Stage, film, magic
In Which Your Humble Blogger spoils two movies, one of which was spoiled to begin with.
In Which Your Humble Blogger spoils two movies, one of which was spoiled to begin with.
In Which Your Humble Blogger may have left his point in his other jacket, or it could be behind the sofa.
In Which Your Humble Blogger has a thought.
In Which Your Humble Blogger spent far too long formatting, particularly since it doesn’t look very good at the end.
In Which Your Humble Blogger sets your toes a-tapping.
In Which YHB wouldn’t turn it down, you know, seriously.
In Which Your Humble Blogger can’t remember whether it was Coca-Cola that was the real thing or Tom Stoppard.
In Which Your Humble Blogger likes the bit about burning all the weapons for firewood, although not so much the bit about it taking seven months just to bury all the corpses.
In Which Your Humble Blogger is traumatized by proxy.
In Which Your Humble Blogger wonders about how some books I liked at the time linger in my memory as lousy, and some I didn’t like seem to improve over time. Well, I don’t actually wonder about that in the note, but y’all are used to these pull-quotes being irrelevant to the so-called main text, right?