In Which Your Humble Blogger wonders about cultural expectations, and can’t help at least somewhat wondering what that’s like for the guys with the jackhammers.
In Which Your Humble Blogger sides with the deficit realists against the deficit idealists, but really dislikes the deficit frauds.
In Which Your Humble Blogger is perplexed, and when perplexity strikes, blog!
In Which Your Humble Blogger didn’t actually write those notes about the cricket, so you don’t have to actually read them. So that‘s all right.
In Which Your Humble Blogger grows whiskers on his chin again, shaves them off but they grow back in again.
In Which Your Humble Blogger draws a bow at a venture.
In Which Your Humble Blogger gets all worked up about it, which I suppose I haven’t done for a while, so that’s nice, isn’t it?
In Which Your Humble Blogger continues a tradition. I did have a couple of people say they liked this one; the last few have fallen like a proverbial in the whatnot.
In Which Your Humble Blogger gets a couple of notes on the actual web at last, despite distra—oh, good shot!