I blame Murdoch
In Which Your Humble Blogger is not so much astonished by the dishonesty as the stupidity.
In Which Your Humble Blogger is not so much astonished by the dishonesty as the stupidity.
In Which Your Humble Blogger knows its too late to make decisions about the name thing, and that the name of the auxiliary protests was more or less organically decided on, but still.
In Which Your Humble Blogger loves movie taglines, what with the awfulness.
In Which Your Humble Blogger sits in a comfy office and types about oppression.
In Which Your Humble Blogger uses the American spelling, as a tribute to my hometown hero. But I still think it looks better with the e.
In Which Your Humble Blogger turns the corner and enters the stretch.
In Which Your Humble Blogger finds value in this slow crawl through the verse.
In Which Your Humble Blogger may have housekeeping too much on my mind, but on the other hand, it always needs doing,