As harsh as I was in a former post about Rosetta Stone Language Learning, I have to say I will miss it when I’m done. Even with all its problems, it is one of very few programs that you can study consistently for long periods of time, working a little each day. Over the last semester, I’ve kind of bonded with the Rosetta Stone “cast”—although there are thousands of images (most of which resemble stock photos from an absurdly tidy American neighborhood), there are only about 100-200 “characters.”
Some individuals are one-time “cameos” (like the hot Mediterranean-looking guy who, unfortunately, only bids “До свидания” with a rakish tip of his hat), but others pop up more or less consistently. Consistently enough that, when I got bored, I would come up with little stories about the dysfunctionalities teeming just below the surface. My favorite was the overbearing Asian mother, standing over her daughters and giving them the third degree about what subjects they’re studying at school this week. Or the skanky young stepmom, trying to get into the stepkids’ good graces by shamelessly buying them chocolate left and right.
Apparently, Rosetta Stone’s famous Farm Boy ad spawned a truly bizarre official fanfic page on their site. Let’s keep our fingers crossed that Rosetta Stone soon branches out into polyglot soap operas. Because God knows TV series can only get better from here.