The eponymous one, with the number stamped on the cover
In Which Your Humble Blogger somehow can never keep in mind that it’s Eric Clapton doing that amazing guitar solo on “While My Guitar Gently Weeps”.
In Which Your Humble Blogger somehow can never keep in mind that it’s Eric Clapton doing that amazing guitar solo on “While My Guitar Gently Weeps”.
In Which Your Humble Blogger looks for the silver lining, although the lining in question doesn’t have much to do with the cloud in question, still it’s a thing.
In Which Your Humble Blogger throws a hissy fit. With hissing and all. Ssssss!
In Which Your Humble Blogger is still here, at least by some definitions of ‘here’-ness.
In Which Your Humble Blogger doesn’t want to go back and watch the thing again to see if I missed the part that wasn’t there.
In Which Your Humble Blogger has had technical difficulties, preventing this note from being posted with the previous one. I hope you enjoyed the suspense.
In Which all of Israel have a share in the World to Come, as it is written: Your people are all righteous; they will inherit the Land forever; they are the branch of My planting, the work of My hands in which I take pride (Isaiah 60:21).
In Which Your Humble Blogger doesn’t really expect such diversity training videos we have that do not feature animated penguins are very good, either.
In Which Your Humble Blogger didn’t see this one six months ago like the rest of you did, sorry about that.
In Which Your Humble Blogger concludes that the collective farms were vanity and chasing after wind. Unlike offshore wind farms, which, oh, never mind.