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All right, self, back on the stick with ye. You might not have much to say, but you won't know until you unlimber your fingers.
Though I have been silent, I have not been idle. I finished the story I was working on, though not in time for Christmas as I'd hoped, and the recipient was well pleased. They are, it seems, the only one, since it has received no other comments, but at least they did. Eventually, I'll come up with another idea and start clacking away, but there's no rush. Any fans I may have had have clearly wandered to more prolific--and possibly more cheerful--pastures.
I've returned to noodling about on Duolingo. My Spanish and German are still in good shape, but my Russian is embarrassing. Granted, I only had a single semester in college instead of eight and three years, respectively, for the others, but still. The pronunciation isn't bad; in fact, my mouth and tendency toward nasal liquidity are suited to it, but I can't connect the sounds with the written words to save my life yet. Written Cyrillic is lovely, but my Latinate-coded brain is having a hard time making the transition. There's nothing for it but to keep trying.
On the less lofty front, I'm doing an X-Files rewatch. I still love it, but wow, is it so painfully 90s, and David Duchovny's acting is much more uneven in the early going than I remember. Young!me sided with Mulder and his tinhatty idealism, but as I live in the age of Trump and the final collapse of America's aspirations to righteous nobility, I find myself sympathizing with Scully. Mulder might be right, but he's also an ineffectual weenie, and what's the point of poking the bear when all you're going to do is cry about the unfairness of being eaten? Either make an earnest attempt at changing the status quo or shut the fuck up and let Scully have her goddamn bubble bath, Mulder.
Though I have been silent, I have not been idle. I finished the story I was working on, though not in time for Christmas as I'd hoped, and the recipient was well pleased. They are, it seems, the only one, since it has received no other comments, but at least they did. Eventually, I'll come up with another idea and start clacking away, but there's no rush. Any fans I may have had have clearly wandered to more prolific--and possibly more cheerful--pastures.
I've returned to noodling about on Duolingo. My Spanish and German are still in good shape, but my Russian is embarrassing. Granted, I only had a single semester in college instead of eight and three years, respectively, for the others, but still. The pronunciation isn't bad; in fact, my mouth and tendency toward nasal liquidity are suited to it, but I can't connect the sounds with the written words to save my life yet. Written Cyrillic is lovely, but my Latinate-coded brain is having a hard time making the transition. There's nothing for it but to keep trying.
On the less lofty front, I'm doing an X-Files rewatch. I still love it, but wow, is it so painfully 90s, and David Duchovny's acting is much more uneven in the early going than I remember. Young!me sided with Mulder and his tinhatty idealism, but as I live in the age of Trump and the final collapse of America's aspirations to righteous nobility, I find myself sympathizing with Scully. Mulder might be right, but he's also an ineffectual weenie, and what's the point of poking the bear when all you're going to do is cry about the unfairness of being eaten? Either make an earnest attempt at changing the status quo or shut the fuck up and let Scully have her goddamn bubble bath, Mulder.
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