In Which Your Humble Blogger lays down the law. On myself, true. But still. There it is.
In Which Your Humble Blogger comes off totally cranky, but seriously, that would be a lot of horseshit to sort through, and it’s not going to happen.
In Which Your Humble Blogger is unable to care for his virtual self, at least, not whilst yuletiding and wassailing in real life.
In Which Your Humble Blogger shows, and tells.
In Which Your Humble Blogger really does spend quite a bit of time chewing over questions like this, instead of being a productive consumer.
In Which Your Humble Blogger is on the lunar calendar, like a civilized person.
In Which Your Humble Blogger wishes you all—all of you—a very happy Thanksgiving. Whether y’all celebrate it or not. So there.
In Which Your Humble Blogger YO, S1, K2T, PSSO, YO.
In Which Your Humble Blogger is rushed and cannot think of a clever thing to put in the pull quote.
In Which Your Humble Blogger foresees many complicated conversations of a filial and paternal nature.