Warhead On Legs

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So, I just had an extensive Twitter conversation with the linguist who created the languages for Game of Thrones and Defiance. For no readily apparent reason. Because someone tweeted something about Rosetta Stone Dothraki and I sent it to him and, now I'm being urged to learn Georgian? Bastard, it's actually an intriguing language, too. Double bastard. I might pick it up for a weekend I need to do something that isn't any of the things I need to do, what's relaxing, oh, hey, learning Georgian! Type thing. Not aiming for fluency, just getting an idea of the structure. Shouldn't take more than a couple of weeks.

(What? Don't look at me like that.)

(Some of you are looking at me like that because learning languages for fun? Seriously? Some of you are looking at me with the JAG DO YOU NOT HAVE ENOUGH THINGS TO DO.)

In the meantime I have now done Japanese and made a fucking kickass fettucini chicken alfredo. Like you do. And the boy has been a kickass boy and now half of the lawn is mowed! (It started raining halfway through. WHich just goes to show that buying a lawnmower and declaring your intentions to mow the lawn makes it rain.) And now all the writing and some of the publicizing and I actually do feel better than I have in the past few weeks. What is this madness?? This is not Sparta I am lost.

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Hey look! Routines I can maintain them. Or at least start them up again. I have also repotted the sage into something with more room for its roots to go down and its plantness to go up. Hopefully up and not sideways. Sideways sage looks funny. Tomorrow I think I will start uprooting the shit out of everything in the front yard directly in front of the house, except the daffodils. I hope. I like the daffodils, but I'd like them a lot better if they weren't surrounded by shit I don't want to keep.

And now, writing. And possibly eating leftover stew if the boy doesn't get his sleepy ass down here so I know to grill chicken. Or have a reason to grill chicken. Because right now I have more lazy than reasons to grill half-frozen chicken.

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Yes, you're going to be spammed by languages today, I really, really need to get back in the regular habit of practicing everything on freaking time. But in the absence of good habits, you get chaotic language-spam instead. Have ... fun? If you find that sort of thing fun! Russian and an accounting of my German translating to follow, at least, so that'll all be one post. Um. ... no, it's no good. I've forgotten. Apparently today I'm Rosencrantz. Or Guildenstern.