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 should of course explicate his own images, but I think I’ll leave this one as an exercise for the Gentle Reader.
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 doesn’t go in to the symbology of that plus sign, because frankly I don’t get it.
In Which Your Humble Blogger is one of those people who often doesn’t see that a thing is missing until it’s there—but isn’t everybody?
In Which Your Humble Blogger is still not absolutely certain why I do this thing, but I’m sure the comments are a big part of it.
In Which Your Humble Blogger doesn’t quite see how it could be about class, but it feels like a class thing, somehow.
In Which Your Humble Blogger does not purport to know what Our Only President really thinks, but works from the consistent rhetorical posture that’s all we’ve got.
In Which Your Humble Blogger notes that the shortest group are evidently also referred to as gnomes or dwarves, or possibly dwarfs, but not elfs.
In Which Your Humble Blogger, far from believing that as Mr. Rosenbaum claims removing an adverb strengthens a sentence ninety-five times out of a hundred, claims in fact that any bad sentence that contains an adverb can be made worse by rewriting it without any adverbs.