In Which Your Humble Blogger ventures where fools fear to tread, with about a million conditionals and parentheses, and is probably wildly wrong anyway, but I’ll say it and be damned to me.
In Which Your Humble Blogger just wants you to please go now.
In Which Your Humble Blogger enjoys himself, actually.
In Which Your Humble Blogger would rather be a street than a forest, but, you know, different people like different things.
In Which Your Humble Blogger strikes his forehead with his hand! How could I have been so blind!
In Which Your Humble Blogger, as a middle-aged married man, somehow doesn’t find the cuckolding of middle-aged husbands to be inherently funny. I mean, not inherently. It can be funny, if it’s, you know, funny.
In Which Your Humble Blogger still doesn’t really get Facebook, and prefers having a blog. But, you know, Willie Sutton.
In Which Your Humble Blogger is too squicky about eyeballs to talk about the book in any detail.
In Which Your Humble Blogger should, as a side note, mention that I think the organization is a Good Thing, and that furthermore it is a Good Thing for members of religious groups to band together as religious groups to Do Good in the world.
In Which Your Humble Blogger reaches into the dim recesses of his mind. Ew. Better leave them dim.