As I said a loooong time ago, I’m not the only Uncle Crappy on the internets. I am the biggest, apparently, because my shit comes up before anyone else’s while Googling other Uncle Crappys. But I’m not the only one out there, so in the interest of establishing my authenticity, I offer this guide to the Uncles Crappy.
* Let’s start with the original. I explained a while back that my handle came from the men’s room at The Union in Athens, as part of graffiti listing of favorite fake band names. I also noted that these folks apparently found Uncle Crappy an enticing band name as well. I’ve never seen another reference to them, so I don’t know if they’re still around. I also don’t know for sure if Uncle Crappy’s World of Cheese predates either the graffiti at The Union or my own alter ego, but they were the first, internetwise. Hats off to them, wherever they are.
* Before we get to the imposters, let’s check on a couple of random Uncle Crappy references. This one isn’t an actual Uncle Crappy, but he does use the name. If this were true, I totally would have gotten married there.
* Again with the band names. You’ll have to scroll down a bit, but you’ll find this Uncle Crappy in a review of a kids’ CD that sounds positively horrifying.
* And now, we have the other people who have decided to use the Uncle Crappy name, in all cases long after I established my presence here. First off are a couple of clowns, one here and one here, who use the name as their My Space handle. Both guys apparently listen to a lot of loud music, and both are fond of exclamation points! I’m guessing there’s a connection there someplace.
* This Uncle Crappy is either English or Australian. He seems to be lonely, but not so lonely that he’d tolerate a “fat slag” or a “rake.” Or a “Ginga.” (uuurrrgghhh!) What a nice guy. I guess.
* And then we have the real imposter, someone who actually established a Blogger account using the name Uncle Crappy. You can find his, um, brief profile here, and view comments he has left for others here, here and here.
This one is a little irritating, although I’m not sure if I’m irritated with the guy or with Blogger, who allowed him to use the name even though it is clearly and capably taken already. At least his blog apparently hasn’t gotten off the ground.
To Uncle Crappy Jr.: You sound like a reasonable, thoughtful person. Someone who should have no trouble coming up with your own freaking name.
Uncle Crappy 
How many internets are there? What am I missing out on – along with the WC? (I think Carolina Boy’s use of them as a laxitive demonstrates something.)
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As for ‘UCJr’ – don’t know him, except that seems to live in Indiana – and he seems to think Chicago, NYC and Columbus are equals for art and leasure – can’t agree with that one – of course, I’m speaking about Cowtown, and there is a Columbus, Indiana – maybe that is a cultured town.
As for the use and dilution of your brand, think of yourself as the ‘in’ ‘swank’ and ‘cool’ UC – your groopies will follow – and know the difference. Imitation is the best flattery, unless its flatulance I guess.
I’m off for the weekend to Chicago – see “The Grits” (that’s ‘the ex’ to UC plus DV) and “Better than Ezra” (Lay Down Sally and her Indian friend) – I’ll check out the culture, compaire to my regional digs, and get back to UCJr.
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I’m pretty sure UCjr is talking about the Indiana version, believe it or not. It’s a tiny town that obsessed with culture and architecture, and pretty cool stuff too. The Wife interviewed for a job there a long time ago, and said even the newspaper’s offices were this modern glass-and-steel structure.
It’s impressive for a place of its size, but I doubt it would hold up next to Chicago or NYC — or even our Columbus, for that matter.
When you see the Grits — you’ll have to explain that one to me someday — be sure to tell them I said hello.
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