I am half-assedly working on my Historical and Comparative Linguistics paper. It’s on how Modern Breton is not a descendant of ancient Gaulish. I wanted to do a paper on the evolution of the Elvish languages, particularly Quenya, but Sean said that, although they are linguistically valid, they might have a history that’s a little too convenient.
So now I’m stuck proving that François Falc’hun was a nutcase.
Unfortunately, there’s very little actual linguistic data out there, so I’m going to have a hard time writing anything really conclusive. I really, really am not enjoying this paper, which is probably why I’ve procrastinated on it so much. The rough draft is due tomorrow.
Did I work on it this weekend? No, I played with oraclebot and ate good food. Did I work on it this afternoon? No, I played on my computer and took a nap. Did I work on it tonight? Barely, I surfed the Net and cleaned my keyboard. Will I work on it tomorrow? Yes, because I’m going to watch 24 now instead of finishing my work.
What. An. Idiot.
“Shelob’s Lair” from The Lord Of The Rings – The Return Of The King by Howard Shore