Yearning for answers
In Which Your Humble Blogger discusses something in the recent news, which is what he used to do with the blog, but you know, somehow there’s so little joy in it.
In Which Your Humble Blogger discusses something in the recent news, which is what he used to do with the blog, but you know, somehow there’s so little joy in it.
In Which Your Humble Blogger re-reads something read previously, as opposed to re-reading the book I thought I had read previously, which I have never read but would quite like to.
In Which Your Humble Blogger gets excellent customer service, once the recording was over, and for values of excellent that do not involve any actual action, advice or aptitude.
In Which there are thematic spoilers. Oh, well, and plot spoilers, too, I suppose. And stylistic spoilers. Really, YHB ruins the whole thing for everybody.
In Which Your Humble Blogger goes on a bit without any real point. You know, like I do.
In Which Your Humble Blogger at first thought that perhaps I had misread the sentence, or that somehow a book from the Rs got into the transmat with one from the Ps again.
In Which Your Humble Blogger puts off for James Morrow what he could have done last week.
In Which Your Humble Blogger is still here, really, and will probably go back to posting more often soon.
In Which Your Humble Blogger spoils the ending, you know, when we find out that they aren’t really living in 1866 but in 2037.
In Which Your Humble Blogger finds a really big book in the library and opens it up, with predictable results.