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[kittydesade]

Indirect questions:
Direct question:
Wann kommt Paul nach Hause?
When is Paul coming home?
Kommt er vor sechs?
Is he coming before six?

Indirect question:
Weißt du, wann Paul nach Hause kommt?
Do you know when Paul iscoming home?
Ich möchte wissen, ob er vor sechs kommt.
I'd like to know whether (if) he's coming before six.

An indirect question is a dependent clause. It begins with a question word or, if there is no question word, with the subordinating conjunction ob. The finite verb is therefore in final position.

Weißt du...? Kannst du mir sagen...?
Ich möchte wissen, ... Ich weiß nicht, ...

Indirect informational questions are introduced by the same question words that are used in direct informational questions, e.g. wer, was, wann, wie lange, warum, etc. The question word functions as a subordinating conjunction.

Indirect yes/no questions are introduced by the subordinating conjunction ob. Ob has the meaning of if or whether and is used with main clauses such as sie fragt, ob... and Ich weiß nicht, ob...

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Example: Wie heißt er? Ich weiß nicht, wie er heißt.
1. Was macht er? Ich weiß nicht, was er macht.
2. Wie lange kennt sie ihn schon? Ich weiß nicht, wie lange sie ihn schon kennt.
3. Wo wohnt er? Ich weiß nicht, wo er wohnt.
4. Wie alt ist er? Ich weiß nicht, wie alt er ist.
5. Wo arbeitet er? Ich weiß nicht, wo er arbeitet.
6. Warum findet sie ihn so toll? Ich weiß nicht, warum sie ihn so toll findet.
7. Wann sieht sie ihn wieder? Ich weiß nicht, wann sie ihn wieder sieht.

Aaand I just blew through all that German in record time, so the second exercise of that can go tomorrow.



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Tired. Tired tired tired tired. Tired. I'm not entirely sure why I'm so tired, but I'm definitely going to bed on time tonight. Maybe just anxieties about work and supplies and laying in stuff for the shows. But, I am getting back on track with exercise, language, and music routines. All those good things. And slowly getting back on track with writing, tags, everything else. I feel like this is the first time I've gotten back to normal since I got back from Dragon*Con. But I am not going bad and looking over old entries to see what exactly has been keeping me from being normal because I'll probably be even more tired and then my head will explode.

I'm working on a series of Nanowrimo icons that should go up soon. I should actually be working on the outline for my novel, but no. Icons! This is sort of like being an adult for two weeks and then saying no, fuck it, stupid internet games forever. Only with the me going back to outline later, probably. Right now, though, just icons.

Still not watching the GOP debate. The comments from my friends on Twitter are actually far more entertaining. And there's just something far too disheartening about the fact that half our country's duly (if not always properly) elected representatives don't actually give a damn about the people they're supposed to be representing, in what is supposed to be the world's bastion of democracy. I read something today that said our economic and infrastructure and standard of living imbalance was more akin to people in Russia and Iran. And if I go too far along that line of thinking I really will get too depressed, so I'm going to stop now.

Hmm. While I'm at it, maybe I'll retool that politics icon, it doesn't look quite right.

Oh, there was one more thing. I've fallen in love with Dwight from Haven. Who is played by Edge. A wrestler. There are no words for how confused and entertained this makes me, you guys, normally even the wrestlers who have turned to acting aren't my thing. I mean, yes, wrestling is kind of like chewing the scenery while you perform outrageous stunts, but they're not usually my type. But dear god, Dwight, he's such a mastiff puppy, I want to take him home and cuddle and pet him forever. Also, he totally should have played Sabretooth.