In Which Your Humble Blogger still believes (quoting Colin McEnroe again) that if there’s an elixir, some potion we can drink, it’s almost certainly love.
In Which Your Humble Blogger starts to muddle through.
In Which Your Humble Blogger doesn't get trampled quite enough.
In Which Your Humble Blogger believes that the concept and phrasing of the Maximum Fun Quotient antedates the Mood and Feelings Questionnaire both not the Modern Folk Quartet.
In Which Your Humble Blogger is frightened.
In Which Your Humble Blogger wonders where in the spectrum between nothingburger and shitburger one would find, say, a schmuckburger.
In Which Your Humble Blogger leaves out the probably irrelevant information that Zymon lived in Fremont for a couple of years, back in the nineties, working for an Israeli company on an H-1B visa. They were doing something Y2K related, although Zalmon had the impression that it was a front for Mossad. He never saw anything, mind you, and he figured it was better not to know, so when the contract was up, he went home.
In Which Your Humble Blogger spells it with eight hs, whereas last time it was eight as. Which is correct?
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In Which Your Humble Blogger can't hear you with this organic pesticide-free fair-trade banana in his ear.
In Which Your Humble Blogger connects the dots one-two-three-four-five. Look, it's a ship!