As I came back from my lunchbreak today, I thought of something that would give my blog a little more pizzaz. But by the time I ran through the rain, trying to stay dry (it didn’t work), I forgot what my idea was exactly. (Cleverness, however, is more than simply spiking cookies with ex-lax. Deviously clever, I knew I’d persevere somehow. Even if it meant writing a post on giving my own post a self-referential shiv!)
Forget all that for a moment, although I’m sure I don’t need to tell you. Great cleverness is better than that! Hence, this post with its lovely words. I could tell you exactly what’s going on with it, but that would spoil it–and besides, then I’d have to remember! Just persevere through it, as if you were heading to the hoop like Shaq. Keep thinking deep. Looking for the obvious simply won’t do.
Meanwhile, I’ll pretend that I have a point to this dreaded omen. (Not really, though others might disagree if you were to ask them.) Okay, this post really came about because I spoke with Travis about Stephen King and Umberto Eco earlier, and this is but a continuation of that still.
Perhaps I could let you in on it, but first I want Travis to look. Quietly, we doth wait for the TAJ. :-)
Really, it’s not that difficult, even if you don’t know the first four digits of pi. Supposedly, that would help, but in reality it would not help enough. Therefore, I maintain that you need no mountain, for a molehill is sufficiently big. Unless you’re insistent, but that’s beyond what I’m qualified to speak of.
Very soon we come toward the ending, see? What happens next, or should we say what already did? Xanax might prove the ex-lax to be naught but ad-hoc. Yet perhaps there is more to it than that, if this post really be superb. Zounds, Travis, will I be forced to conclude this in abstentia?
