Back
In Which Your Humble Blogger returns, with the technical ability to post, if not the discipline.
Category: navel gazing
Two Thousand and One, a Blog Oddysey
In Which Your Humble Blogger celebrates himself and sings himself, and then kisses himself. Mwah!
An Apology
In Which Your Humble Blogger is even more humble than usual.
Ice Ice Baby
In Which Your Humble Blogger asks a very specific question about a general matter.
Still working
yingIn Which Your Humble Blogger just noticed that this auto-save feature moves the curser to the beginning of the field, which is kinda anno
Please Stand By
In Which Your Humble Blogger goes fourth.
Shoe shoe shoe, baby, don’t cry baby
In Which Your Humble Blogger was wondering if Our Only President is going bald. I mean, that was my first thought, in those pictures. Lots of forehead. Much more than he used to have. Good. Baldy.
State of the Blog
In Which Your Humble Blogger goes on about something, I wasn’t really listening.
Thanks
In Which Your Humble Blogger hasn’t got ’em, and wouldn’t smoke ’em if he did, but if you do, go ahead.
Mustela erminea, or the weasel with the raggedy tail
In Which Your Humble Blogger talks about things, which have, it seems, an essential thing-ness, or do I mean thingosity?