A point of agreement?
In Which Your Humble Blogger may not be ready for this new year of ours, after all.
Category: rhetoric
Eight-track tapes in your stocking
In Which Your Humble Blogger actually mocks the out of touchness of a blogger , and the tarnish of a kettle, and the astigmatism of that mote-eye over there.
A Point of Personal Privilege, I suppose
In Which Your Humble Blogger would prefer that the security people keep their hands off his valuables, but then, I imagine anyone with a bomb considers that valuable, too.
Marking Ears
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.
Down, down in the spam locker
In Which Your Humble Blogger whines and moans and clutches his brow, and weeps into his handkerchief, and is generally other than chipper.
The good ships
In Which Your Humble Blogger is cranky, and cranks.
Who will pay?
In Which Your Humble Blogger reveals the unsurprising truth that you will pay.
Richard Blumenthal, Al Gore, and Your Humble Blogger
In Which Your Humble Blogger carves out a chunk of time to write a note about current events, but not a big enough chunk of time to write coherently or briefly. Not that briefly is my brief, anyway.
What this note is about
In Which Your Humble Blogger doesn’t name names, but his initials are Matt Hulan.
Bee Eff Dee
In Which Your Humble Blogger feels it necessary, for some reason, to chime in on the important issues of the day, despite y’all already knowing what note I’m chiming.