This started back in December, when my friends Jacob and Dr. Yohe showed up in my Twitter stream right next to each other: I had one question, and I posed it on Twitter: “Can we figure out a way that @thejqs and @cjyohe can meet each other? So I’ll know they’re not the same guy?” Jacob and… Read More the universe didn’t explode.
See that dent on the ring finger of my left hand? That’s where my wedding ring is supposed to be. As we were getting in bed Tuesday night, I had a start — the ring was gone, and I had no idea when I had seen it last. I looked some that night, even though… Read More naked.
I know I’ve talked about this before (although I can’t find the reference at the moment) — my brain works, um, differently. I say this thinking specifically of music and what my brain chooses to hear when I come across a snippet of a song. My ears lock in on the melody, often to the… Read More brain missed the target.
I used to be good at this.
I’ve written about the origin of the Uncle Crappy before, but that was many years ago, and for god’s sake don’t go back in the archives and look because they can be pretty rough. But a couple of you *coughgoonsquadsarahahem* have asked recently where the name came from, and I think I can probably do… Read More 13. nickname.
I’ve been trying to write up a pot about Jim Treel and Ohio tate’ elf-impoed penaltie for mot of the evening, but the goddamn S key on the netbook keep ticking. I’m full of jambalaya and beer, and I think I’m going to get ome leep intead. Ye, I’m eriou.
Uncle Crappy 