Head of the year, tail of the year
In Which Your Humble Blogger rambles a bit whilst preparing lunch for the Youngest Member.
In Which Your Humble Blogger rambles a bit whilst preparing lunch for the Youngest Member.
In Which Your Humble Blogger does the “I wish he had said what I wanted him to say” thing.
In Which Your Humble Blogger mocks an old man, because he’s one of the most powerful people in the world and deserves it. Also, this is the first of two notes about last night’s debate.
In Which Your Humble Blogger gives up. Seriously, just gives up. We’re fucked. Get out that recipe for grass soup and hope there’s grass.
In Which Your Humble Blogger depundits himself.
In Which Your Humble Blogger thinks it’s cool that an old school buddy is getting his stuff published all over the place.
In Which Your Humble Blogger tries to find out what all the fuss is about.
In Which Your Humble Blogger just needs your bank account numbers, your social security numbers, your taxpayer ID, your shoe size, your shirt size, your hat size, and all the money you and your descendants will ever ever have. And then we’ll save capitalism!
In Which Your Humble Blogger eventually gets around to posting the note I started yesterday.
In Which Your Humble Blogger knows that Mr. Kristol is sort of joking, but only sort of, right?