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Nouns expressing a definite point of time or a duration of time are in the accusative and do not use a preposition.

Martin kommt nächsten Sonntag. Martin is coming next Sunday.
Er bleibt einen Tag. He's staying for one day.

... and then I got stuck being in the front of the store and didn't get the actual exercise done oops.



Complete the following sentences.
１．明日の天気はさむいかもしれません。
２．今週の週末、私は沢山ごはんを作るかもしれません。
３．私たちの日本語の先生はいそがしかもしれません。[I][plural marker][possession marker][Japanese language][possession marker][teacher]
4. 私のとなりの人は、きのう。。。かもしれません。 Not entirely sure what they're asking here.
5. 今学期のあと、私はたくさんスップをつくるかもしれません。Because it's winter. And it's COLD.



There are distinct prefixes for women's surnames. These prefixes can vary in form according to whether a woman is married or single. All cause lenition. Here are the married forms and unmarried female forms for two typical surnames.

Seán, Ó Conaill, Áine Ní Chonaill
Pádraig Mac Mathúna Máire Nic Mhathúna

The married forms are based on the male forms; if Seán Ó Conaill's wife is named Máire she will be known formally as Máire Bean Uí Chonaill (Lit. wife of O'Connell) or Máire Uí Chonaill for short. Pádraig Ó Mathúna's wife Síle would be called Síle Bean Mhic Mhathúna or Síle Mhic Mhathúna. Bean Uí Chonaill on its own means Mrs. O'Connell and Bean Mhic Mhathúna means Mrs. MacMahon. In traditional Irish speaking society women tended to be known informally by their maiden names (due to a strong sense of family affiliation).

Here are some common Irish surnames in their three widely used forms:

Ó Conaill, Ní Chonaill, Uí Chonaill
Ó Murchú, Ní Mhurchú, Uí Mhurchú
Ó Dónaill, Ní Dhónaill, Uí Dhónaill
Ó Ceallaigh, Ní Cheallaigh, Uí Cheallaigh
Ó Sé, Ní Shé, Uí Shé
Mac Mathúna, Nic Mhathúna, Mhic Mhathúna

Note that exceptionally Nic and Mhic do not cause lenition when the following name begins with C.


Countries fall into two groups. Nationalities always end with -ach:

1) without the article
Éire, Éireannach
Sasana, Sasanach
Alba, Albanach
Meiriceá, Meiriceánach

2) with the article (causing lenition). These are treated like any other feminine noun.
An Fhrainc, Francach
An Ghearmáin, Gearmánach
An Spáinn, Spáinneach
An Iodáil, Iodálach
An Rúis, Rúiseach



In Which Jag Talks About Fitness Things Most People Put Behind Cuts

There's a definite kind of malaise that comes from doing ... what, almost three years now? Of workouts and diet and not managing to keep the weight off. Or the mass, I'm not sure which. This may end up being sort of depressing sounding, but it's true. I fix one thing, and it doesn't fix the overall problem. I have made improvements. I can tell I've made improvements because THIRTY freaking push-ups is getting easy and I can sprint in more about eighth of a mile sections, in winter, without panting or wheezing. And I have asthma. This after I've been running and jumping up and down and over benches, so it's not that there hasn't been progress. It's just that I'm still a size 12-14 in jeans (depending on period bloat and dear lord why did society and biology conspire to give us size neuroses and period bloat?) and I'd really, really like that to go down. Just a size or two! I'll stop at 8, I have no wish to be a size 6 or 4 or 0. Because my genetics dictate that I have hips. And I like my hips. And I like muscle definition, so, yeah, a slightly below 30" waist and a little off my hips and I'll be golden, but it keeps. Not. Happening.

(For the record, I'm 5'1 to 5'2" if I'm wearing my boots with heels. I think I'm actually 5'1 1/2" or so when standing up straight. I can never remember because I so rarely stand up straight, barefoot, against a measuring thing.)

Sigh. No, my headvoices/also me's/inner common sense is right. I only jacked up my workout and started really paying attention to my diet about six weeks before Dragon*Con, and it took until pretty recently for the diet changes to even stick, and the three weeks after Dragon*Con were full of work craziness and delayed con crud and general exhaustion. So now it's down to, from this week (which has actually been pretty decent) through winter, how much of my good habits can I stick to. And see if that leads to a more permanent change. But, god. Three years? I know I can lose it, because I have periods of a few weeks to a month and a half where I'm down at a size 10/30" waist/however you want to measure it.

And then probably what happens is I either panic and go OH GOD I REALLY WILL LOOK LIKE A SUPERHERO AUGH or I go "okay I'm done I can stop now." Which is probably a kind of psychology I should cut the fuck out. So I'll look like a superhero. Isn't that kind of the point? I'll still be me, it's just that my outside will more closely match my inner concept of myself. Which is to say, curvy and kick-ass and full of visibly toned muscle ready to bounce offending persons off the floor. Yes, I'm a violent person. And no, it's not an okay I'm done I can stop now. Exercise feels good. It might be an, okay, I'm done, I can scale it back a bit now, but no. This is a life change. That's why we've been doing it in slow steps to make sure I can live with this. A life change of eating more balanced diets/more protein and less carbs, finding foods that fit that that I'll eat, and cutting the refined sugars the fuck out. Seriously, I don't drink, I don't smoke, I drink water, milk, and occasionally juice and that's it, I cook most of my own meals, but the candy kills me. Still, slow steps. It's a life change, not a diet or a workout plan. There is no, okay I'm done I can stop now. This is me.

Ugh. Three years. Well, three years in three months, so I guess we'll see where I am in three months and if I can still whine then. With a little bit of, not luck, but stubbornness, I'll get back down to where I was in three months the last time I panicked, because, let's face it, I'm not actually that far off from it now. And then, we'll see if I can push me a little further. That's what Courtesan School is about, isn't it? Pushing ourselves to be what we want to be, instead of settling for what we are. ... So, really, what the fuck am I doing here still settling?

(Yes, I'm violent and I swear a lot. Seriously, I'm a lot less aggressive than that makes me sound. I'm also lazy as hell.)