Shabbos Frivolity: Adir Hu
In Which Your Humble Blogger is pleased, as should y’all be, that I didn’t have to resort to singing the thing myself.
In Which Your Humble Blogger is pleased, as should y’all be, that I didn’t have to resort to singing the thing myself.
In Which Your Humble Blogger is one of those smug Prius-driving pricks, but there’s a reason for that.
In Which Your Humble Blogger is surprised at the same time every rehearsal.
In Which Your Humble Blogger is still here, but who knows about next year?
In Which Your Humble Blogger complains about the complainy thing; if you want to read about the substance, there’s plenty of places for that.
In Which Your Humble Blogger really does feel obligated to reference the line about it being a travesty of a mockery of a sham of a mockery of a travesty of two mockeries of a sham, although there really isn’t any travesty, and only a little sham. A lot of mockery, though.
In Which Your Humble Blogger tries to fix our bearings with a list, to start with.
In Which Your Humble Blogger does that thing with different versions of a good old song.
In Which Your Humble Blogger blogs a blog about not blogging the blog, because of the blogging blog-blog blog.