In Which Your Humble Blogger is personally insulted by George F. Will, as I am certainly disdainful (largely through personal experience) and, thank goodness, at a distance. Unless you count from his own Arizonan self.
In Which Your Humble Blogger finds himself outside the mainstream of popular culture once again, but probably in a good way this time.
In Which Your Humble Blogger is a jerk, but that’s not really qualify for the ‘news item’ category.
In Which Your Humble Blogger is both outraged and inspired. Both. But by different things.
In Which Your Humble Blogger has a ticket to fly, has a ticket to fly, has a ticket to fly, and don’t care.
In Which Your Humble Blogger speaks of what he does not know, although I can hum along pretty well, and prefer it in Latin, anyway.
In Which Your Humble Blogger gathers everyone around the kitchen table, which is in the dining room, because the kitchen isn’t big enough to play games in.
In Which Your Humble Blogger gets annoyed, and then gets annoyed, and now I should really go to bed.
In Which Your Humble Blogger takes a liberty.
In Which Your Humble Blogger goes back to when chatting was done oldstyle, through a broadcast medium.