User:Nallukka
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[edit]Hi, there! You've reached the mostly silent wiki-home of Nallukka aka nalle. Most of what I write goes into research journals and textbooks and patient charts if that counts, but if I am interested in something and -don't- see it on here (with one exception, see below), I'll do the same thing I do for anything else and FIND it, even if I have to scramble one of my not-great other language skills. I've lived in the US and Europe alike but generally prefer American English because it's more globally common in everything from literature translations to science publications (yes, we do use metric there, even at universities in North America where there are just too many ways of calling something an ounce, etc). Besides, I decided living in x dead man's borough seemed silly when I could get the point across adding 3 less letters. Same for flavoring, not flavouring, til I'm favoring, not favouring, then savoring, not savouring, the food I clearly need a bit of as I'm writing from my gut in the most literal sense. I should go have ice cream for breakfast. I'm well over 40. I get to choose my risks. I choose ice cream, not alcohol, and a cat, not cigarettes and such, for stress relief that is sometimes stressful.
(*That one exception: I have probably seen a total of 2.18 minutes of the Toby Turner fellow I expanded an article of and don't remember anything but an orange with a human face's features overlaid on it-and I remember that because a friend of mine was some sort of fruit because indeed that friend of mine, a grown ass middle aged friend, threw blue paint all over his face and suddenly was acting 3... then again, that particular middle aged man reverts to age 3 a decent handful of the time, or so says his wife. I still don't know who the people linked on my profile are except for Tom Waits. I just let my brain do some data processing and ta-da, friend happy, tantrum of the terrible 3 [plus 53] averted.)
In any case, I was asked the dangerous "Can you..." question and went down a rabbit hole I care nothing about and let myself forget soon thereafter. Tom Waits, though... that. is. love. Well, sometimes. Love, despair, chaos, harmony, the devil and cthulu having sex in your dream and you having sleep paralysis and unable to get away from the appendages and ashy fiery blackness of hell itself... all of it and more aka humanity. So is Bjork. I'm a weird 80 year old in an 8 year old body... I've since turned into a weird middle aged kid.
In other words, however you got here, it's probably wise to ignore me. I don't mean to hurt the feelings of anyone, but I'm REALLY not one to check for notifications here or there (and my emails probably total 6#s strung together in count, so... yeah, not touching THAT).
I'll leave you with something to smile about... unless you're a MONSTER.
