The Levers of Power
In Which Your Humble Blogger says an obvious thing, that he hopes is obvious, because it seems to have been obscured a bit lately.
Tim Wakefield
In Which Your Humble Blogger recognizes the end of a career for one of my favorite non-Giants ever.
Pirke Avot Chapter Five, verse seventeen
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In Which Your Humble Blogger receives the reward for remembering to put the e before the i after the c, which YHB generally screws up in that word, mostly through not attending properly to what I’m doing.
Worse than that
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In Which Your Humble Blogger realizes that it is cruel to put people in the way of perhaps reading a column by David Brooks, but you can be strong.
Oh, no, it’s Tetrisweeper!
In Which Your Humble Blogger has a weakness.
Satellite photos of Great Burnham Wood
In Which Your Humble Blogger has seen a mobile phone onstage, but it ended up in the guy’s underwear. You know.
More bad words, for fuck’s sake
In Which Your Humble Blogger knows that it is really all about sex ed, and the horrific possibility that some pure-hearted daddy’s girl will see a picture of a prick and be lost to virtue.
The Bitch Is Back
In Which Your Humble Blogger has really only three or four problems, I mean that I would call problems. I wouldn’t call the appropriate categorization of swear words a problem, really.
Pirke Avot Chapter Five, verse sixteen
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In Which Your Humble Blogger never thought of it that way. Perhaps actually paying attention to the text does have benefits, after all…
Extremely Stupid and Incredibly Dim
In Which Your Humble Blogger estimates perhaps a third of the Gentle Readers of this Tohu Bohu. Could be less, but almost certainly more than a fifth.