In Which Your Humble Blogger will experiment with the ability to change publication dates, to put it this report in order now, for those who go to the main page looking, and then later try to fix it in its yearly place.
In Which Your Humble Blogger is very likely wrong, and Rabbi Akiba right, but then, go read Rabbi Akiba’s blog, eh?
In Which Your Humble Blogger could also add: Body Parts in the Pickle Barrel, a song of Saint Nick
In Which Your Humble Blogger returns to that humble little village where a single candle is sufficient, the social rules are to be followed with exactitude, and the dead rise from their graves and feast on the flesh of the living.
In Which Your Humble Blogger is old, old, old, old, old, old, old, old, old, old, old, old, old, old, old, and old, but at least, um, damn, what was I on about?
In Which Your Humble Blogger finally remembers his obligation.
In Which Your Humble Blogger is both outraged and inspired. Both. But by different things.
In Which Your Humble Blogger has not been bloggilicious of late, and probably won’t be so until next week sometime.
In Which Your Humble Blogger has a ticket to fly, has a ticket to fly, has a ticket to fly, and don’t care.
In Which Your Humble Blogger considered recording the dialogue for your listening pleasure, but realized that (a) it would be a lot of work, and (2) it would probably reveal the lack of funny in the humor.