Malvolio Production Diary: hack, cough, wheeze
In Which Your Humble Blogger is infirm and unwell.
In Which Your Humble Blogger is infirm and unwell.
In Which Your Humble Blogger isn’t talking about apple turnovers, although those are really good, even if most places seem to make them too large, but that’s OK because you can just share yours with me.
In Which Your Humble Blogger finds out something that is in the background of something that happens in a scene he’s not even in, and can work with that.
In Which Your Humble Blogger finds that the present is like a foreign country; they do things differently here.
In Which Your Humble Blogger revisits a decade-old observation and finds it insightful, witty and persuasive. Damn, but I’m good.
In Which Your Humble Blogger breaks it down in an exquisitely positivist manner, which would probably be improved by dog Latin, now that I think of it.
In Which Your Humble Blogger cries to keep from laughing.
In Which Your Humble Blogger could be… er… don’t tell me, I know this… um… could be sad? Yes, could be sad. That’s definitely right.
In Which Your Humble Blogger gets through and then leaves town.
In Which Your Humble Blogger leans to the left, leans to the right, stands up, sits down… and then pretty much stands up again.