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In Which Your Humble Blogger doesn’t trust anyone he can see.
In Which Your Humble Blogger doesn’t trust anyone he can see.
In Which Your Humble Blogger figures better late than never.
In Which Your Humble Blogger actually ranted for quite a while about how outrageous it was to draw the line at including some poor sap of a kid who clearly has enough troubles in her life already. I mean, that‘s where you make your stand? It turns out, through, that they made their stand on other stuff first, but nobody cared.
In Which Your Humble Blogger may have come to an understanding of the verse. For today.
In Which Your Humble Blogger could live for a month without a new episode of his soap, but couldn’t make it to lunch without a nice, juicy justification.
In Which Your Humble Blogger goes back to a favorite book of 2011.
In Which Your Humble Blogger actually prefers the story about the dog, but then, I don’t like dogs.
In Which Your Humble Blogger would have liked it even more had it been Carey Thomas. Ah, well. Hey, who would you cast in the Carey Thomas biopic?
In Which Your Humble Blogger knows better than the Sages, because of being born in the twentieth century and all.
In Which Your Humble Blogger has been keeping track, really, just not posting them on this Tohu Bohu.