Twenty of the Best
In Which Your Humble Blogger is glad that the people of Lahore, at least, maintained a sense of perspective.
In Which Your Humble Blogger is glad that the people of Lahore, at least, maintained a sense of perspective.
In Which Your Humble Blogger doesn’t mention the other conversation about the megillah this year, which was totally shipping Mordecai and Zeresh.
In Which Your Humble Blogger can’t imagine himself in the role, but then he couldn’t either, until he agreed to do it.
In Which Your Humble Blogger doesn’t know the meaning of the word.
In Which Your Humble Blogger was tempted to write a lot about that marble elevator, but it wouldn’t have been nice.
In Which Your Humble Blogger thinks this may be independent of policy positions (or “policy” “positions”) and Party. I mean, bias and all, yes, but I had not before stared open-mouthed at a debate transcript like this, from either Party.
In Which Your Humble Blogger has seen two Boulton Brothers movies now and enjoyed them both, presumably because of being both a pathetic Anglophile and utterly out of touch with the times.
In Which Your Humble Blogger inspires himself and then terrifies himself.
In Which Your Humble Blogger is wishy-washy about it, but, you know, that’s how it is sometimes, I guess.
In Which Your Humble Blogger doesn’t have anything at all to say about the Party that is going predictably.