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.
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.
I’m being overrun. Members of my high school class are slowly discovering Facebook, and the floodgates have opened. Given my well-documented misgivings about our real world class reunions, I was initially a little dubious about this. But as some of my favorite people in the whole world have found me there in the last couple… Read More facebookin’.
We’re about 24 hours away from the start of this year’s NCAA men’s basketball tournament; that means you have about 24 hours to complete your entry for the Fourth Annual Uncle Crappy NCAA Final Four Challenge. I know from past challenges that yinz guys will be horribly slow in getting your entries to me. I’ll… Read More faucnffc approacheth.
This weekend was kind of a throwback, to the days when I did this stuff as a matter of course. Those days were a long time ago — and generally confined to Athens — and to try to do it like I did back then would mean a Sunday full of agony. But, still: Two… Read More guinness, green, etc.
I’ve already written once today about the fact that I might be a bit excited about seeing Dark Star Orchestra tonight. My excitement has just been tempered a bit by a phone call from Mrs. Crappy, who has been assigned to cover a school board meeting because some clown has barricaded himself in his house… Read More one night only.
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