Quod erat demonstrandum

Is it narcissistic to think that the world would be all the more boring were it not to contain the nauseating yapping of trivialities that is one's voice? To what end is all this constandt hum-drum that is the ceaseless, and continuious banter that pours forth like an unquenchable deluge? What good dost this my voluminous yet meaningless rant? What poeple have I saved? What minds have I caused to pause to think? What evils have I thwarted with some rightly-timed discourse? None that I can think of and certainly equal is the same in my recent remembrance. So what, therefore, I ask you, is the point of being such an insanely ascerbic smart-arse? If you have the answer to this question for the ages, please feel free to file it under G and call 1-800-U-BUGGER.

Now that the momentary self-question cloud has blown past, I'm right as rain again and ready to spew out vast and infinitely worthless drivel to all and sundry. Hey, are you busy? I've got lots to say, neverminf your not wanting to hear any of it. When a mind as mind is filled with all sorts of worthless claptrap from years of studying and reading encyclopaedias as a child, I've got to have some place to deposit some of it. No? Damn.

Hey, you there, boy have I got some talking for you...