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There's something both gratifying and pathetic about being a person so invested in language that the mere realization that we're finally, finally learning the accusative case in Russian today can bring me from the brink of screaming and wall-punching to a mild euphoria.
On the plus side, easiest cheer-up ever. On the minus, geez.
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Also, last night I got to issue a statement that couldn't not come out wrong:
"Okay. This... is gonna make me sound kinda crazy, even more so if you don't know typesetting terms, but I really hate orphans and feel the need to kill them whenever I see them."
(Though apparently what I really meant was "widow," hrm. Or in any case, single paragraph-ending words on their own lines.)
On the plus side, easiest cheer-up ever. On the minus, geez.
...
Also, last night I got to issue a statement that couldn't not come out wrong:
"Okay. This... is gonna make me sound kinda crazy, even more so if you don't know typesetting terms, but I really hate orphans and feel the need to kill them whenever I see them."
(Though apparently what I really meant was "widow," hrm. Or in any case, single paragraph-ending words on their own lines.)