Book Report: The Game
In Which Your Humble Blogger muses over whether this series should be shelved elsewhere.
In Which Your Humble Blogger muses over whether this series should be shelved elsewhere.
In Which Your Humble Blogger reads half a good book, or the good have of a book, or what you will.
In Which Your Humble Blogger postpones learning the lines that are going to be in the play to look at the ones that won’t.
In Which Your Humble Blogger runs away from the city of gold.
In Which Your Humble Blogger at long last completes a three-week long, five question interview.
In Which Your Humble Blogger hides himself for three days, or maybe longer.
In Which Your Humble Blogger asks the opinion of Gentle Readers, without necessarily agreeing to abide by the group mind’s decision.
In Which Your Humble Blogger discovers that it could have been Professor Plum in the Ballroom with the Rope, but then, I can’t really rule out the library, and has anybody seen the lead pipe? Oh, you have Professor Plum? Phooey. Mrs. White? Mr. Green? Or was it suicide?
In Which Your Humble Blogger takes down his Yes sign and stores it in the garage for next year.
In Which Your Humble Blogger gets so angry when the teardrops start.