Category: Book Report

In Which Your Humble Blogger is still a dozen books behind. I mean. Isn’t there somebody out there I can blame for this? Charlie Rangel? Brian Sabean? Prydwen Elfed-Owens?

In Which Your Humble Blogger wonders if you can tell he’s been on the road all week, and just stacked up some book reports to keep this Tohu Bohu looking like it was still breathing.

In Which Your Humble Blogger talks about two different things.

In Which Your Humble Blogger is amazed, simply amazed at the quantity of different P&P spinoffs, sequels, parodies and ancillary consumer products available in the local bookstore.

In Which Your Humble Blogger makes a note and moves on.

In Which Your Humble Blogger calls it a trilogy.

In Which Your Humble Blogger enjoys himself, actually.

In Which Your Humble Blogger strikes his forehead with his hand! How could I have been so blind!

In Which Your Humble Blogger, as a middle-aged married man, somehow doesn’t find the cuckolding of middle-aged husbands to be inherently funny. I mean, not inherently. It can be funny, if it’s, you know, funny.