Ouch. Also: Ow.
In Which Your Humble Blogger is screaming out loud all the time I write and so is my brother which takes off my attention rather and I hope will excuse mistakes.
In Which Your Humble Blogger is screaming out loud all the time I write and so is my brother which takes off my attention rather and I hope will excuse mistakes.
In Which Your Humble Blogger is now tempted to register greatnationalliterature.tumblr.com just in case.
In Which Your Humble Blogger revisits an old idea in a new frame.
In Which Your Humble Blogger can’t really argue with that, but thinks that maybe, you know, just in case, they might want to have a back-up plan in mind.
In Which Your Humble Blogger returns to the traditional observation of this Tohu Bohu.
In Which Your Humble Blogger was attempting a bilingual pun on “The King Must Die” in the title, but my Hebrew ain’t up to it. It’s an implied pun, though. That counts.
In Which Your Humble Blogger did, in fact, get a ketubah and a diploma and a paycheck, for which I am grateful, and I hope not smug.
In Which Your Humble Blogger is complaining about television, for a change. Well, I say television, obviously, I watched it over the internet. Also: Spoilers. But for last week’s episode, not this week’s.
In Which Your Humble Blogger could probably find a use for one billion dollars. Maybe two.
In Which Your Humble Blogger is gripey gripey gripey goo, for the first time ever, if you don’t count all the other times.