A big part of why I love Twitter — even when it’s not working, as has been the case for most of this weekend — is fun, and most likely accidental, stuff like this: BBM, if we had a dishwasher — and, uh, children — I might be tempted to give this a try. Think… Read More the dishwasher?
I think I just made up a new word with that title. Hm. @ Our date on Sunday was spectacular. Dinner at Sonoma Grille would have been good enough by itself; the concert made it perfect. The Preservation Hall Jazz Band mixes guys who have played the New Orleans hall for decades — like trombone… Read More upcatcher.
I’ve been leading a double life, and it’s time to stop. I have another blog, and it’s time you knew about it. It’s true that revealing my actual self will make a few relationships — with my family and many of my friends — a little interesting, especially this fall. But it’s time to be… Read More uc revealed.
A month ago, I really wanted Terrelle Pryor to play at Ohio State. Now, I’m not so sure. Here are a few reasons why: * Fighting with members of another team. I’m sure the boys from North Catholic weren’t exactly behaving like altar boys as it relates to this incident, but isn’t crushing them on… Read More worth it?
When Randy Moss turns out to be the classy guy on your team, you know there’s a problem. Belichick? Brady? And the rest of the Patriots who left the field before the Super Bowl was over? Classless. Every last one of them.
Three hundred and sixty four days ago — almost to the hour — I posted this. It still applies.
Uncle Crappy 