coming soon.
OK. This not posting stuff is bullshit. Not only does Saturday mark the start of Birthday Month — you knew I had to work that in there someplace, right? — it will mark the start of a month of daily blog posts. See you Saturday morning.
goof.
To most, the term goofball probably isn’t a term of endearment. To me, it’s one of the highest complements I can pay. Life is serious, yes. Being an adult requires time and attention and work. It’s not easy, and sometimes it’s not much fun. But I’m lucky to know a bunch of people who understand… Read More goof.
crappy pineappy.
I don’t think I could have come up with a dumber name for my entry at last weekend’s Sangria Fest in North Park. Fortunately, I also don’t think I could have come up with a better white sangria for the party — and I’m especially fortunate that the judges thought it was pretty good too.… Read More crappy pineappy.
thirty.
My relationship with MTV was always a little different. Once I got past the initial thrill of just seeing the network, which turns 30 today, I was a little dismissive of MTV. There was some remarkable stuff there, sure, but between the endless stream of Top 40 stuff that I never found all that interesting… Read More thirty.
time out.
The first thing: The other thing: Can we just stop the season now and have a Cleveland Indians-Pittsburgh Pirates World Series?
and sometimes it rains.
And that’s why my softball league is better than yours. Thanks, Jeremy.
Uncle Crappy 