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Doh!

Don't you hate it when you make a little mistake and don't notice it for a hell of a while.

It seems I had missed-typed one of the character names for Unions and Intersections. The character of Jia Shu Ling was originally typed as Jai, not Jia.

Most times these sort of typo's in names don't make a difference because you can always make up new names anyway, but I actually chose the name specifically due to meaning, so it kind of annoyed me. So, I just had to do a search and replace through the other 23 characters I had already done and fix it up.

Doh!

Oh well, it's fixed now before the game starts, and that's the main thing.

For those who are curious, Jia means beautiful, while Jai doesn't have any meaning that I can find.

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travisjhall
Jan. 14th, 2008 11:25 pm (UTC)

"Jai" can be a variant of "Jay", from Latin, meaning "jaybird" (a blue songbird), or it can be a Sanskrit name meaning "victory". Depends on the culture.

I think you're aiming for an Asian cultural background for that character, and I can currently give no meaning from any culture from east of India for that name.

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