Nothing is going to happen! Twice!!
In Which Your Humble Blogger can’t go, because I have to stay here and wait for Godot.
In Which Your Humble Blogger can’t go, because I have to stay here and wait for Godot.
In Which Your Humble Blogger keeps reading those sequels.
In Which YHB attempts to scare your pants off. You weren’t wearing pants? I’ll wait.
In Which Your Humble Blogger vents a bit. What? It’s a blog, isn’t it?
In Which Your Humble Blogger reaches the end, the very end, and cannot go on. Unless, you know, the guy needs money in a few years, because that happens too.
In Which Your Humble Blogger is pleasantly… well, not surprised, I suppose. Pleased. Pleasantly.
In Which Your Humble Blogger looks at the trees, because frankly, the forest is making me a little nauseated.
In Which Your Humble Blogger, whilst surfing around looking for recordings of this song, discovers a band called Isle of Klezbos, which, you know, I would so totally buy that for a dollar.
In Which Your Humble Blogger doesn’t know what to do.
In Which Your Humble Blogger blatantly lies about the number of questions.