Things to Do in Denver when You’re Not in Denver
In Which YHB prepares Gentle Readers for a disappointment. I hope.
In Which YHB prepares Gentle Readers for a disappointment. I hope.
In Which Your Humble Blogger gives unwanted advice to someone he wants to do badly, but it isn’t meant to be bad advice, for all of that.
In Which Your Humble Blogger is rather transparently begging for another one of those great comment threads where everybody writes essays demolishing YHB’s point, but raising lots of new questions.
In Which Your Humble Blogger is against discounts, except for the part where things are cheaper.
In Which Your Humble Blogger tries to create a narrative to explain the bits of information about how we create narratives out of bits of information. I think.
In Which Your Humble Blogger, despite having decided that Mr. Mamet’s brain-dead screed wasn’t worth either arguing with or analyzing, steps into the dog shit.
In Which Your Humble Blogger has compassion, except for robots.
In Which Your Humble Blogger makes some points that probably no Gentle Reader needs made, but still, just because you’re facing the choir doesn’t mean you have to sit down and shut up, does it?
In Which Your Humble Blogger doesn’t care if the man is actually a hedgehog in a fox suit, because i if the hedgehog can’t ever take the suit off and act like a hedgehog, what’s the difference?
In Which Columbia, the Gem of the Ocean, looks a lot like a certain Senator from New York.