Mrs. Crappy Weekend, so far: 1) Eighth-row seats to see Wilco in Athens in April. 2) Dinner at D’s (her choice — honest!). 3) A fun evening at AA’s Living Room. Always a good time. 4) A very productive day at the home and garden show — a good thing, since we now own a… Read More a good start.
What we learned at tonight’s Iron Chef Point Breeze Crabcake Cookoff: Kim and I are both pretty good at this. We’re still not quite certain, but it appears I won the battle, which will get me a growler of something from East End — Black Strap, most likely — when we get around to it.… Read More no losers.
My buddy Father Spoon is celebrating his birthday this week, and in observation of that occasion, I’m going to tell him that he’s perhaps made a little mistake. The Most Reverend One and I don’t often disagree about beer, and I trust his judgment and expertise — gained on the Should I Drink That podcast… Read More magickal.
Three years ago, I developed a strange affliction — I got hooked on soccer. I approached the start of the 2006 World Cup with a determination — which came out of nowhere — that I was going to make an effort to follow the tournament. I enlisted the help of Fred — who loves the… Read More the other football.
I’ve been tagged for this over and over and over, so it’s a little hard to ignore. I am, however, ignoring most of the rules: Rules: Once you’ve been tagged, you are supposed to write a note with 25 random things, facts, habits, or goals about you. At the end, choose 25 people to be… Read More twenty five.
Bang: @ I’ve seen Santonio do that before. Over and over and over. @ Thanks to the Steelers’ meager 3-0 lead at the end of the first quarter, I was a winner in the office pool. I may or may not be spending my winnings on hookers and blow. @ Actually, I didn’t win enough… Read More punxsuperbowley bullets.
Uncle Crappy 