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[kittydesade]

Comparative adjectives that precede nouns take adjective endings.
Das ist kein besserer Plan. That's not a better plan.
Hast du eine bessere Idee?

1. Sie hat ein großes Auto, aber sie möchte ein grosseres haben.
2. Sie kauft immer teure Kleider, aber sie wünscht sich noch teurere.
3. Sie isst oft in guten Restaurants, aber sie möchte in besseren essen.
4. Sie hat einen schnellen Computer, aber sie kauft sich bald einen schnelleren.
5. Sie macht schöne Ferien, aber sie wünscht sich schönere.
6. Stefanie hat einen guten Job, aber sie braucht bestimmt einen besseren.


I have awesome people working for me. Just saying. My Realty Lady is looking into what the status of the utilities are, and I just contacted the prospective inspector and asked him what he thought of our current utilities status. And so it looks like this inspection might happen after all! After which all I have to do is freak out about maybe the inspection will uncover Something Nasty In The Basement. Like Jurgen Prochnow on a typewriter. Or Sam Neill accent hopping all over every frikkin English speaking country in the globe. Guess what movie I watched over the weekend. Go on, guess.

I did, at least, get some editing done today. And now I'm home and can hopefully get some writing and editing done, got all my Big Bang administratrivia done and now I have to get my Big Bang writing done. Which is actually progressing faster than I think it is, now that I think about it, considering it's due in MAY.

Still should get a move on.

Ugh I'm tired. And I'm having fun playing with horsies in between knitting and writing, but I really wish this whole house buying thing weren't leaving me brainless for writing and/or too busy packed/packed in/packing to do anything else creative. A lot of my craft stuff is packed. My guitar is hemmed in by book boxes. The administrative/logistical sections of my brain can either do fictional world logistics or house buying logistics but not both, and that just leaves language working, really, for things I can do to relax. Which I suppose I could do. I'd just like to have more choice.

At least it's slowly looking like it's coming to an end. And if we're doing all the dewinterization process, there's only so many ways the selling bank can fuck us over until we have a better idea of what we're dealing with. And then, well. Then inspections, and finding out if it's a house or a heffalump. I really hope it's not a heffalump. At this point that hope is at least half made up of I don't want to have to shuffle around all these goddamn packed boxes so I can get to my shit because house buying is going to take months longer than expected. We can thank my boy for that. Thank you, boy. I disapprove of all of these shenanigans. Hauser disapproves, too. Just look at him disapproving.