Barack Obama: This was the moment
In Which Your Humble Blogger does something he hasn’t done for a while: rhetorical analysis.
In Which Your Humble Blogger does something he hasn’t done for a while: rhetorical analysis.
In Which Your Humble Blogger is scared, but not of the crocodile. Well, and the crocodile scares me, too. To be honest, I’m pretty easily frightened anyway.
In Which Your Humble Blogger begs for email.
In Which Your Humble Blogger sees the proverbial and changes his proverbial.
In Which Your Humble Blogger spends far, far too long looking into his own archives.
In Which Your Humble Blogger succumbs to The Story.
In Which Your Humble Blogger finally finishes the Book Reports from the Old Year, at least the ones I remember needing to do.
In Which Your Humble Blogger wastes some perfectly good ones and zeros.
In Which Your Humble Blogger wonders if you can spell steampunk without the p u.
In Which Your Humble Blogger starts to cheat by backdating Book Reports to get the report into the same calendar year I read the book.