A Chanukah Miracle
In Which Your Humble Blogger wants you to have yourself a happy little Chanukah, make your solstice bright, from now on the Seleucids will be out of sight.
In Which Your Humble Blogger wants you to have yourself a happy little Chanukah, make your solstice bright, from now on the Seleucids will be out of sight.
In Which Your Humble Blogger meant to link to this video, but didn’t get around to it.
In Which a goyische kup named Balaam/was instructed the yidn to daam./But what came to pass?/He sat on his ass/and recited the twenty-third psaam.
In Which Your Humble Blogger can’t see exactly how to work in a joke about the private eye, or the private vee eye, so mentions it in the pull quote so nobody will think it went unnoticed.
In Which Your Humble Blogger is still here.
In Which Your Humble Blogger starts the school year off in the usual way, with more pencils and more books, and more teachers’ dirty looks.
In Which Your Humble Blogger doesn’t argue about the old/young thing this time, because the arguments are pretty obvious and not terribly interesting, and besides, there will be another chance in the next verse.
In Which Your Humble Blogger is old, like a palimpsest.
In Which Your Humble Blogger talks about Samuel the Small without making any dick jokes. Although you knew I was thinking them, so I suppose that doesn’t count.