Ranger's Ramblings: In which my muse jumps the shark and leaves my followers in a state of boredom.

I find myself sitting here, laptop in my...lap, wii-mote in hand, and with a brain completely out of ideas. As my much more creative friend Elizabeth (Best known for her fangirlish obsessions with Leonard Nimoy) would say my brain gears have sputtered and died.  
It really is an accurate representation for most cases, although, in this case, I find it inadequate, for it is more like a calcified buildup has accumulated and lodged itself into one of those gears suddenly, causing not a slow decline of creativity, but instead, a sudden jolt that has the power to swiftly remove from me any sense of wittiness and tact in the way of wordplay.  

Creativity is a funny thing, when you wish it to be there, it seems to fly out of the window in a most taunting manner, blowing raspberries as it nonchalantly waltzes out of sight, whereas when it is most needed, it assumes the role of a weary therapist that is now simply going through the long since memorized motions associated with each patient and his/her corresponding session.

I often wonder why people bring laptops to coffee houses. You have to wonder if they are typing simply to give the impression that they are supreme intellectual beings from the brain-filled overworld.
If this is true, you cannot help but wonder what they are writing.     In my headbrain, the result most likely resembles this.

I am fully aware of the fact that many of you will pitch little hissy fits in the comments saying that you and many others resort to these establishments as a source of inspiration.... I find that that absolutely strange. You have Wal-Marts, no?

-Ranger :3