Pseudo-History: A taxonomic travesty
In Which Your Humble Blogger breaks down, and cries.
Book Report: Tingleberries, Tuckertubs and Telephones
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In Which Your Humble Blogger seriously considers adding PIRATES as a category on the sidebar.
We extort and pilfer, we filch and sack, maraud and embezzle and even highjack.
In Which Your Humble Blogger finds his vocabulary oddly lacking, arrrrgh.
Book Report: The Basement Baseball Club
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In Which Your Humble Blogger can’t remember who wrote the blue sox books; it wasn’t Matt Christopher, but it was like Matt Christopher, if you know what I mean.
Book Report: Romantic Comedies
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In Which Your Humble Blogger finds an excellent play that you have never seen.
Book Report: Exit the King
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In Which Your Humble Blogger finds it easier to read a play than see it.
TV Report: King Lear
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In Which Your Humble Blogger is just a trifle disappointed, whilst weeping like a fountain.
Pirke Avot: after Chapter One
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In Which Your Humble Blogger knows one, or dies trying.
Book Report: The Doomsday Book
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In Which Your Humble Blogger writes about himself, rather than the book. As usual.
Pirke Avot, verse eighteen: peace
In Which Your Humble Blogger writes of the American Way. What? It’s not the American Way? Truth, Justice and Tomato? Truth, Justice and Ollie? Truth, justice and Palmer?