My Giants
In Which Your Humble Blogger is actually grateful not to have grown up a fan of the Mariners. Or the Pilots, for that matter. Though we had a Pilots bad, when I was a kid. I wonder what happened to that.
Shabbos Frivolity: Klezmatics Live!
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In Which Your Humble Blogger has a favorite band, or did you know that.
The Way Things Are
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In Which Your Humble Blogger should probably repeat that people who are willing to spend a million or two on political influence, will have political influence so long as they have the money. The problem ain’t the rules, it’s the money.
Or a queue, really, whichever is funnier
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In Which Your Humble Blogger also mentally types ‘Honk. Honk.’ after typing anything with a truly dreadful pun.
If the year were a pizza
In Which Your Humble Blogger may just ask himself the question again on Groundhog Day just to see if looks different from the other end of the ellipse.
Crazy? They called me crazy. But I proved it!
In Which Your Humble Blogger would like to point out that it is a metaphorical time bomb, and that it has metaphorical green wires and metaphorical yellow wires, but real explosions. OK, not really.
Shabbos not so much Frivolity: Psalm 137
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In Which Your Humble Blogger presents a musical question that pretty much answers itself.
Hermione, Harry and all of us together
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In Which Your Humble Blogger really doesn’t have much to add to the discussion, particularly now that the person who wrote the article has added a note saying the very thing that I was going to say in response. Still, maybe one of y’all have something new.
Another Atoz from the Mists of History
In Which Your Humble Blogger actually does have something to say, but is biding time because I’m not sure how to say it. Meanwhile, an atoz!
Shabbos Frivolity: When Rebbe Elimelech gets…
In Which Your Humble Blogger disapproves of translating freylich as merry or cheerful, although it clearly means a happy drunk (as opposed to a sour or angry drunk), it means drunk, and that’s the Divine’s wine he’s knocking back.