...pointless, pointless...

Why, you ask, oh why, Eric Arvin of the Southern Indiana Arvins (not to be confused with the Southern Illinois Arvins: assholery), have you not written anything in this, your fine blog lately? Not even a 'One Good Thing.'

Well, I'll tell you. I am lacking what artists call a certain inspiration. That's right. I am waiting to be inspired by some star or word bird before I crowd your eyes - nay! - your minds with pointless rhetoric and goings-ons. If there is no point to it, then why write it at all.

What, this? This little piece of blog leftover? This isn't inspiration. This is me searching for it. Sifting. Wading, if you will. And too, I always think it a good idea to separate my beefy men on here with at least a little something else. I don't want them getting too friendly with one another. They might get in a fight, or fall in love, and make me jealous.

What was my point here? And I mean that in a larger esoteric sense.