It’s all about the Benjamins
In Which Your Humble Blogger notes that consistency is a jewel.
Wait ’til next year! Or three years from now, anyway!
In Which Your Humble Blogger grumbles and gripes and gr… there should be a third there, should there?
Walk away and come back to it later
In which Your Humble Blogger should have known that ‘down maker’ was ‘eider’, right, even if I was blanking on Sergio Leone’s last name?
Do you hear music?
In Which Your Humble Blogger whines a lot, despite things going quite well.
Pirke Avot chapter three, verse four
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In Which it is not the quantity but the location that counts.
No Bells at All
Tonight, tonight, I’m getting pissed tonight
In Which Your Humble Blogger must actually stay sober and drive home afterward, plus there’s work tomorrow and all.
The Trip to Bountiful: the Mix
In Which Your Humble Blogger still doesn’t know the difference between claw-hand and three-finger.
Pirke Avot chapter three, verse three
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In Which Your Humble Blogger has an appropriate verse for Banned Books week.
One Week (Gotta see the show, cause then you’ll know)
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In Which Your Humble Blogger meant to say that if any of y’all want to see a little theeyater in Connecticut, send me a note and I’ll send you the details.