I been shakespeared, light biered, Phil Davis wontcha please come home?
In Which Your Humble Blogger is Shakespeared into submission.
Cutting
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In Which Your Humble Blogger makes it through the weekend.
Open
In Which YHB gets in front of an audience at last.
A long post, heh heh, long, he said long
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In Which Your Humble Blogger makes assertions with maximum verbosity.
On Your Mark…
In Which Your Humble Blogger bides his time.
Haftorah Shim’u
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In Which Your Humble Blogger calls a tree father and a stone mother, but then finds his glasses.
Burn This
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In Which Your Humble Blogger smells a bit, but before intermission.
Book Report: (George)
In Which Your Humble Blogger doesn’t spoil the bit about the kid being a paranoid schizophrenic. Or about him not being one. Or whatever.
Just when you thought it was safe to go back into Society
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In Which Your Humble Blogger is probably a trifle overtired.
eight days a week, and then some
In Which Your Humble Blogger looks at the calendar and shrieks.