In Which Your Humble Blogger doesn't know anything, really, at all.
In Which Your Humble Blogger still expects to be enthusiastic, come the late summer and autumn, if the world hasn't ended.
In Which Your Humble Blogger decides to record an Impeachment Thought, for such posterity as may someday be interested.
In Which Your Humble Blogger breaks it down, down, down.
In Which Your Humble Blogger lists the list.
In Which Your Humble Blogger does not spoil the plot or the tone of the movie, or improve it for that matter.
In Which Your Humble Blogger grew up in the desert. But y'all knew that.
In Which Your Humble Blogger is uneasy.
In Which Your Humble Blogger feels that the somewhat-more-accurate-to-Ukrainian pronunciation that is newly fashionable scans much better than the old Yiddish-inflected pronunciation.
In Which Your Humble Blogger retells a we-ee-ee-eird experience.
