A bit later today, I’ll find out whether my butt can cash a check my big mouth wrote a couple of months ago. I’ve already taken you through the details of how Iron Chef Point Breeze came to be; today is the big day. I have two pounds of luscious jumbo lump crab meat in… Read More chef crappy.
My buddy Father Spoon is celebrating his birthday this week, and in observation of that occasion, I’m going to tell him that he’s perhaps made a little mistake. The Most Reverend One and I don’t often disagree about beer, and I trust his judgment and expertise — gained on the Should I Drink That podcast… Read More magickal.
I’ve done this before. I’ll probably do it again. Sorry. Dueling pianos? Maybe a little cheesy But V Rock had fun. Papuga’s splitting Yinz Team’s loss; Baltimore’s gain Alert Johns Hopkins. Old vacuum is dead New bagless model is awesome Eew. Look at the grunge. Dill pickle Pringles? Actually not too bad. But: I want… Read More summary III.
When the local Twitter peeps use their powers for good, some pretty cool stuff can happen. I saw that firsthand last month, when we visited the Harris Grill bearing piles of winter clothing. The first-ever Pittsburgh HeatUp TweetUp meant a mountain of stuf was delivered to the shelter run by the First Presbyterian Church of… Read More it’s a twestival.
Three years ago, I developed a strange affliction — I got hooked on soccer. I approached the start of the 2006 World Cup with a determination — which came out of nowhere — that I was going to make an effort to follow the tournament. I enlisted the help of Fred — who loves the… Read More the other football.
I’ve been tagged for this over and over and over, so it’s a little hard to ignore. I am, however, ignoring most of the rules: Rules: Once you’ve been tagged, you are supposed to write a note with 25 random things, facts, habits, or goals about you. At the end, choose 25 people to be… Read More twenty five.
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