Welcome to Nothing But Fun Day. It’s about 12:30 a.m. Saturday, and I just got home from work. I generally don’t work Fridays, but I wanted an extra day to recover from the Groundhog party last weekend, so I switched my regular Sunday night gig for Friday night instead. On Sunday, it seemed like an… Read More nbfd.
I mentioned a couple posts back that I had been neglecting a couple of friends who should have been mentioned by Uncle Crappy several weeks ago. I tried my best to make good with Rachel and her much-deserved quest for a 2008 Bloggie; I’m taking care of the other one right here and now. A… Read More shirt off my back.
When Randy Moss turns out to be the classy guy on your team, you know there’s a problem. Belichick? Brady? And the rest of the Patriots who left the field before the Super Bowl was over? Classless. Every last one of them.
Punxsutawney loses its mind on Saturday, when members of the Inner Circle gather around a stump outside of town to consult with a groundhog named Phil about the weather for the next six weeks. Phil and the guys in tuxedos will share the moment with a few thousand close friends, television crews from Pittsburgh and… Read More let me explain.
Hey. It’s been a while. The end of last week was kind of a mess. My internal clock was destroyed by the middle-of-the-night shift I worked on Wednesday. And we found out a day later that our original Grandhog, Ron Joranko, passed away with alarming rapidity on Thursday morning, really just a few days after… Read More returned.
Hey, this should be fun. It’s 5:30 a.m. I’m at work. I was curious to see if I could still type. And the answer is yes. I’m here for a series of three assignments that will run sometime here in the near future. All three involved spending an hour with someone who typically works in… Read More awake. kinda.
