In Which Your Humble Blogger didn’t get a chance to point out that yes, Bam Bam is speaking Japanese. Y’all know about Bam Bam going into outer space, right?
In Which Your Humble Blogger strays from the traditional path.
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.
In Which Your Humble Blogger is one of those smug Prius-driving pricks, but there’s a reason for that.
In Which Your Humble Blogger wonders about cultural expectations, and can’t help at least somewhat wondering what that’s like for the guys with the jackhammers.
In Which Your Humble Blogger gets all worked up about it, which I suppose I haven’t done for a while, so that’s nice, isn’t it?
In Which Your Humble Blogger dips his toe back into the turbulent waters of current—Oh my LORD is that a SHARK? And a PIRANHA? and a HIVE OF UNDERWATER BEES? and A BABY MADE OF TAR????? Fuck this for a game of soldiers, I’m going back to the theater.
In Which Your Humble Blogger smites all his enemies with the stroke of the sword, and slaughter, and destruction, and slays of my foes seventy and five thousand, including some people who were just standing kinda near my enemies, an hundred and twenty and seven provinces, or maybe an hundred and twenty and eight, because in all the excitement I lost count.
In Which Your Humble Blogger is a little fixated.
In Which Your Humble Blogger takes a contrary position.