Nattering About Nothing

How about a nice natter? Tête-à-tête? Chit Chat? Yeah, I feel like a nice long blather about nothing in particular. Why not? It’s been a while, after all, hasn’t it? I’ve been good. I’ve written scads of poems and had my share of posts with a point; but honestly, sometimes we all just need to kick back (hypothetically speaking), relax, and let off a little steam. (Don’t we?) In my case, that means just having a nice, pointless prattle about nothing in particular, see how many topics I can bounce over, like Marlin and Dori playing amongst the jellies, dude. (that’s one!) After all, I am the one who once wrote a ten page, hand-written, front and back sided letter to a friend about absolutely nothing at all and I quite honestly could have made it twenty, but I didn’t want to pay that much extra postage. My friend, to say the least, was relieved!

So here I am and there you are, perhaps with a coffee or tea at the ready, or a Mt. Dew, or if you’re me, (which of course you aren’t because then who would I be,) some Chai, about to embark upon an intrepid voyage into the unknown. ( These are the voyages, after all…) (that’s two) You may want to fasten your seatbelt, or secure the lap bar tightly, because, to be quite honest, it could get a touch bumpy. Nope, nothing in particular on my mind, outside of the need for a smile, a giggle, and the sense that I might, maybe, just possibly, bring a smile (or at the very least, that frequently present perplexed expression) to your face. I have that effect, really.
Indubitably, my dear Watson (that’s three!), you might, by this point, be wondering why you are even reading this; where I’m going, what my intentions are, but since “there are no perfect men (or women) in this world, only perfect intentions” (that’s four), I don’t need an actual reason or intention tonight, do I? Sometimes the best conversations occur when neither of you have anything to say; it makes you think on your feet a bit, (or off of them, depending on your perspective). Sometimes it’s simply fun to climb the beanstalk and see where it takes you (yep, that’s five) (Keep up, do!)

So when was the last time you had a nice natter, either with someone or with yourself, (which is perfectly acceptable, provided you don’t wind up in an argument with yourself!) (because if you did end up arguing with yourself you might be channeling Hamlet) (uh, huh, that’s six! And of course you knew I had to sneak Hamlet in there somewhere, didn’t you?) or the Mad Hatter ( Seven!) which, if you are already enjoying a cup of tea (or a dish of tea, depending on your location and the year in which you find yourself) might be providential (being the Mad Hatter) ( thought I’d take you back around to that one, since I’m beginning to go round the houses a bit).

I should also probably apologize, because it’s quite possible that you are reading this somewhat early in the morning, (again, dependant upon your locale) and if you have just recently gazed upon those “envious streaks that Do lace the severing clouds in yonder east” (You betcha, Eight!) then this post might be a bit more than just “wild and whirling words” ( OH! I’m on a roll!) You might still have a bit of sleep rattling around in your brain, you might be wondering what the Harry Potter (ok that one was obvious, but Nine, nonetheless) is going on. “Fortunately I know how to counter (this conundrum): The man (or woman) who did the waking buys the man(/woman) who was sleeping a drink; and then the man(/woman) who was sleeping drinks it while listening to a proposition from the man(or woman) who did the waking. (I just had to! Ten!)

At this point you may want to concede the fact that I’m exceptionally gifted at saying nothing in particular, lest you give me fair reason to blather on for another nine pages (this being only one page on Word, after all). (Either that or you may try to steal my laptop so I can’t type anymore) But since “You cannot take from me anything that I will more willing part withal” (had to sneak one more Hamlet reference in, before I hit the road, Jack) (Eleven and Twelve, by the by) I will Zip the Lip (rather like Sid the Sloth?)(Does that count as Thirteen?) and leave you in some semblance of peace and quiet so you can collect your thoughts and try to figure out what it is that I’ve just said, (if you can) But before I do, I should like to leave you with this final thought.

http://www.hark.com/clips/vvnmcrqggt-i-dont-know-what-youre-saying

~Morgan~

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