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[kittydesade]

давать/дать
Я даю, ты даёшь, он даёт, мы даём, вы даёте, они дают.
Я дам, ты дашь, она даст, мы дадим, вы дадите, они дадут.
давай, дай
давал, давала, давали
дал, дала, дали

Я передаю, ты передаёшь, он передаёт, мы передаём, вы передаёте, они передают
Я передам, ты передашь, она передаст, мы передадим, вы передадите, они передадут
передавай, передай
передавал, передавала, передавали
передал, передала, передали



Speaking of robot overlords...

Exercises tomorrow, and then that concludes that particular chapter. Which seems like it went by sort of quick. Huh.

Yes, I'm back. Took a few days off to bash my way through at least a draft of a story for submission so I know what needs to be fixed up and what I need to know and so on. Knowing what you need to know is very important! How else will you know what you need to learn? So, yes. I have a draft now, and almost four thousand words of two married men (to each other) in bed together for the first time (it's complicated) and I don't know where most of that came from. And a bit of writing about girls giggling over a holiday fling. And now it's time to catch up on all the writing I put on hold to do that. Including banging some on this world-building leviathan I've created. It's a monster. I'm serious. What's bigger than a leviathan? It's a world-building hydra, every time I take out one thing, two or three more pop in to fill its place.

I don't even know what's going on in the world, you guys. No, I know what's going on in the world, and I don't like it. We're swapping democracy for capitalist autocracy in Wisconsin, while the entire Middle East and most of Northern Africa, as far as I can tell, is embroiled in a to a greater or lesser degree bloody battle for democracy. It's backwards from how it's been all my life. And while I applaud what's going on on the other side of the world, I want to know when the fuck my country turned into a seething pit of despotism.

I don't even, you guys. I'm going to get ready for work and maybe spend the rest of the day hiding in my bunker of fictional stuff, because I do want to get this draft finished up and banged out and because apart from cheering on at a distance and signing petitions and things there isn't much I can think of to do and I hate feeling useless. And. And something. Maybe I'm paranoid, but I keep looking up at Wisconsin and expecting to see tanks and National Guard rolling across the streets. Or hear stories about how it's become a police state, or... I keep expecting it to get much, much worse. Which is mostly the fear talking, but still. It bugs me. On a visceral level. Kitty no like.