And the best of plans.  And plots and designs.  And intentions and purposes.  And all that other stuff. . .

I can think of no reason my marvelous schemin’ should ever be forgot.

Or some other blasé nod to some other movie or some such.  Or whatever.

Are you confused yet?

Anyway, I had many a plan for regaling you with magnificent tales of kitties, kiboshed commitments, quelled conundrums, capricious commentary, capitalistic cares, concerned and creative conceptions, camaraderie, and an overkill of kit heretofore kindly considered inconsequential yet curiously competent of capably committing your interest to courteous concentration and consideration.

Ah, but careful contemplation of such compulsory cravings offers not quite the eloquent expression of evocative communication my commanding mind considered adequate to quench the most covetous of creatures.

So consent to this unique conception: I’m too busy to offer more than this silly and senseless stub of spirited synaptic satisfaction.

Perhaps another day. . .