Titles require extraneous thought

You know what grinds my gears? Titles. Yes, titles. I mean, you put enough effort into thinking of the content, and you just want to get on with it and not pause to think of some funny or witty title and in the meantime lose your train of thought for the paper or webpage or what have you. See, I just forgot what I was going to say because I went off on the stupid title thing.

I realized just now that my last post, after review, is rather feminine. No, I do not eat a lot of chocolate, nor is chocolate itself what I meant to tout. Rather, it is Jamba Juice that is one of the good things in this world. That chocolate drink or shake or smoothie or whatever you call it might as well be strawberry or mango or wheatgrass. I'm probably gaining much of a dedicated readership with all this nonsense, but oh well. Six days and I embark on a 17 hour flight. That's right. I said 17 hours. In the air. And I don't sleep on planes. And Scott, which part did you find shallow?

Alexander de Nordville