In Which Your Humble Blogger ain’t reading two a week, neither, but will probably read more this year than another.
In Which Your Humble Blogger probably wouldn’t actually watch the thing, if it were on television, but still thinks that it’s a great idea, this idea I had.
In Which Your Humble Blogger is done with another one, and is looking forward to a nice long break.
Your Humble Blogger thought that this Playlist was going to be easy. The play is set among musical comedy folk on an ocean liner in the 1930s, and I have a reasonably extensive collection of music from the 1930s and…
In Which Your Humble Blogger has been getting home round about midnight.
In Which Your Humble Blogger is surprised at the same time every rehearsal.
In Which Your Humble Blogger really does feel obligated to reference the line about it being a travesty of a mockery of a sham of a mockery of a travesty of two mockeries of a sham, although there really isn’t any travesty, and only a little sham. A lot of mockery, though.
In Which Your Humble Blogger tries to fix our bearings with a list, to start with.
In Which Your Humble Blogger is perplexed, and when perplexity strikes, blog!