It has come to my attention that there is a video of Pittsburgh’s own Jim Lokay — the World’s Greatest Traffic Guy — performing a snippet as pop trainwreck Britney Spears recently at Pittsburgh’s City Theater. And it is outstanding. Take a look: Of course, that got me thinking about my own Britney performance, on… Read More britney-off.
This is the exactly wrong way to do this, but the first part of this review won’t make a whole lot of sense to anyone who didn’t see Furthur at the LC Pavilion in Columbus Friday night. HOLYCRAPDIDYOUSEEHOWTHEYPLAYEDALONGWITHTHEFIREWORKS? KINGSOLOMONANDLETITGROW? ANDTHEMUSICANDTHEFIREWORKSENDINGATTHESAMETIME? DOOOOOOOD…. It’s easy for me to lapse into hippie babble when trying to describe Friday’s… Read More listen to the thunder shout.
I hereby declare myself a successful participant in June’s NaBloPoMo event. I do so with your endorsement; 65 percent of you who voted in the poll I put up on Wednesday said so. Another 28 percent of you said I should get over myself. This is probably the correct answer. The classmates’ happy hour last… Read More hooboy.
(Some of you may have noticed this post already in your readers. The lesson there is to not tinker with your blog at 3 a.m., because you will screw something up.) As I set out to do on June 1, I have written 30 posts in the month’s 30 days, which means I’ve successfully completed… Read More 30. nablopomaybe.
Tomorrow’s going to be interesting — that’s the day we all get Droids at work. I’m not an Apple devotee to the degree that I feel compelled to stand in line on new gadget release days (although if we had more disposable income, all bets would be off). But I am an Apple guy, and… Read More 29. versus.
We take our tailgating pretty seriously. On home game weekends during the fall, we spend a lot of time planning, preparing and executing some pretty impressive spreads, whether we’re sprinting (getting ready for a noon game) or executing an all-day deal (a night game, usually with two complete meals). With the help of a good… Read More 28. tailgating tales.
Uncle Crappy 