The anatomical juxtaposition of your average Democrat's orbicularis oris muscles in a state of contraction against my gluteus maximus.

I was walking around the neighborhood last evening.  The weather was perfect. I was listening to a broadcast of the Cubs game on my iPod. Ideas for post topics sprang to my mind.  I composed the basic outline of a few while I walked. A whole week's worth of good stuff was swirling and composing itself into brilliant, Hemingwayesque sentences in my brain.

Then I slept.

Instead of brilliance you get a post about not writing a post.