In Which Your Humble Blogger isn’t sure if this image contradicts my earlier idea, which is centered on the enormous gap between the Duke’s belief in his abilities and the abilities themselves, but they may overlap in the ‘pretentious wanker’ area.
In Which Your Humble Blogger notes that if you give a book that title, you are just asking reviewers to describe the thing as nasty, brutish and short.
In Which Your Humble Blogger should probably have said explicitly that the show itself can be either good or bad almost entirely independent of the design concept.
In Which Your Humble Blogger notes that there does not appear to be any extant footage of that one, according to the thing I read that supposedly lists all of the ones that extant footage exists of.
In Which Your Humble Blogger doesn’t miss the novels the departed won’t write, because those would likely stink like the last couple, but misses the novels that he would never have written, because he didn’t write them twenty years ago. Or his wife didn’t, either one.
In Which Your Humble Blogger gets hold of the wrong end of the stick and plants it.
In Which Your Humble Blogger should probably go to the trouble of finding examples of usage and reference, but I’m just not going to, so there.
In Which Your Humble Blogger breaks it down for you, and then leaves it all broken down.
In Which Your Humble Blogger is snowed in, only without any snow.
In Which Your Humble Blogger did not feel rested this morning.