In Which Your Humble Blogger got a feeling called the bloo-oo-oos, and is nobody's sugar daddy now.
In Which Your Humble Blogger loves the theater, and the charming people in it.
In Which Your Humble Blogger believes in the rule of law, at least aspirationally, y'know?
In Which Your Humble Blogger announces a new project and seeks advice, support and consultation.
In Which Your Humble Blogger should probably warn about content, since this one is all about mental-illness related slurs
In Which Your Humble Blogger weeps with both grief and rage.
In Which Your Humble Blogger, as usual, is disagreeing with someone smarter, better informed, and more experienced.
In Which Your Humble Blogger complains about a thing, and does more research complaining about it than seems to have been done in the object of the complaint.
In Which Your Humble Blogger finds a little research to be a dangerous thing; drink deep or taste not the, er, really, in this case perhaps the drinking metaphor is not altogether appropriate.
In Which Your Humble Blogger is cranky, but hopes to be inspirationally cranky.
