I’ve got a ton to say about last night’s Phil show — mostly along the lines of “Holy Shit!” — as well as what it means in the context of the current Internet Archive issues. While I’m working on that, here’s some other stuff to consider. New York Times story that ran today. Rolling Stone… Read More food for thought.
Things are a bit tense in GratefulDeadLand, thanks to an interesting decision, apparently by the band, about a week ago. You’ve heard me babble about Archive.org, the site that had made available for download nearly every Grateful Dead show ever. I had a blast looking up all the shows I attended and finding copies of… Read More in the end there’s just a song.
Now that the time has come to set aside one obsession — um, that would be college football, for those of you who may not have been paying attention — I get an immedate shot at starting up another. Yes. It’s time for me to start babbling about skiing again. This makes it look like… Read More just in time.
I’m just now getting to the point where I feel like I’ve recovered from the game. We spent all day eating, drinking, watching, drinking, eating, watching … and then the jumping, yelling, hugging, drinking, eating… To be more specific: Fred brought over about 37 pounds of homemade sausage to keep us going all day. Everyone… Read More a different drive.
We came back down from nine points down? In Ann Arbor? In the fourth quarter? Are you fucking kidding me? That’s an all-timer, boys and girls. Even Father of Uncle Crappy can’t remember a win like this one … and he goes back to The Snow Bowl and beyond. O — H —
I felt pretty confident about this one, despite the fact that Michigan was rightfully favored as they came into Ohio Stadium. Everyone remember Teddy Ginn’s punt return for a touchdown, but the turning point was the 98-yard-drive in the second quarter, with Brandon Joe carrying the ball out of our own end zone and none… Read More history: 2004.
Uncle Crappy 