Only Seventeen More Shopping Days ’til Beethoven’s Birthday
In Which Your Humble Blogger suddenly wonders.
Category: navel gazing
Thanks, thanks, thanks
In Which Your Humble Blogger only had three glasses, or perhaps four, with lots of food to absorb it, but I’m also really really tired.
Not a Book Report, go elsewhere
In Which Your Humble Blogger responds without responding to people who comment without commenting.
Looking Down
Your Humble Blogger exposes himself, as it were.
Walk away and come back to it later
In which Your Humble Blogger should have known that ‘down maker’ was ‘eider’, right, even if I was blanking on Sergio Leone’s last name?
For the Sake of Zion, vaddevah dat means
In Which Your Humble Blogger is ambivalent, about many things, although not about the Perfect Non-Reader, who is wonderful beyond description.
Avarice, Anger, Sloth, Gluttony, Secrecy, Mink and Palmer
In Which Your Humble Blogger is all whatsit, and then, you know, distracted, and I know there was some, if you will, content, to the whole, what’y’call, and so on.
The first spot on the Anti-Monopoly board
In Which Your Humble Blogger shrugs his shoulders, throws up his hands, and shakes his shaky head.
Grass or Greens?
In Which Your Humble Blogger did lose all the tomatoes to the Blight, but that won’t happen next year, will it?
5K!
In Which Your Humble Blogger attempts to express his gratitude and pleasure, and quietly hopes for another gang of five soon.