I will immediately answer the question of where I disappeared for a whole year: I did not disappear anywhere. I am quietly living my life, even if it has changed a little lately, and all sorts of diary-ish thoughts keep getting smaller and smaller until they go straight to Twitter. And for technical things I have a separate place, so I do not tire you with topics that are interesting to very few people. Although that works well enough, I still miss you. After all, so many spears were broken in the comments in my feed, or maybe in yours, friends. Tense holy wars, talks about life, just chatter: all of that was very cool, and I miss it. But I remember such things less and less often.
So, what is new with me?
I grew a beard. A beard is cool. You can, of course, argue with me if you want, but this is a fact. It sometimes gets a little in the way of kissing, but the rest of the time it is warm and cozy; you can tug at it thoughtfully, stroke it, even comb it; in short, a very useful thing. I also grew out my mane, but it has to be tamed with a hair tie into a tail: my hair categorically refuses to obey me the nice way, so I have to do it the not-nice way. But sometimes I let it go for a walk.
I have completely stopped taking part in holy wars on the internet. Yes, it is fun, yes, it is amusing, but it takes such a huge amount of time that, unfortunately, I no longer have. I remember how, about three years ago, we argued with someone about yet another worldview topic. I had just started working full-time then, would come home and… kill half the evening composing a coherent reply. I did not last very long. There are many more interesting things to do for entertainment: trolling, for example.
I also moved to Moscow, to Krylatskoye, and I am very glad about it. There is greenery on three sides, the metro is close at hand, and there is a panoramic view of the forest park. You can forget about traffic jams on Mozhayka, overcrowded stuffy commuter trains and all kinds of railway stations, alcoholic neighbors and everything else so familiar but already tiresome. Your own home, even if only conditionally your own, is still a fortress. From April to the end of November I rode to work on my own two wheels, by bicycle. One way is about 15-20 kilometers; I put in thousands of kilometers over the year. Wind in the face, heavy metal in the ears: before this year I had never enjoyed the road so much.
In short, I am always somewhere around here. Maybe I will tell something else soon.