Look out of any window, any morning, any evening, any day,

MAYBE THE SUN IS SHINING...

Haven't got time for Jack Shit nowadays, you may have noticed - haven't been blogging.

Now there's a semantic puzzle, I HAVEN'T got time for Jack Shit OR I've GOT time for Jack Shit? What it means is I'm fucking BUSY-O. Especially with reading, I'm still ploughing through Aristotle (who was, as we know, a bugger for the bottle, Emanuel Kant was a real pissant and René Descartes was a drunken fart - I Drink Therefore I AM!)

THE NIGHTS are arriving earlier down here in the South of Brazil, right now it's 18.30 and dark already and a chill in the air.

Reading Narn i Hîn Húrin for the umpth time, after 8 years or so, I've noticed a huge gap in the story; one moment he's living with Mîm the Dwarf in Bar-en-Danwedh next he's back at Dor-lómin, searching for his mum and sister. The complete text can be found in The Silmarillion, though the Unfinished Tales version is longer and more detailed, The Silmarillion version has the whole story and doesn't leave any doubts such as the killing of Beleg Strongbow.

LOTS OF harmatia and peripeteia I can extract from that to get my final paper done.


TERRIBLY EXCITING blogging tonight what?
I have to go out and drink beer.