Declamation

As it is my aliment to do so, I will, firstly, justify the future, now, by declaiming myself as unoriginal and slightly contrived. Secondly, I will enumerate that the following two rants are in production, in the darkest recesses of my mind—which is forever bubbling with angry juices—and will come to fruition . . . Well, whenever.
1. A Low-Sugar, Low-Fat, Low-Carb, Pro-Ana America.
2. Violence in Video Games and the Media (Never Been Done Before).

Also, I am aware I noted that there would be a third picture in that Hallmark series of greetings; however, it will arrive at an indeterminate point in time when I can sit down and contemplate what to do for it. I have two options, which would see like the symptom of a simple matter, but one would be so mistake to diagnose it so prematurely—the prognosis hinges, as it were, on my nature as a procrastinating bastard.

See Also: Plans In Development For A Blog Expansion of Sorts.

I feel wordy, oh-so-wordy, I feel wordy, and witty, and gay.