In Which Your Humble Blogger would say something serious about marriage and rights, but dick jokes don’t make themselves.
In Which—did you ever have the dream where you suddenly realized that you could fly? And more than that, that you always knew you could fly, but for some reason had forgotten it? And you’re, like, kicking yourself because really, you could have been flying all along, but at the same time, check it out! I’m flying! We’re all flying! Let’s never forget again, OK?
In Which Your Humble Blogger adds a new twist to a venerable Tohu Bohu tradition.
In Which Your Humble Blogger sticks out his chin, and grins, and says…
In Which Your Humble Blogger has some difficulty with this thorny issue. Get it? Get it? Thorny? Hedge? Wait, where’d everybody go?
In Which Your Humble Blogger already starts in with Hillel and Shammai. Does anybody think that Shammai got a bit of a bad rap? I mean, I’m glad he lost so often, but you’ve got to give the man his props.
In Which Your Humble Blogger begins, not necessarily well, but at some length.
In Which Your Humble Blogger goes ahead and starts a study group, and leaves the virtual door open. And there’s virtual tea in the virtual pot; help your virtual self.
In Which Your Humble Blogger finishes the trilogy–wait, what? A fourth book?