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[kittydesade]

Okay, rules summary here, and then review this all next week.

* The construction so...wie is used to express the equality of a person, thing, or activity to another. It is equivalent to English as...as.

* The comparative of an adjective or adverb is formed by adding -er to the base form. The comparative form plus als is used to compare people, things, or activities, equivalent to the English than. Adjectives ending in -el drop the final -e of the base form before adding -er. Adjectives ending in -er may follow the same pattern.

* Many common one-syllable words with stem vowel a, o, or u add an umlaut in the comparative form, including alt, dumm, jung, kalt, kurz, lang, oft, rot, stark, and warm.

* And of course some have irregular comparative forms.

* Comparative adjectives that precede nouns take adjective endings.

* The superlative of an adjective is formed by adding -st to the base form. The -st is expanded to -est if the adjective stem ends in -d, -t, or a sibilant. The superlative of groß is an exception: größt-. The words that add umlaut in the comparative also add umlault in the superlative. Superlative adjectives that precede nouns take adjective endings.

* The superlative of adverbs (e.g. am schwersten) and predicate adjectives (e.g. am kürzesten) is formed by inserting the word am in front of the adverb or adjective and adding the ending -(e)sten to it. The construction am + superlative is used when it answers the question wie? (how?) as in Wie arbeitet Frau Greif im Winter? Sie arbeitet am schwersten.

* The superlative of attributive adjectives (with a following noun expressed or understood) is formed by inserting der/das/die In front of the adjective and adding the appropriate ending to the superlative form of the adjective.

* The adjectives and adverbs that are irregular in the comparative are also irregular in the superlative.



Apparently the key to quickly enjoying your pomegranate is to paddle it vigorously. Spank your food, kids, you'll be able to eat it easier. Good to know!

I was on it a couple days and then off and now I'm back on Memrise as a way to build up my vocab for German, Irish, and French, and possibly Russian too. Probably Russian. The best way, I guess, is to get on when I'm doing the language lessons anyway and just go over my vocab then. But it's kind of fun. Also they make you write them out, which is good because otherwise I'd just get to knowing the shapes and never get it embedded under my brainskin. This is a new phrase I just made up.

(Relatedly, what the hell is with my typing things the way they sound to me today, which is not at all the way they are in English. Am I having a Spanish brain today? Or just a messed up one.)

Checked in with the boy, Murdock is still lurching and falling over and generally being pissy about the whole thing. Maybe he'll be a little better when I get home. I have to get elbows deep in fiber again, including raw fleece which always makes me think of the sheep crap oil dialogue. Oh Rumple. Oh Carlyle. I want to sit down with Rumple now and have a long talk about spinning and staple and wool and dyes and things and stuff and so on. Just because. Fire ordinances seem to say that we need a permit for any particular outside burning activity we do, although I'll double check that with the local fire marshal and maybe we just need to have them come out once we've got the fire pit all set up and look and go "Yes, you can burn stuff here." Which would be awesome. Oh, and I definitely need to dig out that old email from the city historical commission person and see what that specific thing she suggested I look up in the library was. I want to KNOW THINGS. I want to know ALL THE THINGS.

Ahem. Anyway. Getting elbows deep in fiber, now. And then possibly going home, petting my poor cat, doing a little packing, and reveling in the fact that soon I will be able to spank pomegranates and pound breasts to my heart's content. What? I try not to do these things in apartment buildings where being loud could scare the neighbors.

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[oldandnewfirm]

I've found that years of typing versus writing has left me with the nasty habit of typing things phonetically, or at least the way my brain thinks they sound at the time. This has resulted in several amusing errors over the years, my favorite being the time I typed "biquini" instead of "bikini." Brain, I'm pretty sure the error took more effort to type than the actual spelling.

[kittydesade]

Growing up with Spanish teaches me that if it sounds like 'a' it should be 'a', no matter what the spelling says. Then again, growing up with Spanish also gives me a somewhat skewed idea of which vowel is which.

[oldandnewfirm]

This is why babelfish need to be a real thing. People could write however they like, and we'd just automagically understand it as our own special brand of language.

[kittydesade]

Translator microbes! We need those.

Also there is a special kind of hell for people who drop off the face of the planet without good reason, making their deadlines, or at least telling someone so that someone else can fill in. Relatedly, I am never modding a Big Bang again.

[oldandnewfirm]

They'd be pretty magical, I agree. And hey, apparently science has already figured out where memories are stored. Now they've just got to figure out a way to package all the world's languages and laser beam them into our brains at birth.

It's a special hell where the authors of their favorite stories get bored and cease updating right after a cliffhanger. Yikes. Modding has always sounded scary to me. Is it one of those things where people are trading stories versus writing for themselves? 'Cause if so, yeah, dropping out without saying anything is a shitty thing to do.

[kittydesade]

Oooh. Yes. Also, man. Philip K Dick world, here we come. That's just trippy.

>.> I may have stopped updating one of my stories in the last month or so. But then, I've stopped writing most everything lately. Hopefully I can bang some more words out this weekend, it's always hard to start up after I haven't been. It's a BigBang, so, trading stories for art? So, yeah. Not cool, people.