For reasons we won't get into, one of my new year's resolutions is going to be to learn to play the ukulele.
I have today somehow, just about, managed to fumble my way through a rendition of Oh My Darling Clementine, complete with chord changes,
I mean, it involved swapping from a one-fingered chord to a three-fingered one, and the one thing I learned from trying to play guitar is that my brain and my fingers don't see eye to eye, so the fact I managed it at all is the thing that made me happiest.
Don't think I'll ever be Jake Shimabukuro though.
Oh and I think the paltrygeist is back, just in time for the new year.
Asexual, aromantic, and transmasc non-binary. No, I have no idea how I ended up writing romance either.