In Which Your Humble Blogger comes at the verse from his childhood, or at least adolescence.
So, not to be all whatsit about this, because the Divine knows there is little in life more tedious than a blogger quoting other blogs in an attempt to restate what he’s been hocking about for months, particularly when the…
In Which Your Humble Blogger chooses a book by its cover, and then is pleasantly surprised, although you would think that if my expectations were really that low in the first place, I wouldn’t have picked up the book.
In Which Your Humble Blogger reads another Bujold, but there’s nothing to get all worked up about.
In Which Your Humble Blogger supposes there is the music from The Wedding Singer: The Musical!, but let’s not get crazy, here.
In Which Your Humble Blogger is unlikely ever to be befriended by a Ruling Power, personally, unless you count that agreement that I could take Bulgaria and he could have Constantinople, and if you are counting that, then, no, they’re bastards.
In Which Your Humble Blogger initially misjudged this one by its cover, mostly because of dragons on the brain, but it’s like discovering that the new Ishiguro is short stories; I’m gonna read it anyway, ain’t I?
In Which Your Humble Blogger starts to catch up on the book reports. This one: liked it, no spoilers, YASF. Done. Next?
In Which Your Humble Blogger leaves well enough alone. No, no, he doesn’t.
In Which Your Humble Blogger really wanted to quote Jean-Bertrand Aristide on preparing the coffee of reconciliation through the filter of justice, but couldn’t find a way to get it in.