Thar she blows!

In Which Your Humble Blogger is unlikely to change the context, which is that of a grey-haired bow-tied library clerk peering through spectacles at a nineteen-year-old woman with 'airmail' written across her ass. (Read it...)

Malvolio Production Diary: Bits and Bobs

In Which Your Humble Blogger isn't actually very good at describing physical bits, and has given up on waiting for video which may or may not exist. (Read it...)

About Last Night

In Which Your Humble Blogger has used that title before. Pretty sure. I suppose I could check. (Read it...)

No-one's gonna get their kicks tonight

In Which Your Humble Blogger also thinks that an emphasis on this being only the first of three will remind journos and pundits of their suspicion that he might not show up for the others. (Read it...)

Bi Visibility Day (or, Woke's No Joke)

In Which Your Humble Blogger has eyes to see with, and eyelids to prop open. (Read it...)

Minds Made Up

In Which Your Humble Blogger would totally have already voted, if Connecticut allowed it. (Read it...)

Giants Baseball, from May to August (and then some)

In Which Your Humble Blogger never thought they were quite that good, but thinks they probably really are this bad. (Read it...)

Book Report: Five Children on the Western Front

In Which Your Humble Blogger wept a bit, which felt good. (Read it...)

Book Report: The Librarian

In Which Your Humble Blogger was lent the book because of this place of employment by someone who doesn't really know about this Tohu Bohu and its erstwhile focus on Scriptural analysis. (Read it...)

Two Great Myths

In Which Your Humble Blogger knows that most people would deny this stuff, which it would certainly be easier to do. (Read it...)

Book Reports: The Just City and Children of Earth and Sky

In Which Your Humble Blogger can, too, post two book reports in one note, so there. Actual real essayists do that sort of thing all the time. (Read it...)

Lady Blueskirt's Seventh Husband

In Which Your Humble Blogger is also reminded of the Monty Python skit about the milkmen, of course. (Read it...)

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