Boy, NaBloPoMo ended and everything here just kind of went to hell, huh? Our skis are in the shop. It’s only a matter of time. Mrs. Crappy had back-to-back god-awful-early shifts at her paper on Friday and Saturday morning, so on her way home Friday, she called and suggested that I get the hell out… Read More slacking.
A note about the title: It has nothing to do with Christmas gifts. Before one wraps anything, one must actually begin to purchase said gifts. Yikes. The parents arrived late Friday afternoon, and after a pre-dinner drink, we headed to Las Velas for dinner. We were met there by Mr. Burns, who took a minute… Read More wrapped.
Saturday was a day of two distinct halves, split by a two-hour nap and a handful of Advil. Part one: Yinz Bowl. The day dawned crisp and cool, an ideal canvass for the gridiron warriors who would battle that day… OK, that’s enough. We had a slightly smaller group of participants for Yinz Bowl II… Read More saturday.
If you and I have: Had a beer Watched hockey Attended a tailgate party Cooked for each other Jumped in the Mon Gone out for dinner Raved about music Choked down a 649 Met for lunch Spent the weekend at each other’s homes Seen a concert Talked on Twitter, by text or even on the… Read More 31. i’m talking to you.
I’m usually a pretty confident guy in the kitchen. If I’m cooking something I’m familiar with — like, say, crabcakes — I have no trouble. If I have a recipe in front of me, I’m willing to give nearly anything a try. So why in the hell am I concerned about cooking a Thanksgiving meal… Read More 30. battling the bird.
Hm. The Game is over, and it appears I have nothing to talk about. Hey! Bullets! Good news for us: Penn Brewing is coming back, and very soon. Good news for me (if I may brag just a bit): Of the three reporters in town who did stories about Penn’s return, I was one of… Read More 29. post-football bullets.
Uncle Crappy 