Cuts from Pyggie
In Which Your Humble Blogger postpones learning the lines that are going to be in the play to look at the ones that won’t.
Category: theeyater
Oh, don’t ask why
In Which Your Humble Blogger runs away from the city of gold.
One name or two?
In Which Your Humble Blogger asks the opinion of Gentle Readers, without necessarily agreeing to abide by the group mind’s decision.
Me Other Speciality’s a Hungarian Chap
In Which Your Humble Blogger makes them all pay.
Me Speciality’s an English Chap
In Which Your Humble Blogger is undeserving, and means to go on being undeserving. I loike it, and ’at’s the troof.
Oi!
In Which there is something Your Humble Blogger didn’t know, the silly ass.
A Shell Game, please help
In Which a Gentle Reader asks Your Humble Blogger for assistance from Gentle Readers.
Mamet vs. Edgar
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.
Or else they will all sound like me
In Which Your Humble Blogger seeks support and assistance from the Gentle Readers, who are, you know, Gentle, which is nice for me.
It’s a farce, I tell you!
In Which Your Humble Blogger removes his glasses and—excuse me, ma’am—is revealed to be—whoops! No, I’ll clean that up—is revealed to be none other than—aaarrrrgh….