In Which Your Humble Blogger was torn between “petulant fuckery” and “mendacious fuckery”, but decided that even though the mendaciousness is more important, it’s the petulance that really gets up the old nostrils. Also, I wanted the word “entitled” in there, but neither “petulant entitled fuckery” nor “entitled petulant fuckery” rolls smoothly off the fingers.
In Which Your Humble Blogger is an old crank who thinks that thing were better when YHB was a lad. Surprise!
In Which Your Humble Blogger is aware that the data is not so trustworthy as it might be, and therefore it’s not such a great trivia question as all that, but still wants to know your guesses.
In Which Your Humble Blogger could have just posted -shrug- and been done with it.
In Which Your Humble Blogger realizes that it sounds more like a sitcom pitch than a scriptural inquiry.
In Which Your Humble Blogger swims in the same water as everyone else, and thinks it’s getting pretty damned stale.
In Which Your Humble Blogger is making a general point, so the specific game doesn’t matter. If you are wondering, though, it starts in a ‘B’ and the second letter is ‘ejeweled Blitz’
In Which Your Humble Blogger has but a broken poem, to be seen through tears.
In Which Your Humble Blogger would be dishonest, dandified, vain, lecherous, cowardly, sycophantic, treacherous and vile, but would have a lot of lines.
In Which Your Humble Blogger is writing a blog note, so that’ll fix everything.