A Point of Personal Privilege, I suppose
In Which Your Humble Blogger would prefer that the security people keep their hands off his valuables, but then, I imagine anyone with a bomb considers that valuable, too.
In Which Your Humble Blogger would prefer that the security people keep their hands off his valuables, but then, I imagine anyone with a bomb considers that valuable, too.
In Which Your Humble Blogger stays up late, but not late enough.
In Which Your Humble Blogger is relieved, and pleased, and unable to thing of a third thing.
In Which Your Humble Blogger meant to link to this video, but didn’t get around to it.
In Which Your Humble Blogger wants to record the attempt, having read enough of the book not to want to start again anytime soon.
In Which Your Humble Blogger wishes you all—all of you—a very happy Thanksgiving. Whether y’all celebrate it or not. So there.
In Which Your Humble Blogger hasn’t been this exciting about a sporting event since… well, you can probably guess.
In Which Your Humble Blogger may have been trying to remember the that’s not what justice is quote, looked it up, and was done for.
In Which Your Humble Blogger is waiting to be the last guy on the block who likes his films on some sort of physical medium.
In Which Your Humble Blogger did read the thing, after all. But this is the last one.