In Which Your Humble Blogger ayn dovar alayn davar, but still almost five hundred words, because seriously who has that kind of strength?
In Which Your Humble Blogger has been wrong, and has been... also wrong, and being wrong is better.
In which Your Humble Blogger is not ague-proof.
In Which Your Humble Blogger has an idea. Ideas are cheap! Take this one, I'm bound to have another soon.
In Which Your Humble Blogger blames the patriarchy. Also, it turns out that virulent prejudice is probably bad.
In Which Your Humble Blogger considers a cut that isn't perhaps the unkindest, but is pretty unkind, like, maybe in the top fifty unkindest cuts.
In which Your Humble Blogger is about a week late for this post, but since y'all never forgot about Baby Jessica you probably still remember the kids from last week.
In Which Your Humble Blogger recognizes the particular nature of Our Only President's genius, and its possible utility in the field of oh my lord we're all doomed just please don't start firing missiles
In Which Your Humble Blogger is unhappy all around.
In Which Your Humble Blogger pronounces it properly the whole time, in case you were wondering, with the middle syllable of klee, not kyuh.