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[kittydesade]

1. Ihre Partnerin/Ihr Partner erzählt Ihnen, dass ihr/sein Computer kaputt gegangen ist und alle Dateien weg sind. Sie drücken ihr/ihm Ih Mitgefühl aus und wählen dafür jeweils eine passende Formulierung unten.

1. Am Wochenende ist mir mein Computer kaputt gegangen. Du Arme!
2. Der Monitor war auf einmal schwarz. Da ist ja dumm.
3. Leider kann niemand den Computer reparieren. Was hast du denn?
4. Alle Dateien sind weg. Das tut mir aber Leid für dich.
5. Das ganze Material für meine Magisterarbeit war auf der Festplatte. (hard drive)
6. Und ich habe keine Sicherheitskopien. (Backup copies) Das verstehe ich.
7. Die ganze Arbeit war umsonst.
8. Und jetzt muss ich mir einen neuen Computer kaufen.
9. Ach, ich ärgere mich so! Das ist ja ärgerlich.

... I don't even know what to do with this, half the responses don't seem to match up and the other half seem to apply for everything. Possibly this is a result of my general response to a lot of these statements being "Man, that sucks." ... Da ist ja Scheiße?


Well, this was possibly the best video I'll see all day.

And now I have a headache from the revelation that that line from Grimm? That's not "the Ferrat" he's saying, not "I speak for the Ferrat" on this. At least I don't think it is. That's der Verrat. Which is German for "betrayal" or "traitor" according to the online dictionary. Which might be their hamhanded German for Rebellion? The Rebel Alliance? Either way, fucking hell. And a bit of giggling glee because knowing all the languages ever is good for something! Along with pointing out when the subtitles don't match with what Renard is saying.

Oof. Fixing some problems with paperwork in the mortgage crap, I swear this stuff is so convoluted only to cause problems. Sent information along to lawyers, and now there's only one thing, I think... no, two things to do. One I can do tomorrow morning if I remember, and the other will have to wait until I get the proper form/format guide. And packing. Packing packing and sorting things out and more packing and did you know the Irish infinitive for 'to pack is pacàil? Now you know. And even more packing. And possibly no weaving class tomorrow if Aunt Beej is still sick. But she spent most of today upstairs and asleep, I hope, so maybe she'll be better.

Things. Stuff. I have absolutely no functioning brain cells left whatsoever. I'm actually starting to develop a headache, which is annoying because I have editing and packing to do. And I have absolutely no idea what's for dinner, except that we have a fair bit of leftover chicken, so we should probably eat that. And. I'm tired, and I need a day off already. Again. This does not bode well.