Get Debbie Downer.
In Which Your Humble Blogger acknowledges that at least they will now have to take those who sing in two-part harmony, but we still gotta sing loud.
In Which Your Humble Blogger acknowledges that at least they will now have to take those who sing in two-part harmony, but we still gotta sing loud.
In Which Your Humble Blogger shakes his fist at the sky. And threatens to shake it again, if you don’t watch out.
In Which Your Humble Blogger revisits The List, and finds some changes, but the same general idea.
In Which Your Humble Blogger’s favorite is probably slow-cooked and then served over rice, but will take it in a barrel if that’s the only way to get it.
In Which Your Humble Blogger wrote this piece before seeing Jon Bernstein’s line that “there’s a high correlation between the impulse to be a budget scold and being world-historically stupid”. Which, you know, lol.
In Which Your Humble Blogger is sort of asking a rhetorical question, in that the phrasing of the question is intended to be persuasive on a related issue, but sort of is looking for information.
In Which Your Humble Blogger once against asks for your vote. Not for me, you understand, for whoever you like. Be part of it.
In Which Your Humble Blogger brings his empathy to bear on Christine O’Donnell and Rick Sanchez, believe it or not.
In Which Your Humble Blogger does wonder when ‘millionaire’ started to mean someone who makes a million every year.
In Which Your Humble Blogger goes to the aviary, or On The Wings Of Madness.