What I did: Post a 1,200-word recap of the weekend. Included several pictures, including one of me, uh, manhandling my folks’ inflatable Brutus Buckeye. What I learned: I should have skipped the words and the rest of the pictures and just posted the photo of Brutus and me. Uncle Crappy: Gleefully making an ass of… Read More 21. RE: brutus.
Further proof that Uncle Crappy is a moron: So The Wife and I are kicking around the notion of a short trip to Gettysburg next week — battlefields, beer and ghost tours. She calls me while I’m on the way to work and says she’s found a reasonably priced hotel in town. This same hotel… Read More again.
Are they gone? OK. That sounds wrong. I’m grateful that my contribution to the debate over Rhino’s decision to cut off the downloads at their Tapers’ Section got the attention it did. For the second straight week, I’ve found myself a little bewildered over an explosion over a post — and this time, since one… Read More calmed down.
I have to work this afternoon, and it’s killing me. Because I’d rather be in Columbus, where the hysteria over today’s Arena Bowl is simply off the charts. Arena Bowl parties, dancing in the streets … Columbus would be the best place in the sports world to be today … unless you were in New… Read More whoooo!
We started to do it again. A beastly hot week last summer finally prompted us to get a window air conditioner for our apartment. This was after years and years of suffering through summer heat in an apartment that has only two window. The fans were enough, we said. It gets really hot only one… Read More it’s magic.
OK. Check the time stamp for this post. Yeah. I’m just now getting home from work. Ugh. I’m thinking that taking a shot at the Bisco show tonight would be a bad idea. And then, in a couple of days, I’ll see the setlist and listen to the tapes — and realize, once again, what… Read More late. and old.
Uncle Crappy 