If you showed up hungry, you came to the right place. If you left hungry, you did it wrong. Mindbling and Pgha pulled off yet another epic Tweetup, this time bringing us together over a pile of wings from all over town. If you didn’t make it there Saturday evening, you missed: Wings, the best… Read More winged.
I hope to see a lot of this this summer. This adventure started Dec. 26, when Mrs. Crappy and I opened our Christmas gifts to each other. If you read that post, you may recall that I was baffled by a long, skinny gift that turned out to be one of the most spectacular things… Read More strung out.
My friend Gina wrote an hysterical post about fainting goats on Monday. You should read it. You’ll find it at her site here. Unfortunately, you can also find it here, on the MySpace page of this loser. Yep, Lauren Cormier, a 30-year-old who lives in Palm Harbor, Florida, apparently liked Gina’s post so much that… Read More copied.
This: is all that’s keeping me from this: As soon as I get home from work on Wednesday, kids. It will have been 10 days, and Uncle Crappy is a thirsty boy.
I’ve always been fascinated by how Google matches up searches with Uncle Crappy. I get a lot for College Football, for example, and that’s a totally understandable match. This post about the Grateful Dead’s Houseboat Tapes gets hits from people looking for information about houseboats; again, an understandable connection, but I have the feeling some… Read More searching.
Three miles and more than $5,200. And the funny thing was, neither was especially difficult. I met these lovely ladies and gentlemen just after 9 a.m. Saturday morning, to make good on our pledge to walk for Maddie in the March of Dimes’ March for Babies. I got to meet some of my favorite internet… Read More walked.
Uncle Crappy 