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Féin means self when following a pronoun (and is usually pronounced héin).
Níl mé pósta.
Níl mé féin pósta.

After a noun it means own:
mo theach
mo theach féin

Adjectives normally follow the noun in Irish:
leanbh óg
rothar nua
teach mór

A feminine noun lenites a following adjective which begins with a consonant other than l, n, r
clann mhór
oifig bheag
sráid fhada

A few adjectives of one syllable precede the noun. Sean (old) is an example, and it causes lenition.
seanfhear
seanbhean

n + d cancels out lenition:
seanduine
seandaoine

Le (with) as referring to time
When used with periods of time this preposition means for the past:
Tá mé anseo le seachtain.
Tá muid anseo le tamall.
Tá leanbh aici le mí.
Tá sé marbh le fada.

It is often reinforced with anuas (Lit. from above but meaning hitherto in this context.=
Tá Liam pósta le bliain anuas.



DUDE. DUUUUDE. DUDE DUDE DUDE DUDE DUDE DUDE DUDE.

And by that I mean they actually fucking replicated the faster than light particles experiment. They replicated it. Which is a big chunk of the scientific process. There are still more tests to be run, of course, and more things that could be wrong, it could be faulty premise, faulty equipment, something this groundbreaking should be tested to within an inch of its life. But I think it's safe to say that I'm going to bouncing and Dudeing every time they find more proof that this actually did happen.

Yuletide signups concluded, matching is going on, and I am sitting here all aquiver waiting for the pinch hit list to come out. Oh yes. ALL THE PINCH HITS WILL BE MINE. Also made progress on Nano, the SPN thing, and the Big Bang Mixup story this weekend. I actually did get the rest of the Big Bang Mixup story plotted, and it is vengeance porn on so many levels I cannot even. I even managed to integrate my latest kick in such a way that it does not look awkward and stilted, go me!

That latest kick being Robert Carlyle. Which we can blame Once Upon A Time for this. I watched Grimm on Saturday, Once Upon A Time on Sunday, I think I can safely say that while Grimm has the better/more subplots, Once Upon A Time is far superior in execution and therefore more enjoyable to watch. Even if I do want to slap most of the main cast. But Once Upon A Time also has teeth and Sorcery, and when I say teeth and Sorcery oh boy howdy do I mean teeth and Sorcery. I haven't seen that much Sorcery or that many teeth since... maybe since The Mentalist first started airing. Thankfully his character isn't on screen that much or I'd probably alternate between flailing at the screen and hiding behind the chair/couch. But the one episode in which he featured a fair bit did have me hissing and trying to claw the backs of my eyeballs.

... I feel like I should explain Sorcerers now, since I talk about them a lot and I'm fairly sure I've acquired a bunch of new people since last I did anything like this. The short version is that a while (about ten years, eek) ago I came up with my own fiction archetypes based on what I was reading and writing. The one I kept getting drawn to was the Sorcerer. The Sorcerer is the manipulative bastard who is too fucking clever for his own good, feels genuine feelings including love, but lacks the basic self control to do anything useful in terms of being a decent sentient being. So he keeps making choice after choice to get what he thinks he wants and keep it, or to pursue a goal in a way he thinks will be most likely to work... and it rarely does, because on some level he also knows exactly how fucked up he is and that he doesn't deserve the happy ending. Or a various combination of those factors. Some Sorcerers include Lucifer in most of his depictions/incarnations, Raistlin, Jareth, Patrick Jane (textbook! argh!), Loki in most of his depictions/incarnations and most especially the recent Tom Hiddleston version, EVERYONE IN THE PRESTIGE EVER (and by everyone I mean Borden and Angier), Sherlock Holmes most recently personified as Benedict Cumberbatch, and finally, Rumplestiltskin. Or actually, more Mr. Gold than Rumplestiltskin, being a Sorcerer requires enough functionality to fake being normal long enough for your intended victim to be suckered into loving you and then reveal the depth of your utter fucked-up-ness as you shake them like a rag doll and scream FIX ME. Because that's what Sorcerers do. When they're not smiling at you. With teeth.

Ahem. And no, they don't need to show you their actual teeth. Michael Fassbender has the teeth thing covered.