I’ve been communing with the commode since Friday. Regularly scheduled programming will resume soon. I hope.
Filed under: Food and Drink,Pittsburgh | Tags: bleh, impending disaster, it's my job, yum
I’m about as not Catholic as you can get, but I’ve always been fascinated with the process of giving stuff up for Lent. I’ve done it before, albeit half-heartedly; this year, I have one that I think could make some difference.
Goodbye, vending machines in the office cafeteria.
We don’t keep snacks at home. And while I know I can buy all the crap I want at the grocery, these machines in the back of the building are awfully convenient when I get hungry and don’t have time to leave and get a decent meal.
No Doritos. No Hostess products. No horrible off-brand chips that aren’t even that good. No pop. If I don’t bring it, I don’t eat it or drink it.
No crap, at least from these machines, for the next 40 days. And I’m hopeful that once the habit is broken, I won’t feel the need to pick it up again.
Filed under: Elsewhere,I Have No Idea,Ohio,Pittsburgh | Tags: bleh, history, hognificance, it's my job, navel-gazing, winter obsession, yet another dreaded bullet update
Hi. My name is Uncle Crappy, and it’s been six days since my last post.
(Hi, Uncle Crappy.)
In and of itself, six days isn’t a big deal for me — in fact, I used to take longer breaks, intentional or not, pretty regularly. But I did just promise a couple weeks ago that I was shooting for 20 posts a month in 2010, and at this pace, I’m not going to be close for January.
But that’s not the real issue. For the last week or so, I’ve felt a little out of sorts, and I’m not sure why. Some stuff is different, some stuff is the same; I don’t really have anything to be seriously bothered over.
Still. Something ain’t right.
- Work is something of a challenge at the moment. We switched beats around at the start of the year, and that’s always a little tough while you figure out who’s who and what’s going on with the new stuff. This one is a little tougher, because it’s the only beat we have that regularly competes with the Pittsburgh papers. I don’t mind a little extra pressure, and I’m OK with the knowledge that I’m going to get my ass kicked for a few weeks. For now, it’s hard. Once I get settled, the pressure will still be there, but I’ll get to do the ass-kicking once in a while.
- We had a trip to Holiday Valley planned for next week. We decided to call it off, as we let our bank accounts recover from Christmas a little bit. That’s definitely a bummer, but I’ve had two good skiing days so far — one Western-style day, just up the road at Seven Springs, and one very good Eastern-style day at the same place a week later — so that’s not what I’m missing. The time on the hill would have been great, but what I’ll miss most is the time Mrs. Crappy and I would have had, alone and away. I mean, I love you guys and everything, but she’s the one I married…
- We’re resurrecting the annual Groundhog thing after a year off, on the first weekend in February. We’re going to have a good group, a great time, at a great spot. But I’m a little disappointed in the response we got — or, rather, the lack thereof. This was a big deal to a lot of people for a long time. I’ll be OK once we’re set up at Mohican, but I’m still struck by a little doubt — is this worth continuing after this year?
Wow. That’s a lot of bitching. Sorry about that. Clearly, I have some stuff to figure out, and I don’t need to do it all here while you guys patiently (?) wait on me to get my shit together. I have a few exercises in mind to get me going here again; in the meantime, I’ll be over here working on the rest of it.
And: Anyone know where I can get a cheap ukulele?
Filed under: Ohio,Sports | Tags: bleh, brownies, hopeless cleveland sports, pro football
Shot in Erie by my buddy Bobbo, who couldn’t wait to email it to me.
