Enterprises of great pitch and moment

It turns out that I've been staring at this blinking cursor for about ten minutes, trying to remember what it was I planned to write about this afternoon.  Whilst wandering about Super Target (which is, in fact, quite super), trying not to spend a million dollars on birthday presents for my soon-to-be one-year-old niece - she is already getting books, a Little People car, and some loud, ball-popping contraption that looks like a helluva lot of fun for her and a nightmare for her parents, but hey, we all must suffer in this regard - I had some great idea that I thought I'd expound upon in this space and alas, nothing.  Notice that this does not prevent me from posting anyway, wasting your time to read this far (given that you still are), and babbling ever onward, if only to prove that verbosity is underrated.

Random thought: I love apple butter.  

I'm watching the news, and I have to say that I am not a sports person - I hate football, but the rest of it us just of no particular interest to me.  No judgment, but damn!  Why do they interview these people?  What's-his-name Iverson from the Nuggets may play great basketball but he is a perfect moron, incapable of even the most basic coherent sentences.  And I love to listen to them talk strategy and such when they're playing a game.  It's not battle, not economic mergers, legislative acts, or even politics, but a game.  And clearly this fellow (and apparently many of his teammates) have skills to play said game, but that's it; it may be lucrative, but why do I have to suffer this fool on my evening news?

Okay.  That was my feeble attempt at something to say, and it wasn't even all that revelatory or particularly interesting.  Ah well.  I still sound better than that guy.