A Bad Dream
In Which Your Humble Blogger takes some diphenhydramine at bedtime.
Category: navel gazing
One up, one down, then one to the ri-i-i-i-ight
In Which Your Humble Blogger tries to provoke Gentle Readers into watching themselves and others for signs of one-up-nessositificationage.
Heads!
In Which Your Humble Blogger drops the ball.
Go Wolfpack!
In Which Your Humble Blogger goes to a hockey game and a fight breaks out.
Daylight under your toes
In Which Your Humble Blogger springs forward.
Five Years On
In Which time is marching on, and time… is still marching on.
Fundamentalish
In Which YHB sticks to fundamentals
from the french aguillanneuf, or in the norman dialect hoguinané.
In Which Your Humble Blogger wastes valuable time. I mean, only eleven and a half hours left, unless I start traveling West.
That’s what Youth Culture is, these days
In Which Your Humble Blogger just writes a note to write a note, really. Got to get the stats looking good for the end of the year. In case they audit.
You Wouldn’t Want to Read This Entry
In Which Your Humble Blogger distinguishes between the Good Life, which involves eating lotus and listening to Jack Teagarden, and the Not-So-Good Life, which involves beating beaten about the head and neck with a broken bottle.