Incoherently Epic.

Being commissioned to procure words in a wordly manner to supplement or, dare I say, compliment this sorry excuse for Internet literature, I find myself unable to come up with a probable, possible, or even likable story, thought, or dithering diatribe that I could spew so forth like the verbal excrement that it would inevitably be. While this situation is unfortunate, it does give me a chance to dust off my writing skills and pretend that the vast majority of what I write makes sense.

So, as I sit here in my dilapidated chair, overweight dog snoring ever so gently in the background, I find myself compelled to put these words to artificial paper. All of this is happening concurrently with my realization that Grady's first post's first paragraph was one sentence and mine is two. The amount of disappointment in myself is staggering, causing me to weep. And by weep, I mean rant.

Yes, I do realize that I have been rambling on about nothing, managing to say absolutely nothing of worth, and thoroughly wasting your time, but hey, it's the Internet!

Would you honestly expect anything less?

P.S. I promise the next one will have something more akin to substance.