Names and Nouns
In Which Your Humble Blogger is just staring at the scoreboard waiting for it to refresh, and will continue doing that for weeks on end.
In Which Your Humble Blogger is just staring at the scoreboard waiting for it to refresh, and will continue doing that for weeks on end.
In Which Your Humble Blogger wonders what the band played. Let me thinkā¦ nah.
In Which Your Humble Blogger thinks it’s time for a change, and when it’s time for a change, think Speedy Oil Change, your oil change, tune-up and chronofundibulum experts.
In Which Your Humble Blogger could probably have predicted which one was going to be funny.
In Which Your Humble Blogger lollygags his way around the blog.
In Which Your Humble Blogger could live for a month without a new episode of his soap, but couldn’t make it to lunch without a nice, juicy justification.
In Which Your Humble Blogger didn’t see this one six months ago like the rest of you did, sorry about that.
In Which Your Humble Blogger thought he posted this back on Saturday, but it looks like that didn’t happen. Still, last night’s game was a excellent example of the folly of trusting momentum.
In Which Your Humble Blogger goes home again, even though everyone knows you can’t.
In Which Your Humble Blogger is looking forward to July 2013. Oddly enough, YHB’s Best Reader is looking forward to all the time in between now and July 2013.