The impending demise of the picture postcard
In Which Your Humble Blogger learns the word deltiology.
In Which Your Humble Blogger learns the word deltiology.
In Which Your Humble Blogger seeks the input of Gentle Readers all, on an issue of surpassing import.
In Which Your Humble Blogger will please go now.
In Which Your Humble Blogger chooses not to burst the bubble today.
In Which Your Humble Blogger unfortunately is not given his choice of color, but must use the pawns the little momzer wants me to, because pick your battles, you know?
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 is just tipping the old head to see what comes out the ears.
In Which Your Humble Blogger was going to pick out a Vicar of Dibley line for this pull-quote here, but couldn’t decide on one, and besides, Richard Curtis writes for the actors, so the lines often don’t work in print as well. Still.
In Which Your Humble Blogger also mentally types ‘Honk. Honk.’ after typing anything with a truly dreadful pun.
In Which Your Humble Blogger actually does have something to say, but is biding time because I’m not sure how to say it. Meanwhile, an atoz!