On a Tuesday night in late May, I was horrified to discover that my wedding ring was gone. I looked that night, even though it was almost midnight when I noticed it was gone. I looked for several days around the house. I even used a freaking metal detector to poke around in the yard.… Read More 1. complete.
OK. This not posting stuff is bullshit. Not only does Saturday mark the start of Birthday Month — you knew I had to work that in there someplace, right? — it will mark the start of a month of daily blog posts. See you Saturday morning.
This started back in December, when my friends Jacob and Dr. Yohe showed up in my Twitter stream right next to each other: I had one question, and I posed it on Twitter: “Can we figure out a way that @thejqs and @cjyohe can meet each other? So I’ll know they’re not the same guy?” Jacob and… Read More the universe didn’t explode.
The headline refers mostly to my prospects in the Sixth Annual Uncle Crappy NCAA Final Four Challenge (Brought to you by Bocktown); last night’s loss to Kentucky by my Buckeyes — along with the loss by San Diego State on Thursday — means the only way I’m going to be enjoying a Bocktown gift card… Read More 24. screwed.
I look good in black. But I’m a lot more comfortable in brown and orange. I had a Moment of Weakness on Friday, and it led to ask a question that had never hit me in the 16 years I’ve lived in western Pennsylvania. I also asked you guys for advice about how to handle… Read More not happening.
I have no idea how many people to expect at the Polar Bear Plunge on Saturday morning, but I do know the details: The Time: Expect to arrive around 8:45 a.m. and swim — if you’re swimming — around 9:30. The Place: The Mon Wharf, otherwise known as the parking area underneath the Parkway East… Read More plunge party.
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