Happy Hallowed Thing
In Which Your Humble Blogger doesn’t mean snickers in the derisive laughter sense but in the caramel, peanuts and nougat in chocolate sense. Mmmmmmm, nougat.
TV Report: Half a Hollow Crown
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In Which Your Humble Blogger sits, scoffing your state and grinning at you pomp, allowing him a breath, a little scene.
The Americans and the Perfectos
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In Which Your Humble Blogger would probably support giving Sean Forman a plaque in Cooperstown.
NT50, or The Habit of Art
In Which Your Humble Blogger weeps quietly to himself, tears of neither joy nor sorrow.
Ecclesiastes 1:10-11
In Which Your Humble Blogger is slow, which is different from being new but not exclusive to it.
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In Which Your Humble Blogger has not point. Really.
Long time passing, long time gone, due in four weeks
In Which Your Humble Blogger says ‘books’, because I’m pretty much talking about books. The journals don’t circulate, and the DVDs and such are a differerent thing altogether.
Squabbling nonideological factions
In Which Your Humble Blogger would be enjoying the view much more if—can I mention that my place of employment can’t hire new custodial staff during the shutdown (evidently because of some background-check requirements that are state law) and that the wastebaskets aren’t being emptied?
Lists in the Wiki Age
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In Which Your Humble Blogger can’t really make the argument that The Monkey Wrench Gang is better known than the others. Still, I’d heard of it.
Ecclesiastes 1:9
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In Which Your Humble Blogger follows the old pattern, beginning by soberly analyzing the individual words and looking at possible connections and connotations, and then winds up getting carried away and thumping the pulpit like a crazy man.