In Which Your Humble Blogger believes that people are different, one to another, and that’s what makes the world interesting and fun, and difficult to teach.
In Which Your Humble Blogger bets that it never rains into the Learning Commons.
In Which Your Humble Blogger is really just attempting to spread the word that misbehaviour of this kind is no longer being tolerated in academia.
In Which YHB is being followed by an NSA contractor/I’m being followed by an NSA contractor/I’m being followed by an NSA contractor/and I don’t like it very much.
In Which YHB actually thinks, based on slightly more than TSOR, that it is not the conn but the deck that the L.D. is making sure we know Linda has, but that’s neither here nor there.
In Which Your Humble Blogger gets the bit between his teeth. Or is that horses?
In Which Your Humble Blogger thinks it’s time for a change, and when it’s time for a change, think Speedy Oil Change, your oil change, tune-up and chronofundibulum experts.
In Which Your Humble Blogger wrote the note before they were 29-26.
In Which Your Humble Blogger does not use the phrase ‘the Mayor had a guy whacked’ even speculatively.
In Which Your Humble Blogger believes in the belief, but not in the thing believed.