invitation.

At Saturday’s Pirates game, we may see a walkout of thousands of green-clad baseball fans after the third inning, a protest against a horrid years-long slump and management’s seeming indifference to the ongoing problems. (Actually, “see” may not be accurate — the team has instructed its television crew not to show footage of any protest;… Read More invitation.

getting worse.

About a week after Jim Delany, Big Ten commissioner, threw a hissy fit about comments he didn’t actually hear from a Comcast executive about the Big Ten Network, the cable channel — and its plans to steal Ohio State football from me — is now garnering the attention of Congress. The Dispatch — and others… Read More getting worse.

to review.

Friday: Golf. Looking at houses. Sampling the beer at the open-for-just-four-days Marzoni’s on Route 8. Nice day. Saturday: Exercise. European beer fest at the Sharp Edge. Dinner there before the drunks started streaming inside. YEP show at Allegheny Landing — Sinead O’Connor and moe. “One more beer” at McFadden’s. A little more detail. Marzoni’s clearly… Read More to review.

to be clear.

Although I was very excited about last year’s free moe. show at the arts festival last summer — excited enough that I took a vacation day so we could catch the Sunday concert — I apparently didn’t write anything here about the fact that I was attending. The result of that oversight? An email from… Read More to be clear.

twit.

As part of my never-ending quest to waste as much time as possible, I’ve signed up for a new Internet toy — Twitter. It started as a cell-phone thing, giving registered users the ability to post short updates — 140 characters, max — about what they’re doing right freaking now: “Picking my nose.” “Wishing I… Read More twit.