Once upon a time there was a post...

I wish I had something witty and hilarious, or wrenching and thought-provoking to say; something that would draw you all in and grip your emotions or tickle your funny bones and make you want to read more, more, more. But if I did, and if you wanted more, then I'd be compelled to write yet more, more, more. And while I'd love to ... at a certain level I'm just too tired to compete with myself that way.

Just now, as I was editing what must certainly have been that one scintillating post, my Littlest Eclectic crawled under the desk and cut the power to e v e r y t h i n g. My computer is probably smart enough to have saved it all somewhere, but I'm a technological cretin and can't be bothered to hunt it down.

So you're stuck with this drivel. Stream of consciousness without benefit of halucinogens. Unless of course you have some, in which event I'd advise you -- as your lawyer of course -- to partake of them immediately. It will make this whole ordeal, I mean, post, much more entertaining!