I just re-read the post I wrote this time a year ago, and it struck me — I’m doing the exact same thing I was doing 365 days ago — drinking barleywine, watching a Grateful Dead DVD (the same one, in fact) and thinking about the year that’s about to pass and the one that’s… Read More 2009 > 2010.
Saturday was a day of two distinct halves, split by a two-hour nap and a handful of Advil. Part one: Yinz Bowl. The day dawned crisp and cool, an ideal canvass for the gridiron warriors who would battle that day… OK, that’s enough. We had a slightly smaller group of participants for Yinz Bowl II… Read More saturday.
I think I said this at least once during my Blogging 101 session during Podcamp Pittsburgh 4 — Do as I say, not as I do. Yep. The guy who stood in that room and talked about the importance of posting regularly is just now getting around to writing about Podcamp. Hey. I think I… Read More one. oh. one.
Seventeen years ago — give or take a couple weeks — I was walking through the offices of the student paper at OU when I noticed the new GA writer, the one with glasses and long hair. Whoa. Ten years ago today, the new girl and I got married. When I found Mrs. Crappy all… Read More ten.
Since we arrived on Kelleys Island, my watch has been sitting on the dashboard of my car. Mrs. Crappy twice asked me for the time Wednesday; I just smiled and shrugged. I explained: While we are here, time, in the traditional sense, doesn’t matter. We will observe lunchtime, dinnertime, beach or bike time; we will… Read More time out.
As we neared the end of our lengthy camping set-up process Tuesday afternoon, we came across an obstacle that seemed nearly insurmountable. We have a canopy we use to shelter our picnic table. It is supported by metal legs, which come in about a half-dozen numbered pieces. It also used to have instructions, which explained… Read More m.i.a.
Uncle Crappy 