There are the known knows, the known unknowns, the unknown unknowns, and the shit you just make up
In Which Your Humble Blogger asks what Senator McCain knows and how he can unknow it.
Incorrect Reporting of the Process, probably right about the sleaze, though
In Which Your Humble Blogger rants a bit about the whole obnoxious sweeteners business. And what’s up with calling them sweeteners, anyway? Is that businesspeak? Like getting a company car or an executive producer credit?
Online Encore
In Which Your Humble Blogger perpetrates a meme, of sorts, or perhaps a game, or something. Anyway, I’m certainly winning so far.
Three-Card Monte, or, Musical Chairs
In Which Your Humble Blogger forgets to commit to pixel his hope that despite having already declined a portfolio, Joe Biden agrees to serve simultaneously as Vice-President and as Secretary of Transportation.
Book Report: A Man without a Country
In Which Your Humble Blogger really meant to address the actual content of this particular book, rather than other books, or general comments about life, but you know? Shit happens.
Two words, four meanings
In Which Your Humble Blogger compares two things that seem somewhat similar, and probably are somewhat similar.
back in the day, when men and women were free, but you had to pay shipping and handling.
In Which Your Humble Blogger restrains himself from, wait, no, not so much, I don’t, but other people can.
Book Report: World without End
In Which Your Humble Blogger staggers under the weight of a novel that is too damned big.
Music Monday on Thursday: Tempted
In Which Your Humble Blogger buys a toothbrush, some toothpaste, and a washcloth.
Tuneful
In Which Your Humble Blogger keeps singing and swaying and stroking his beard.