how it’s done.
Right: Wrong: To those responsible for the damage in the “Wrong” pix: Nice going, jackasses. If there was any chance of you making a legitimate point this week, you pissed it away today.
Author: Uncle Crappy
let the fun begin.
There have been plenty of jokes about hippies this week; I’ve let a couple go myself. Sure, they’re funny, and it’s easy — like of like picking on that kid who looked so different in grade school. But there seems to be a lot of genuine anger towards the protesters here for the G-20 Summit… Read More let the fun begin.
happy sammy.
A little more than a year ago, we were part of a kidnapping. And it was one of the best things we’ve ever done. I don’t have a reason to write about this, other than Sammy’s new buddy, Missy, posted a couple of pictures of him on Brightkite tonight. She said he’s doing very well.… Read More happy sammy.
oh my.
Yeah, I know summer isn’t technically over for another hour or so. Yeah, I know I’m totally jumping the gun on this one. But: WHOOOOOO!
ashes.
In 20 days, I’ll be in Columbus, celebrating my 43rd birthday by seeing Wilco in Mershon Auditorium. We’re in the fifth row. I know it’ll be the third time we’ve seen them this year. I don’t care. I’m really excited anyway.
jingle all the way.
I’ve said this before: Miles seems to be a pretty smart cat. I think I’ve also said this before: Miles is definitely a persistent cat. Miles thinks his breakfast should be served, at the latest, at 6 a.m. He may start asking for breakfast earlier — sometimes as early as 4 — but if we… Read More jingle all the way.
Uncle Crappy 