In Which Your Humble Blogger wonders where in the spectrum between nothingburger and shitburger one would find, say, a schmuckburger.
In Which Your Humble Blogger leaves out the probably irrelevant information that Zymon lived in Fremont for a couple of years, back in the nineties, working for an Israeli company on an H-1B visa. They were doing something Y2K related, although Zalmon had the impression that it was a front for Mossad. He never saw anything, mind you, and he figured it was better not to know, so when the contract was up, he went home.
In Which Your Humble Blogger spells it with eight hs, whereas last time it was eight as. Which is correct?
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In Which Your Humble Blogger can't hear you with this organic pesticide-free fair-trade banana in his ear.
In Which Your Humble Blogger connects the dots one-two-three-four-five. Look, it's a ship!
In Which Your Humble Blogger starts again.
In Which Your Humble Blogger believes in being headed somewhere, so long as we don’t fool ourselves into believing we’re getting somewhere.
In Which Your Humble Blogger talks about this Tohu Bohu and your deep appreciation for every aspect of it.
In Which Your Humble Blogger also does a pretty good Fibber McGee.
In Which Your Humble Blogger would gladly hold the door so that it doesn’t hit anybody. I hate it when the door swings shut that fast anyway, you might want to have a look at the mechanism, frankly.
