In response to the music post, HP asked me about this Mr. Small’s place I’m always raving about. Here’s a brief explanation: Mr. Small’s Funhouse is a deconsecrated church in Millvale, purchased several years ago by Rusted Root member Liz Berlin and her husband, Michael Speranzo. They converted the building into a performance space, recording… Read More it’s a mr. small’s world.
I opened my email this morning to find this, from Ticketmaster: Miss The Wiggles? Uhhh… Go see The Wiggles? I’d rather have a CD player, with “It’s a Small World” on repeat, hardwired into my brain. Someone at Ticketmaster needs to take a look at what I’ve purchased from them over the years and think… Read More check yer demographics.
The Wife and I had been bitching for weeks about the dearth of decent music coming to the Burgh this summer — and while we were busy griping, the schedule for the next couple of months suddenly became exceptionally busy. I already talked about the Panic show at the Stan n’ Guy Theater (Where Everyone… Read More catch-up, vol. 1: music.
Three days in Florida. Turn the nephews loose on Disney World. Golf — for the first time this season — on a PGA course. Immersed in corporate wonder of Walt Disney Incorporated. And we survived. Better than that even; it turned out to be fun. The Wife and I arrived late on Wednesday, well after… Read More dizz. knee.
To whatever Microsoft employees who have been checking on Uncle Crappy in the past two weeks: Uncle Crappy is produced entirely on a Mac, by a dedicated Mac user. There is nothing for you here. Unless you’re ready to make one of those ridiculous buyout offers Microsoft is famous for. Then maybe we can talk.
I’ll have a lot more to say about Mr. Vonnegut in a day or two. For now, it’s sufficient to say only this: So it goes.
