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The simple forms of the pronouns are always unaccented and can never stand alone. To emphasize the pronoun, special contrast forms are created by adding a suffix:
mé, mise
thú, thusa
sé, seisean
sí, sise
sinn/muid, sinne/muidne
sibh, sibhse
siad, siadsan
These forms establish a contrast, implicit or explicit, between the pronoun and some other person. They are also usually used in equational copula sentences as well: Is mise an bainisteoir. I am the manager.
Another common way of accentuating pronouns is to add féin to the simple form. The basic meaning of féin is 'self', and it is used reflexively, i.e. when the subject and object are the same.
Ghortaigh mé mé féin. I hurt myself. (Really, Irish? Really?)
Tá sí ag caint léi féin. She's talking to herself.
It can also be used to focus attention on the person, and can even combine with a contrast form:
Rinne mé féin é. I myself did it.
Rinne mise mé féin é. I myself did it.
Forms with féin can also be conjoined with agus and used as copula predicates.
Mé féin an bainisteoir. I myself am the manager.
Tháinig mé féin agus Brian. Brian and I came.
The differences between pronouns with féin and the contrast forms are subtle and cannot be dealt with here (GEE THANKS). Phrase like mise agus tusa and mé féin agus tú féin can be considered interchangeable; the important point to note is that simple pronouns like mé and tú, etc., cannot be used in the contexts described here. Reciprocity, the sense of 'each other', is described by a chéile.
Bhuail siad a chéile. They hit each other.
Labhair siad le chéile. They talked to each other.
We have seen demonstratives seo, sin, úd (REALLY?) used in phrases with a noun and the article, as in an duine sin - that person. The same demonstratives can also be used as pronouns in combination with the simple third person pronouns.
sé seo, sí seo: this one
sé sin, sí sin: that one
sé siúd, sí siúd: that one
siad seo: these (people, thngs)
siad sin: those
siad siúd: those yonder
Siúd generally refers to people or things more distant than sin. (aquí, allí, allá, sin, seo, siúd) These also provide another way of accenting a pronoun.
Tá sé seo blasta. This is tasty.
An bhfeiceann tú í sin? Do you see her/that one?
Since the contrast forms refer only to peçople, sin/seo/siúd are the only way to accentuate pronouns referring to inanimate objects.
DAMMIT IRISH.
See, this is the problem with trying to learn a language where the dialect/accent changes every ten miles. I'm not kidding, that's an actual linguistic map. So now there's fifty billion grammar and pronunciation rules. Argh.
Speaking of argh, what am focus. On the plus side, I've discovered that taking a loratadine in the morning even during weekdays when I'm not ostensibly around the plants that much? Makes me much more productive in the evenings. I got the garden weeded, the succulent mix mixed (and now I need to mix more oh well), the tomatoes finished tied up, things watered, dinner made, an ant incursion on the cat food dishes cleaned up, cats fed, scooped, a couple places in the house cleaned up, laundry put away, dishes cycled, laundry cycled, um. Plants transplanted. And writing done; in short, a shitload. Way more than I have been since the summer hit. So, yes. Allergies are that bad.
(The hilarious part of this is that another friend is contemplating prescription strength anti-allergy meds, and this is the first year I've taken any anti-allergy meds short of going into a den of strange cats, so apparently this year we have allergens +5? Or something. Epic level allergens. Need extra buffs to defeat.)
Today it at least seems like there's a lot less day jobligations, so we all know what that means, right? Writing! Because joy. Both actual joy and oh god this story will never end I just keep slogging through it why did I even start trying to write this joy.
Things. Stuff. I sent back the rejects from my first StitchFix box today! Two of which were budget rejects rather than eew what the shit rejects, which is a good sign. One of those budget rejects was something the tag called skinny jeans. Correct me if I'm wrong, but aren't skinny jeans supposed to be form fitting? These weren't! Which I think is good because unless my jeans have a high enough spandex content as to be barely jeans anymore, I do not want form fitting fucking jeans. They can form fit my thighs and that's it. The jeans were also white with do not bleach instructions, which, although I am perfectly willing to disregard laundering instructions as it suits me, that.... no. And then the other non-budget reject was a lovely turquoise top that looked really nice but it lost the coin toss between that and the other top. (The other other rejects were a skirt that barely came to the middle of my thigh and a pair of earrings that, while pretty, covered my entire earlobe and up to the middle of my ear. Comically large. Both, no.)
