What’s snew?
In Which Your Humble Blogger enjoys New England Autumn.
Category: theeyater
Do you hear music?
In Which Your Humble Blogger whines a lot, despite things going quite well.
Tonight, tonight, I’m getting pissed tonight
In Which Your Humble Blogger must actually stay sober and drive home afterward, plus there’s work tomorrow and all.
The Trip to Bountiful: the Mix
In Which Your Humble Blogger still doesn’t know the difference between claw-hand and three-finger.
One Week (Gotta see the show, cause then you’ll know)
In Which Your Humble Blogger meant to say that if any of y’all want to see a little theeyater in Connecticut, send me a note and I’ll send you the details.
The house used to look so big
In Which Your Humble Blogger is stuck, and could use a little help.
Wrong again, right again
In Which Your Humble Blogger can’t seem to remember how often I say remember.
Ludie as in Ludlow, we think
In Which Your Humble Blogger gripes like a big gripey griper.
Book Report: On the Twentieth Century
In Which Your Humble Blogger loves a train. But then, everybody loves a train.
Mindset List item number 187: Al Capone’s Vault has always been empty
In Which Your Humble Blogger fucks himself sideways. Ah, well, that’ll happen.