When the local Twitter peeps use their powers for good, some pretty cool stuff can happen. I saw that firsthand last month, when we visited the Harris Grill bearing piles of winter clothing. The first-ever Pittsburgh HeatUp TweetUp meant a mountain of stuf was delivered to the shelter run by the First Presbyterian Church of… Read More it’s a twestival.
Since the inception of Uncle Crappy, I’ve insisted on calling my lovely wife The Wife. There’s more detail here, but the basic reason was that I knew she would loathe the name and find it immensely amusing all at once. While we’ve gotten a lot of lot of mileage from the name over the years… Read More promotion.
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.
When Uncle Crappy’s readers have a question, I try to respond. A search that has been bringing people here a lot recently: “Closest White Castle to Pittsburgh.” I’m not sure why Mr. Google thinks I’m an expert on White Castle — and all the associated steamy, luscious, oniony goodness — but I’ll let someone else… Read More delicious.
As promised: video proof that peer pressure can cause people to do really dumb things: Did you see the perfect form on my cannonball? My toes were even pointed.
A couple of days ago, I told you about my plans to kick off 2009. I did it. WE did it. And, yeah, it was as excruciating as you would have expected. It was a beautiful morning, sunny and 16 degrees when I left my house. I found later that the water temperature was 38.5… Read More bearly.
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