guest star.
If you want to hear me reminisce about pro football’s good old days and what they mean for a Browns fan living in Pittsburgh, you’ll want to read my guest post at Chachi Says today. Thanks to Chachi for letting me play.
showtime.
A number of you have expressed at least a degree of curiousity about the music I listen to and the shows I attend — and at least one you *coughjendaahem* of threatened to hate me forever if Mrs. Crappy and I didn’t stop seeing Phish shows without her. (I’m pretty sure she was kidding, but… Read More showtime.
fallen.
Late this afternoon, I had to take a drive out to Midland to check on a fire call. The call didn’t turn out to be anything, but I was struck by something on the way back. I’m certain it had to do with the combination of the music I had playing in the car —… Read More fallen.
hi.
I met a new friend today. OK. She’s not really a new friend. And I haven’t really met her yet. But still. Most of you are in the same boat — we woke up this morning and at some point saw a face we hadn’t seen before. In my case, there was a Twitter avatar… Read More hi.
multi-state bullets.
Hoo, that was an interesting few days. As Mr. Bearer and a few others pointed out, Mr. Baldridge’s offending post was taken down a few hours after my post went up. Seriously, Shannon, I hope you try again — just put a little effort into it next time, OK? I didn’t write a follow up… Read More multi-state bullets.
wrong.
I’ve said here before that one of the beautiful things about being a craft beer fan is that there are as many opinions as there are beer drinkers, and everyone’s opinion is equally valid. We came across something on Tuesday that is unfortunately going to force me to offer a qualifier. Meet Shannon Baldridge. He… Read More wrong.
Uncle Crappy 