Don’t beat time, eat time!
In Which Your Humble Blogger asks the nice Chronophage not to eat the whole day. At least not all at once.
In Which Your Humble Blogger asks the nice Chronophage not to eat the whole day. At least not all at once.
In Which Your Humble Blogger manages not to talk about the hedgehog and the fox, which I think are something a little different, since I think Bill Clinton was more of a hedgehog until he accomplished his hedgehoggery.
In Which Your Humble Blogger really likes the one about the rigger who wants a job, so they make him climb the scaffolding to see if he can handle the heights.
In Which Your Humble Blogger stands behind his rhetoric, and a little to one side of it, too.
In Which Your Humble Blogger might have called the book A Fan of the Game.
In Which Your Humble Blogger could really use another cup of tea, as mentioned in article 2, section 2, that the blogger shall have power to fill up all vacancies as shall happen, from time to time, in his mug.
In Which Senator McCain lets Your Humble Blogger see him sweat.
In Which Your Humble Blogger identifies exactly what we need: a brilliant idea!
In Which Il y en a qui aiment les blondes, Il y en a qui aiment les brunes, but Your Humble Blogger likes thems as speaks English.
In Which, having started with a Thompson Twins reference in the title, YHB is torn between making a Thriller reference or a reference to The Police in the pull quote.