Book Report: Two Years Eight Months and Twenty-Eight Nights
In Which Your Humble Blogger might have gone into the idea that a really good editor would have improved the book about a thousand percent, but what the hell, anyway.
Three ways to go.
Well, and so, South Carolina has voted, on the Other Party’s Side, and then there were three. Or four or five. Depending on how you count. I wrote back before Iowa about scenarios that seemed plausible to me and unfortunately…
Bestness and bullshit and the Oscars
In Which Your Humble Blogger is not talking about the Hugos, y’all know that, right?
Justice comes rolling up like a mighty stream of something, not sure where that’s going, actually.
In Which Your Humble Blogger speaks well of the living. Well, some of them. Others are fucking shitbags, honestly.
Two Movies: My Old Lady and Chi-Raq
In Which Your Humble Blogger will probably leave the Oscars talk for another day.
no better than they should be in New Hampshire
In Which Your Humble Blogger is pleased that at least one qualified candidate got winnowed off the island.
Book Report: The Secret Chord
In Which Your Humble Blogger could probably just run a search on the names of the two authors; I would bet there’s an interview somewhere in which the one talks about the other.
A Known Entity
In Which Your Humble Blogger was going to try to make a joke about a pig in a poke, or a pig in lipstick, or maybe lipstick on a poke, or, well, probably better to bag the whole joke.
First!
In Which Your Humble Blogger remembers, occasionally, to enjoy democracy.
Dishes left on the Countertop of Life
In Which Your Humble Blogger preaches. So preachy.