In Which Your Humble Blogger played Barrymore's ghost, in the past.
In Which Your Humble Blogger has a point, but really, just, y'know, don't be an asshole.
In Which Your Humble Blogger is disappointed and afraid and has no sense at all of where to go from here.
In Which Your Humble Blogger thinks this probably connects to the variation-within/variation-between misconception, but it's not immediately obvious how.
In Which Your Humble Blogger rambles for a while, parleyvoo; Your Humble Blogger rambles for a while, parleyvoo; Your Humble Blogger rambles for a while and then asks for your input on an important question, hinky-dinky-parleyvoo.
In Which Your Humble Blogger would also enjoy your recommendations, Gentle Reader, if you have ’em.
In Which Your Humble Blogger got a feeling called the bloo-oo-oos, and is nobody's sugar daddy now.
In Which Your Humble Blogger loves the theater, and the charming people in it.
In Which Your Humble Blogger believes in the rule of law, at least aspirationally, y'know?
In Which Your Humble Blogger announces a new project and seeks advice, support and consultation.
