In Which Your Humble Blogger dips his toe back into the turbulent waters of current—Oh my LORD is that a SHARK? And a PIRANHA? and a HIVE OF UNDERWATER BEES? and A BABY MADE OF TAR????? Fuck this for a game of soldiers, I’m going back to the theater.
In Which Your Humble Blogger was going to make a joke about Finnish Hymns, but this may be the wrong crowd for that.
In Which Your Humble Blogger is three hours from the final curtain. Of the show, I mean, I’m not dying.
In Which Your Humble Blogger nears the end of the run.
In Which Your Humble Blogger doesn’t seem to have blogged this one before.
In Which Your Humble Blogger avoids the bad-luck word.
In Which Your Humble Blogger just kinda rambles a bit and then drifts off… anybody see any good movies lately?
In Which Your Humble Blogger attempts to describe a moment in the interpretive art. How do you like that?
In Which Your Humble Blogger shouts a lot. Again. Very shouty, YHB.
In Which Your Humble Blogger isn’t sure if this would make the Top Ten as a line, but there’s lovely business.