Okay. Writing. Seriously. Not shopping for bookshelves, not pondering getting lumber to build them, not pondering when and how to persuade the boy to set up the damn saw so boards can be cut to build the damn pressing table so stuff can be stored in the garage to build the bookcases and so on and so forth. (We replaced the porch steps over the weekend, which now results in me wanting to build all the things. Go figure.) Writing and day jobligations. Let's go, self, let's get this moving.
mé, mise
thú, thusa
sé, seisean
sí, sise
sinn/muid, sinne/muidne
sibh, sibhse
siad, siadsan
These forms establish a contrast, implicit or explicit, between the pronoun and some other person. They are also usually used in equational copula sentences as well: Is mise an bainisteoir. I am the manager.
Another common way of accentuating pronouns is to add féin to the simple form. The basic meaning of féin is 'self', and it is used reflexively, i.e. when the subject and object are the same.
Ghortaigh mé mé féin. I hurt myself. (Really, Irish? Really?)
Tá sí ag caint léi féin. She's talking to herself.
It can also be used to focus attention on the person, and can even combine with a contrast form:
Rinne mé féin é. I myself did it.
Rinne mise mé féin é. I myself did it.
Forms with féin can also be conjoined with agus and used as copula predicates.
Mé féin an bainisteoir. I myself am the manager.
Tháinig mé féin agus Brian. Brian and I came.
The differences between pronouns with féin and the contrast forms are subtle and cannot be dealt with here (GEE THANKS). Phrase like mise agus tusa and mé féin agus tú féin can be considered interchangeable; the important point to note is that simple pronouns like mé and tú, etc., cannot be used in the contexts described here. Reciprocity, the sense of 'each other', is described by a chéile.
Bhuail siad a chéile. They hit each other.
Labhair siad le chéile. They talked to each other.
We have seen demonstratives seo, sin, úd (REALLY?) used in phrases with a noun and the article, as in an duine sin - that person. The same demonstratives can also be used as pronouns in combination with the simple third person pronouns.
sé seo, sí seo: this one
sé sin, sí sin: that one
sé siúd, sí siúd: that one
siad seo: these (people, thngs)
siad sin: those
siad siúd: those yonder
Siúd generally refers to people or things more distant than sin. (aquí, allí, allá, sin, seo, siúd) These also provide another way of accenting a pronoun.
Tá sé seo blasta. This is tasty.
An bhfeiceann tú í sin? Do you see her/that one?
Since the contrast forms refer only to peçople, sin/seo/siúd are the only way to accentuate pronouns referring to inanimate objects.
DAMMIT IRISH.
See, this is the problem with trying to learn a language where the dialect/accent changes every ten miles. I'm not kidding, that's an actual linguistic map. So now there's fifty billion grammar and pronunciation rules. Argh.
Speaking of argh, what am focus. On the plus side, I've discovered that taking a loratadine in the morning even during weekdays when I'm not ostensibly around the plants that much? Makes me much more productive in the evenings. I got the garden weeded, the succulent mix mixed (and now I need to mix more oh well), the tomatoes finished tied up, things watered, dinner made, an ant incursion on the cat food dishes cleaned up, cats fed, scooped, a couple places in the house cleaned up, laundry put away, dishes cycled, laundry cycled, um. Plants transplanted. And writing done; in short, a shitload. Way more than I have been since the summer hit. So, yes. Allergies are that bad.
(The hilarious part of this is that another friend is contemplating prescription strength anti-allergy meds, and this is the first year I've taken any anti-allergy meds short of going into a den of strange cats, so apparently this year we have allergens +5? Or something. Epic level allergens. Need extra buffs to defeat.)
Today it at least seems like there's a lot less day jobligations, so we all know what that means, right? Writing! Because joy. Both actual joy and oh god this story will never end I just keep slogging through it why did I even start trying to write this joy.
Things. Stuff. I sent back the rejects from my first StitchFix box today! Two of which were budget rejects rather than eew what the shit rejects, which is a good sign. One of those budget rejects was something the tag called skinny jeans. Correct me if I'm wrong, but aren't skinny jeans supposed to be form fitting? These weren't! Which I think is good because unless my jeans have a high enough spandex content as to be barely jeans anymore, I do not want form fitting fucking jeans. They can form fit my thighs and that's it. The jeans were also white with do not bleach instructions, which, although I am perfectly willing to disregard laundering instructions as it suits me, that.... no. And then the other non-budget reject was a lovely turquoise top that looked really nice but it lost the coin toss between that and the other top. (The other other rejects were a skirt that barely came to the middle of my thigh and a pair of earrings that, while pretty, covered my entire earlobe and up to the middle of my ear. Comically large. Both, no.)
Okay. Writing. Seriously. Not shopping for bookshelves, not pondering getting lumber to build them, not pondering when and how to persuade the boy to set up the damn saw so boards can be cut to build the damn pressing table so stuff can be stored in the garage to build the bookcases and so on and so forth. (We replaced the porch steps over the weekend, which now results in me wanting to build all the things. Go figure.) Writing and day jobligations. Let's go, self, let's get this moving.