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So I took a term of folklore last year, and now I’m playing with it. In an homage to Ursula Vernon’s Digger, I stuck a minor deity into my trollish pantheon named Surka the Small, and I’m now writing some silly stuff on how folklorists would probably respond to the idea of seven-foot-tall, hairy, betusked wodges of muscle having a normal-sized shrew as their trickster god. When these poor students of the field discover that for some reason Surka the Small is also in stories found in completely diverse species communities all over the world, their heads will explode. Thank goodness they’re all fictitious.

Speaking of fiction, I’ve been considering whether to use NaNoWriMo* as some kind of starting point for me, because dammit I’m a slow writer sometimes. I have been astonishingly prolific lately, but it had nothing to do with the time of year—I’m just getting into it again. Granted, my idea of getting into it is typing a page in one story, typing another page in another, and then writing some random vignette that may eventually make it into a story, but is probably doomed to just sit around being totally inexplicable to anyone who isn’t me.** But hey, it’s some kind of progress.

In other news, apparently there’s one more thing I need to fear if I go to Kenya, and that is pirates. Pirates with grenade launchers. They’re probably not the fun kind of pirate, either, or even the historically accurate kind that were sort of fun, but also could be total bastards and probably didn’t smell all that great and would probably eat parrots. The romantic, or even the just comical, ideas of pirates make me wonder sometimes what the hell terrorists are going to look like in a few hundred years. Sure, terrorists don’t seem quite as fun to pretend to be to me, but did piracy seem all that fun back when they were doing it? Or how about cowboys, or ninjas, or any of those things kids play back before they know about political correctness and historical accuracy? Will there be a bunch of ill-informed kids in bathrobes in the 2200s, waving their little stick Uzis and yelling nonsense syllables in some bizarre, cheerful caricature of our current bunch of psychotic bastards?

(I realize that there are probably many complicated political, social, and psychological reasons for terrorism, but no matter what the processes of creating a terrorist, s/he still comes off as a psychotic bastard. I suppose that my firm belief that humanity is not so much good or bad as it is human should extend to thinking that terrorists may have some good points, but I have yet to find evidence of them. I also think that my idea of humanity is a sort of average out of all the human traits, and terrorists seem to be made up largely of individuals with the really awful ones.)

Or maybe I’m just slightly loopy tonight.

I feel like a giant side effect. I’m definitely going to demand that Dr. Psychiatrist look into getting me a nice, small, daily dose of goddam Effexor, cuz this every other day bullshit is just too confounding.

*National Novel Writing Month, for those of you who don’t frequent the bits of the internet where this is important

**And probably in a few years’ time even I won’t know what the deuce I was going on about.