In Which Your Humble Blogger actually sat in front of one city pretty much directly, but that's probably not the reason for the loss.
In Which Your Humble Blogger supposes that there was only enough room on the shop's bar code label for 37 characters, not 38, but really, that e is silent, so why wouldn't you leave it off?
In Which Your Humble Blogger did get to playtest a boardgame recently and suggest new rules, which was awesome.
In Which Your Humble Blogger assures Gentle Readers that this is the American English usage, and appears to refer to trousers of dungaree denim.
In Which Your Humble Blogger probably doesn't violate anyone's copyright or anything.
In Which Your Humble Blogger could have gone into an extended rant about the rules book calling them 'riddles' when they are in fact not riddles but puzzles, but it's unclear how that rant would improve anyone's enjoyment, either of the game or the blog.
In Which Your Humble Blogger should probably have done less sneaking and more shooting.
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.
