A friend of mine once said:
-I should loose some weight, cuz I'd like to be "handschome".
-You mean "handsome"? I asked, nonplused.
-No, "handschome", he insisted. That is, not handsome, but as goodlooking as it is possible for me to be. That is what "handschome" means.
-Ah, OK, I said. And why this sudden interest in your looks?
-Well, he said, because then I might get a "schexlife".
And the morals of all this is that while someone who willingly embarks in AAR-writing does clearly not posess a life as we know it, he (or it) might still ocassionally engage in some life-resembling activities wich might temporarily interfere with his writing before he returns to his normal state of un-life.
So, I might stray, but I will always return to my dark master - the keyboard.
So much for the excusche.
Working on the Moscow offensive as of now.