The stitches are out. When I visited my dermatologist this morning, I was also told that the chunk of my arm she removed two weeks ago was in fact malignant; it was a basal cell growth, and she made the right call in removing it upon that initial appointment. This wasn’t a surprise to anyone.… Read More skinned.
We don’t publish a paper tomorrow. But someone needs to update the website and babysit the scanner. And that someone is me. I’m alternately feeling irritated about having to split up a holiday weekend for not much of a reason, and kind of enjoying a relatively peaceful newsroom. But — overall? I’d rather be at… Read More anybody home?
Yesterday’s post was the 900th I’ve written. There’s a lesson there, either in perserverance or stupidity.
A few years back, I decided have a doctor look at a little sore on my shoulder, that one that didn’t want to heal. It had been there for nearly two years. It would dry up, and I think it was finally going away; then, out of nowhere, it would blister again. I had no… Read More fried.
I’ve always been fascinated by how Google matches up searches with Uncle Crappy. I get a lot for College Football, for example, and that’s a totally understandable match. This post about the Grateful Dead’s Houseboat Tapes gets hits from people looking for information about houseboats; again, an understandable connection, but I have the feeling some… Read More searching.
As I mentioned in my Facebook post a while back, I can be a sucker for memes, especially if one comes up when I’m stuck for a blog topic. My buddy Bobby Cherry tagged me for this one, and I’m happy to respond. Keep in mind my rules. I’m not tagging anyone specifically, but if… Read More threes.
Uncle Crappy 