It’s not you. It’s me. Just about every single interaction I had with other people today — in the office, on the phone, on Twitter, at the store — left me grinding my teeth. In a couple of instances — like with the clerk at Home Depot who thought suggesting that I get a cart… Read More foul.
I used to give myself a massive case of the heebie-jeebies as I drove between Athens and Pittsburgh when Mrs. Crappy was still in school. Between Marietta and Belpre, there is a series of industrial plants — power plants and chemical plants, mainly — and especially at night, driving by the hulking scaffolds and towers… Read More freaking.
For the second time this year, Mrs. Crappy and I have appeared in a WPXI See and Be Seen slide show. The first time was back in the spring, when they showed up to cover my Craft Beer School session downtown. And the above photo was taken from their coverage of Secret Agent L’s Laura’s… Read More high society.
The news about Kaye Cowher’s death started circulating among my Pittsburgh friends Friday night. I might have missed it then, but I heard it loud and clear this morning — it was skin cancer that ended her life at age 54. I hate that. I hate it because I’ve had skin cancer tumors removed already,… Read More listen.
We’ll return to regularly scheduled programming shortly. In the meantime, I need this: (Television tastes funny.)
A cousin of mine died this week. Reading the email my mom sent Monday morning was a shock — but not a huge surprise. She was the daughter of one of my mom’s cousins, a couple years younger than me. I don’t see enough of that side of my family — I haven’t since my… Read More freedom.
Uncle Crappy 