and that’s that
In Which Your Humble Blogger is done, and hasn’t started missing it yet.
In Which Your Humble Blogger is done, and hasn’t started missing it yet.
In Which Your Humble Blogger examines what kind of yokel we’re talking about here.
In Which Your Humble Blogger still doesn’t get it, but there are a lot of things Your Humble Blogger doesn’t get. Never did, and never will, I guess.
In Which Your Humble Blogger takes a liberty.
In Which Your Humble Blogger starts catching up, from a long way behind.
In Which Your Humble Blogger goes back to when chatting was done oldstyle, through a broadcast medium.
In Which Your Humble Blogger finds a tremendous division of duty in a seven-word question.
In Which Your Humble Blogger gets back on the bicycle.
In Which Your Humble Blogger gives extra bonus translations for late-night reading pleasure.
In Which Your Humble Blogger enjoys New England Autumn.