In Which Your Humble Blogger could pass on the Russian one and the Dickens, actually, but I’m up for Heathcliff on the Moors, as long as they are using semaphore flags,
In Which Your Humble Blogger strays from the traditional path.
Your Humble Blogger thought that this Playlist was going to be easy. The play is set among musical comedy folk on an ocean liner in the 1930s, and I have a reasonably extensive collection of music from the 1930s and…
In Which Your Humble Blogger has been getting home round about midnight.
In Which Your Humble Blogger is all about the fire, but who isn’t.
In Which Your Humble Blogger present his favoritest game evar. Well, one of them, anyway. Monopoly’s pretty good. I’d kick your butt at Monopoly. I get to be the shoe.
In Which Your Humble Blogger is, again, unexpectedly personal.
In Which Your Humble Blogger is named Death, the Destroyer of Weeds
In Which Your Humble Blogger couldn’t help passing this along.
In Which Your Humble Blogger hopes that writing about a thing will lead to clearer thoughts about it. Didn’t work. Ah, well. Sometimes it does.