Spring!
In Which Your Humble Blogger is named Death, the Destroyer of Weeds
Category: navel gazing
The Death
In Which Your Humble Blogger hopes that writing about a thing will lead to clearer thoughts about it. Didn’t work. Ah, well. Sometimes it does.
Please Wait
In Which Your Humble Blogger blogs a blog about not blogging the blog, because of the blogging blog-blog blog.
Who am I now?
In Which Your Humble Blogger didn’t actually write those notes about the cricket, so you don’t have to actually read them. So that‘s all right.
Baaaaaaah.
In Which Your Humble Blogger draws a bow at a venture.
Sixteen Lines: 81.25% finished
In Which Your Humble Blogger avoids the bad-luck word.
Sorry, nothing happening here
In Which Your Humble Blogger just kinda rambles a bit and then drifts off… anybody see any good movies lately?
Suddenly here, now gone!
In Which Your Humble Blogger should probably just fix it, but now I am enchanted by the spelling of whatsowever, and am going to leave it, so there.
A Play
In Which Your Humble Blogger is coy, and invites your opinion about this whole pseudonym thing.
An Audition Monologue, digression
In Which Your Humble Blogger goes this way and that way, goes this way and that way, goes this way and that.