In Which Your Humble Blogger doesn’t expressly contrast the Festival of London with the new Nutmeg slogan (Still Revolutionary), but the implication is clear for those in these parts.
In Which Your Humble Blogger likes a lot of different stuff, and dislikes a lot of different stuff, and can’t always tell the difference between them.
In Which Your Humble Blogger is all old and straight and stuff, but still.
In Which Your Humble Blogger is in the dumps for diamonds are trumps and the kittens are gone to St. Paul’s. The baby is bit, The moon’s in a fit, and the houses are built without walls.
In Which Your Humble Blogger is misleading.
In Which Your Humble Blogger is hocking about polling places again.
In Which Your Humble Blogger snickers to keep from sobbing.
In Which Your Humble Blogger isn’t any more appalled than last week or the week before.
In Which Your Humble Blogger does not include that clip of Mitt Romney pretending that one of the little old ladies goosed him.
In Which Your Humble Blogger is finished. Really. Done.