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In Which Your Humble Blogger goes fourth.
In Which Your Humble Blogger goes fourth.
In Which Your Humble Blogger returns the library’s copy of the book and then thinks it would be nice to write out that quote that was so much fun, and there just happens to be another copy at another library. Ain’t that something?
In Which Your Humble Blogger describes the creative process, which in this case involves ten years without creating anything.
In Which Your Humble Blogger is not disappointed.
In Which Your Humble Blogger wasn’t going to mention it, but he is outraged.
In Which Your Humble Blogger is faced with a judgment, and needs advice on how to make a judgment. Where could I find such advice? Oh, where?
In Which Your Humble Blogger tries to make the advice in the text fit the universe as I perceive it.
In Which Your Humble Blogger answers a question with an anecdote. It’ll cost you a quotation to stay in, or a parable to raise. Whaddyagot?
In Which Your Humble Blogger has issues.
In Which Your Humble Blogger was wondering if Our Only President is going bald. I mean, that was my first thought, in those pictures. Lots of forehead. Much more than he used to have. Good. Baldy.