In Which Your Humble Blogger wanted to find a way to work in something about ‘pabulum et stabulum’, that is, room and board for your horse. Which phrase should totally, totally be in frequent use to describe shitty benefits packages: I get five days paid vacation/personal/sick days, one percent into my 401k, and pabulum et stabulum, and I even had to pay for the uniform.
In Which Your Humble Blogger has a kind of chip-on-the-shoulder attitude we’ve never been without. That I recall.
In Which Your Humble Blogger let the sun go down.
In Which Your Humble Blogger is undoubtedly preaching to the proverbial, but there it is, somebody needs to.
In Which Your Humble Blogger wonders whether achieving the outward marks would be sufficient.
In Which Your Humble Blogger has always assumed it was “avail ye naught” rather than “avail ye not”, but it works either way, doesn’t it?
In Which Your Humble Blogger points out that the Barry (nee Bagelman) Sisters, as is traditional, sing English versions of the two great songs that aren’t so much translations as an entirely new lyrics that scan to the old ones.
In Which Your Humble Blogger also finds a distinction between elitism and snobbery, but the note is long enough and y’all probably get it already.
In Which Your Humble Blogger has an instinct, and that instinct is probably wrong, but is it that wrong?
In Which Your Humble Blogger would do a lot of jumping up and down, and would undoubtedly make a complete idiot of himself on television. I’m willing to try.
