Category: Scripture

In Which Your Humble Blogger mumbles and shukles, shukles and mumbles, but not fast enough.

In Which Your Humble Blogger has bad habits, and doesn’t have good ones. Which seems wrong to me, somehow. Wouldn’t it be better the other way?

In Which Your Humble Blogger is born into the tribe, and then has to bear himself the rest of the way.

In Which Your Humble Blogger talks about your floor lamp.

In Which Your Humble Blogger puts it together at last.

In Which Your Humble Blogger gets to talk about lust and gluttony, and swearing, and fun stuff like that.

In Which Your Humble Blogger still thinks that cool stuff is cool, even if it belongs to somebody else.

In Which Your Humble Blogger starts with the end of the sentence, like a wild animal in the wilderness, or a German.

In Which Your Humble Blogger takes a metaphor in a pair of ten-foot tongs.

In Which Your Humble Blogger ponders the inevitability of inevitability, the finality of finality, the thing that happens after the thing that doesn’t happen.