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All the vocab ever! Or at least a great portion of it.
seanathair - grandfather
seanmháthair (f) - grandmother
athair - father
máthair (f) - mother
uncail - uncle
aintín (f) - aunt
mac - son
iníon (f) - daughter
col ceathar - cousin
garmhac - grandson
gariníon (f) - granddaughter
nia - nephew
neacht (f) - niece
an fear - the man
an fear céile - the husband
an bhean (f) - the woman
an bhean chéile - the wife
an leanbh - the child
an páiste - the child
an garsún - the boy
an deartháir - the brother
an cailín - the girl
an deirfiúr (f) - the sister

fiche - twenty
tríocha - thirty
daichead - forty
caoga - fifty
seasca - sixty
seachtó - seventy
ochtó - eighty
nócha - ninety
céad - a hundred
fiche a haon - twenty one
fiche a dó - twenty two
fiche a trí - twenty three
fiche a ceathair - twenty four
fiche a cúig - twenty five
fiche a sé - twenty six
fiche a seach - twenty seven
fiche a hocht - twenty eight
fiche a naoi - twenty nine
...
dhá chéad - two hundred
trí chéad - three hundred



Much many vocab. All the vocab ever.

Oof. Have to email about Nashcon and getting a refund. Which they damn well better give now that they've moved it. Have to work some more on Black Ice Nano today, which has thankfully passed the halfway point with no signs of slowing. And the other stuff. If I can work on writing now, I can do only editing when I get home, which will be nice. Stupid fracking banging things into shape argh. I will say, if I can get these other two things banged out with rough drafts by, say, December? I will be in FUCKING AWESOME SHAPE. And it will be the fastest I have done anything ever. Except maybe the first half of Horror Big Bang. Which I would have also done if I hadn't lost track of deadlines.

I really, really need to actually bash things into shape for publishing in the coming year. I mean really. I have not one, not two, but three things that could be novelized. Three. This means I need to get my lazy, terrified ass in gear. I need to get things edited, I need to get the second drafts done, I need to run them by the beta squad of awesome again and then I need to get them fucking formatted and out the door.

I took a first step that way by sending someone a PDF of one of my Big Bangs so they could more easily read it! It's amazing how terrifying it is. Apparently my scaredy lizard brain differentiates between putting writing out there on my journal where everyone can read it if they want to and actually handing someone a thing that they asked for, of mine, to read. I have no idea why this is ten times scarier, but it is. But I did it. So fucking there. Brainweasels of unusual size? I don't think they exist.

I also need to do some actual factual filing today. And some picking up of my desk. If I'm very lucky, the Elf Lord will get Old and Busted off my damn desk so I have more room today. At which point I have to figure out where and how to get a whole new set of sorting hoppers, because mine's doing a very excellent Pisa impression. Oof, so much to do, so little time to do it in. But at least there's a great deal less stress since my Social Control card has arrived, and now I can beat up more government offices for a ShowMe and then I will present myself to the bank as a real existing person and be done with that. And that will feel immensely good.