Inane Dribble... thank you Mr. Alcombright

So I wanted to make a blog about nothing, and we can leave our Seinfeld references at the door. The idea is that I spend far too much time thinking far too much about far too idiotic subject matter. Mostly when I have nothing fabulous to occupy my mind. I thought that if I could get some of this crap out of me, I might actually come up with something interesting, if completely devoid of value. In this manner, I spent far too much time thinking about a title for the blog. Things like "Depository of Miscellany" and "Dissertations on the Random" came to mind, but eventually in the vast and pointless collection of facts and memories I store in my brain I uncovered something Mr. Alcombright, my fifth grade teacher, used to say when his pupils (myself in particular) inevitably said something stupid: that we were spewing "inane dribble." I have no idea why I've been holding on to that for all this time, but it's come in handy here. When the book based on the blog is finally released and I become the rich and famous writer I've always dreamed of, Mr. Alcombright will surely be riding the very top of the Acknowledgments. Anyways, expect some completely worthless reading soon!