As mid-life crises go, getting a tattoo is way less expensive than a sports car. And when you’re working with a print-journalism salary, that’s kind of an important thing to consider. But once that decision is made, you’re faced with another: What’s the tattoo going to be? I’ve known for several years that I wanted… Read More bricked.
I should know better than to stroll through the produce section of Whole Foods A) while I’m hungry and B) just two days after I get paid. But in our most recent trip, it worked out well. Because there it was, a display of good-sized, bright green artichokes. Three chokes for five bucks. And after… Read More choked.
This is awesome on all kinds of levels, but I was especially excited to see some tight shots of The Beam, the big thing with the piano strings that Mickey’s beating on. Those vibrations, when amplified through a concert PA system in an arena like, say, Richfield Coliseum, could rattle your sternum. If I were… Read More the beam.
First, let’s make sure you’ve all seen this comment, left by Tenth Annual Uncle Crappy NCAA Final Four Challenge (Brought to you by Bocktown) winner Kewyson on the previous post: Now, on to my wish (I thought I’d get three) – I propose, assuming UC is okay with this, that he organizes a social gathering… Read More above and beyond.
The Dook Blue Devils won last night’s title game, and that makes long-time participant Kewyson our Tenth Annual Uncle Crappy NCAA Final Four Challenge (Brought to you by Bocktown) champion. According to the AUCNFFC Wall of Champions — which badly needs to be updated — Kewyson has just become just the second contestant ever to… Read More one.
Getting our Crappy selves to Chicago for the Dead/Trey shows isn’t happening, but we’re looking at a pretty good musical run in the coming weeks nonetheless. And that’s a good thing — I know I can really use the break. What’s coming? I’m so glad you asked: Sunday: moe., at Mr. Small’s. They’re pretty much… Read More music for months.
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