same two conjugations over and over.


Previous link roundups regarding non-Wisconsin collective bargaining rights are here and here. They're also on Dreamwidth.

Oh my god you guys I am so tired I can't even begin to tell you. I am, in fact, so tired, that I started typing this with a Spanish keyboard for a second there. And I started typing, 'por supuesto, soy' and then realized, wait, no, backup, speaking to a primarily English speaking audience. And I almost missed my chair when I sat down. And a host of other signs.

My plan for tonight is, go home, take a long hot shower because I feel scusty and crappy. Cook dinner, maybe. Practice guitar, practice Japanese. Do another link roundup updating the last two (previously on Kitty's Livejournal...). Do some writing. Maybe do some spinning just to calm my damn nerves. Or read some more of Como Agua Para Chocolate. I don't know how many of these I'll actually get done because my nerves are shot, my brain is fried, I'm entertaining fantasies of going all Fight Club on Walker ("We cook your food, we clean your house. We guard you while you sleep. DO NOT. FUCK. WITH US.") Which is fun but not productive. It might come down to, practice guitar, practice Japanese, eat a healthy dinner and have a hot shower and go to sleep. If I manage to get everything else done I will pat myself on the back and call myself kick. Ass.

It's depressing. I don't ... remember where I got this particular bug up my ass but I remember that when I was a kid my mother worked for the Farmworkers Union out in California. She did the whole activism bit. And I remember as a kid my perception of unions was, this is what people do to come together so they can deal as a group with big companies and politics and fight for their rights, because otherwise you're a small town factory worker or a picker of oranges or something. And that's stayed in my mind. Whatever Hoffa and the Teamsters and any other corrupt unions have done, that's still in my mind. Fuck you, Walker, and your we need room to negotiate. The unions are willing to negotiate. They're not willing to lose all cohesion and collapse back into a mass of individuals with no right to gather and deal with you collectively. ... Hell, I'm not sure anyone should have to deal with you, you shit-for-brains little weasel, apologies to the weasel lovers. But somehow, you got elected. Probably because you're bought up to the eyeballs.

Okay, and at this point I'm just tired and angry and less than coherent, so I'm going to save the insults for my side of the screen and drop the dragons off and go find some hot water and my guitar.