in Which Your Humble Blogger is of course aware that entertainment is amazingly segregated in this country, but surely that doesn’t apply to YHB and the things YHB likes. Right? That’s other people, is what.
In Which Your Humble Blogger sees something old, new. Wait, that didn’t make sense. I’ll begin again.
In Which Your Humble Blogger says it, and having said it…
In Which Your Humble Blogger spoils the ending, or more accurately, spoils all the bits before the ending by telling the ending. But I didn’t spoil the blog note by talking about the Hugos! That’s gotta count for something, right?
In Which Your Humble Blogger will have another opening in another show.
In Which Your Humble Blogger also kinda thinks it’s a short stop from hotels to leases, and then mortgages, which is where the rubber hits the proverbial.
In Which Your Humble Blogger is disappointed.
In Which Your Humble Blogger has a sad.
In Which Your Humble Blogger has a favorite author and is all irritated by him.
In Which Your Humble Blogger does not wade in to the current political commentary, which confuses Your Humble Blogger something terrible. Is Bibi Netanyahu really suggesting that Israel marry Hassan Rouhani and then invite him to a banquet? That can’t be right.