I’ve come to know a pretty good number of cops because of work. It’s not something you think about when you’ve been pulled over and the guy is walking up to your car window, but the ones I know? They’re just regular people. And they’ve chosen to work an extraordinarily difficult and dangerous job. On… Read More my neighbor.
She wanted a circus. She pretty much got one. Annoyed Angel has already posted a much better recap of Saturday’s Asshat Tweetup than I could ever write; if you haven’t seen it yet, you can find it here. There are, of course, a couple things I can add: Finding people who wanted to say nice… Read More rugby day, part two.
There are an awful lot of inside jokes in this single picture, enough that I’m not going to try to explain them now. And given the fact that I’m about to go back to bed so I can face work this afternoon, I’m also going to ask for your patience as I prepare the first… Read More the champ.
I may have a new favorite sport. At least until college football season starts again. Mrs. Crappy and I met Father Spoon and Dahcheet at Boyce Park this afternoon to finally see Annoyed Angel and Calipanthergrl and the rest of the Pittsburgh Angels play. And although I understood about half of what I was watching,… Read More rugby day, part one.
Twice each work day, I have to drive through the borough of Sewickley. Oh, wait. Sorry, In Sewickley, they call it a village. Whoops. Sewickley’s, uh, a little different. If you grew up with me, here’s an illustration — South of Lane UA, with a central business district that resembles Lane Avenue’s current shopping line-up.… Read More inevitable.
Asshat Tweetup Saturday, 8 p.m.-2 a.m. Rugger’s Pub, 40 S. 22nd St., South Side Our favorite bartender, Annoyed Angel, is wrapping up her seven-year career at Rugger’s Pub on Saturday, April 4, and she wants you to join her to make the night a memorable one. There will be: multiple wardrobe changes, Irish car bombs,… Read More her living room.
Uncle Crappy 