We’re leaving for Colorado tomorrow. All manner of skis, gear and clothing stuffed into four bags that will be impossible to carry. Fear about the travel part, based on our last experience flying the motherfucking skies. And when The Wife sees the mountains, it’s going to be all better. (Roy: I’ll see your Alps and… Read More out.
I have a pronouncement: iTunes is the coolest thing ever. OK. I understand that I’m probably the last person in the United States to come to this realization, and I apologize for my tardiness. As I’ve stated before, I was computerationally challenged until a couple weeks after Christmas, when the new eMac, complete with iTunes… Read More it’s in the mix.
Uncle Crappy’s alter-ego — let’s call him Weather Freak Boy — was in full glory yesterday. When I arrived at work in the afternoon I checked the National Weather Service’s web site and found that the winter storm watch that had been effect for much of the weekend had just been upgraded to a warning.… Read More storm team coverage.
Res ipsa loquitur. That’s latin, with a literal translation of “the thing speaks for itself.” It’s used as a legal term, meaning roughly that negligence is proven by the act itself. It’s also one of the taglines Hunter S. Thompson frequently used to wrap up one of his observations, i.e. “The presidency of George W.… Read More requiescat in pace.
And then we saw this, from AP, just as we were finishing the paper tonight: ASPEN, Colo. (AP) _ Hunter S. Thompson, the acerbic counterculture writer who popularized a new form of fictional journalism in books like “Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas,” fatally shot himself Sunday night at his home, his son said. He… Read More when the going gets weird…
I’ve seen other sites like this in the past, but this — Gizoogle.com — is the best hip-hop translator of the bunch. Witness yesterday’s Uncle Crappy entry: The Wife n I had a bootylicious day of ski’n at Hidden Valley today, in spite of tha fizzy that it was windy, cold n tha resort was… Read More fo shizzle.
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