dude.
Going to high school in the early to mid-1980s meant absorbing every possible cultural reference from Fast Times at Ridgemont High. Going to high school at that time in Central Ohio meant it was a little tough to pull off the Jeff Spicoli character, at least with any authenticity. As you might imagine, there wasn’t… Read More dude.
heaven in a cardboard box.
As I mentioned before, Mrs. Crappy and I both have been suffering from The Plague this week. Fortunately, the affliction that has clogged our heads and chests has not done much to hinder our appetites – and that has led us to the discovery of a Pittsburgh institution we had managed to miss for years.… Read More heaven in a cardboard box.
a lovely evening.
Our first indication there was a problem came Sunday afternoon, when I woke up from my pre-shift nap just as Mrs. Crappy was coming home from a trip to a nearby garden center. Neither of us was feeling too swift. Actually, the first thing I noticed was the fact that I lost my voice Friday… Read More a lovely evening.
homecoming.
Act One: With a couple of notable exceptions — the new bridge to Parkersburg that cuts as much as a half-hour from the trip and the new Baker Center looming over the lower end of Court Street — the 2009 Athens is very much like the 1995 Athens. Or the 1985 Athens. A late April… Read More homecoming.
want to go NOW.
It’s so nice today that I’m having a very hard time maintaining any kind of focus whatsoever. So? You get bullets. * I’d like to thank everyone for their overwhelming support of me in what will be known from this point forward as The Great Lulu’s Fiasco Of 2009. Just about everyone I heard from… Read More want to go NOW.
Uncle Crappy 