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[kittydesade]

Geben Sie die Sätze mit der richtigen Form der Adjektive in Klammern wieder.
e.g. Brötchen schmecken gut. (frisch) Frische Brötchen schmecken gut.
1. Bier schmeckt auch gut. Deutsches Bier schmeckt auch gut.
2. Ich trinke gern Wein. Ich trinke gern trockenen Wein.
3. Blumen auf dem Tisch gefallen mir. Frische Blumen auf dem Tisch gefallen mir.
4. In vielen Städten kann man Fisch kaufen. In vielen Städten kann man frischen Fisch kaufen.
5. Ich koche gern mit Wein. Ich koche gern mit deutschem Wein.
6. Ich habe Hunger. Ich habe großen Hunger.
7. Zum Mittagessen esse ich gern amerikanisches Steak.
8. Zum Abendessen esse ich gern deutsche Wurst.


No, seriously, people. How hard is it to read the freaking rules and comply with them? How hard is it to be freaking polite to people in general? Whatever happened to if you can't say anything nice don't say anything at all? RARR. Rant, chew, tear, rip, you are not a special snowflake and there is not an exception just for special you. Frothing rage.

Okay, no, really. No more frothing rage. Really done now. I think. I'm still waiting for the other penny to drop, but I think all the pennies have fallen and we're clear for another year. Oh Yuletide.

It took me a second and I actually had to go look up where I left off in German, that is how screwed up my headspace has gotten. And how off my routines. Not so off that it's hard to pick them back up again, but off enough that I'm incredibly disoriented. Next year, I leave bookmarks in my textbooks. Everything else seems to be going pretty well, though I only did about half of my exercises because of reasons. Other half will probably come tonight. In between getting back to other projects, writing my inevitably massive behind the scenes post, and *ulp* route-planning my inevitable self-publishing journey. Twitch. Fear.




Oh! Oh. But I did remember the best quote ever and I would like to posit that this should apply to all your comments on your Yulefics and all your fics that you receive. With apologies to Matthew Prior:

"Be to [its] virtues very kind;
Be to [its] faults a little blind."