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rushthatspeaksToday's assignment: proofread ancient Irish sagas. Whee! I love ancient Irish sagas! They resemble what would happen if Beowulf came with medieval-style Greco-Roman mythology references! Whee! Okay, so I have to format them, page-by-page, in a complex way so that the software reads them correctly, and then I have to go through and spell-check so that the things the software will *still* fail to read correctly get fixed, and then I have to port them into Word, and then I have to check the formatting again, and then I have to spellcheck again in case Word screwed something up by not having an accent mark or something. Okey-dokey. Irish sagas!
*format format* *clicky clicky*
... I am developing a real like for Brian Boru, here.
*format* *render* *software examines Irish-language interpolations, coughs, gives up ghost*
Okay, then. Guess I gotta go back and take out everything that isn't in English first.
*goes through and replaces Irish with tag saying 'there was Irish here'*
Dude, I just realized that the equivalent to the Catalogue of Ships in the Iliad? Is every Irish hero's endlessly mutable genealogy.
*render* *software examines diacritical markings and general Irish spelling, coughs, gives up ghost*
Okay, so spellchecking this is, as I had suspected, going to involve a lot of 'Ignore all', a lot of keyboard shortcuts, and nit-picky attention to detail.
... kind of like what whoever wrote this list of the heroes who died in the battle of Glenn Mama must have been doing. Gotta admire that nit-picky attention to detail.
*spellcheck spellcheck*
You know, I read the Catalogue of Ships in detail a few times. With reference books so I could figure out what they were talking about. It was actually really interesting. Of course, at the moment, I don't have any reference books, and my grasp on the sept and clan systems here is kind of made of fail, and oh thank god it finished spellchecking.
*port to Word* *spellcheck-- from the beginning*
This is all starting to look remarkably familiar. Oh god, Brian only just turned up, and he's not going to die until page two hundred and thirty-seven.
*spellcheck, with gritted teeth, as this is in fact the third time I have been over each of these pages*
I still like Irish sagas, but it has never been my intention to memorize any portions of them as a party trick. It seems, however, that the universe has other plans.
I have now been out of work for two hours. Let's see how it is: "... and when Murchadh, son of Brian, died, the greater part of the valor went out of the land of Erinn, and one quarter of the four-legged animals lost their milk on that day, and also the women of Erinn lost their sobriety and chastity; never will we see an age of heroes such as that of Murchadh, for truly seven Murchadhs would have made a Cu Chulainn, and he was the Hector of his people..."
Yup. Verbatim.
*format format* *clicky clicky*
... I am developing a real like for Brian Boru, here.
*format* *render* *software examines Irish-language interpolations, coughs, gives up ghost*
Okay, then. Guess I gotta go back and take out everything that isn't in English first.
*goes through and replaces Irish with tag saying 'there was Irish here'*
Dude, I just realized that the equivalent to the Catalogue of Ships in the Iliad? Is every Irish hero's endlessly mutable genealogy.
*render* *software examines diacritical markings and general Irish spelling, coughs, gives up ghost*
Okay, so spellchecking this is, as I had suspected, going to involve a lot of 'Ignore all', a lot of keyboard shortcuts, and nit-picky attention to detail.
... kind of like what whoever wrote this list of the heroes who died in the battle of Glenn Mama must have been doing. Gotta admire that nit-picky attention to detail.
*spellcheck spellcheck*
You know, I read the Catalogue of Ships in detail a few times. With reference books so I could figure out what they were talking about. It was actually really interesting. Of course, at the moment, I don't have any reference books, and my grasp on the sept and clan systems here is kind of made of fail, and oh thank god it finished spellchecking.
*port to Word* *spellcheck-- from the beginning*
This is all starting to look remarkably familiar. Oh god, Brian only just turned up, and he's not going to die until page two hundred and thirty-seven.
*spellcheck, with gritted teeth, as this is in fact the third time I have been over each of these pages*
I still like Irish sagas, but it has never been my intention to memorize any portions of them as a party trick. It seems, however, that the universe has other plans.
I have now been out of work for two hours. Let's see how it is: "... and when Murchadh, son of Brian, died, the greater part of the valor went out of the land of Erinn, and one quarter of the four-legged animals lost their milk on that day, and also the women of Erinn lost their sobriety and chastity; never will we see an age of heroes such as that of Murchadh, for truly seven Murchadhs would have made a Cu Chulainn, and he was the Hector of his people..."
Yup. Verbatim.
