Thursday, July 24, 2003

Hear me now, gentle reader, as I lay before you the fruits of my weeklong hajj. The question of the new millennium, then:

To Erasmus or Erasmusn’t?

This question came down from the mountain as I ate genetically engineered grapes in great quantity. I’d just polished off a bowl of organic grapes, you see, but the grapes nurtured by Mother Labcoat’s hand simply tasted better. Perhaps it’s the gargantuan size of the berries or the stat-defying percentage of unblemished fruit, I don’t know.

I may conclude, then, that the penultimate paragraph from yesterday’s post is, as they say in the business, a crock of steaming dookie. So what did I really do with my time? I invested it in more than a thousand pages of Tolkien, that’s what I did. And when I finished the text proper, I proceeded to delve into the Appendices of Middle Earth with aplomb. Aren’t you proud of me, Whimsy? That said, I shall not be learning Elvish, nor will I be attending any Lord of the Rings conventions.