Twenty of the Best
In Which Your Humble Blogger is glad that the people of Lahore, at least, maintained a sense of perspective.
The King! Bless his heart.
In Which Your Humble Blogger doesn’t mention the other conversation about the megillah this year, which was totally shipping Mordecai and Zeresh.
Book Report: The Year of the Fat Knight
In Which Your Humble Blogger can’t imagine himself in the role, but then he couldn’t either, until he agreed to do it.
Neither rare nor well-done.
In Which Your Humble Blogger doesn’t know the meaning of the word.
Stage report: Romeo and Juliet (Hartford Stage)
In Which Your Humble Blogger was tempted to write a lot about that marble elevator, but it wouldn’t have been nice.
I don’t get it, I just do not understand.
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.
Film Report: Heavens Above
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.
Neither Necessary nor Sufficient
In Which Your Humble Blogger inspires himself and then terrifies himself.
Book Report: Gentleman Jole and the Red Queen
In Which Your Humble Blogger is wishy-washy about it, but, you know, that’s how it is sometimes, I guess.
Random thoughts about the Other Party
In Which Your Humble Blogger doesn’t have anything at all to say about the Party that is going predictably.