oh well.
Thirteen years. Still no Pulitzers.
Tag: it’s my job
a new thing.
I have a new toy. This isn’t a physical toy, like, say the iPhone. It’s more of a new place for Uncle Crappy. And I think I’m going to like it. I started poking around Tumblr last night, after reading about Cindy’s site late last week. I set up an account, but wasn’t really sure… Read More a new thing.
smart.
What I learned today: 1) Hillary Clinton still looks pretty good, even at 8:30 a.m. 2) 8:30 a.m. is early enough that neither Cindy nor I thought to take a picture of Hillary Clinton as we walked by her in the lobby of the Omni William Penn. 3) Nothing can disrupt a conference quite like… Read More smart.
the cat ate my homework.
Reasons why I’m not posting about covering this afternoon’s Bill Clinton rally: 1) I’d never get it done before midnight. 2) I had to go to shopping at the Evil Arkansas Empire (no, that reference has nothing to do with the Clinton family) to get some stuff The Wife needed before her weekend trip to… Read More the cat ate my homework.
awake. kinda.
Hey, this should be fun. It’s 5:30 a.m. I’m at work. I was curious to see if I could still type. And the answer is yes. I’m here for a series of three assignments that will run sometime here in the near future. All three involved spending an hour with someone who typically works in… Read More awake. kinda.
sunday bullets.
Woke up at 9, started a massive sugar-and-caffeine buzz — thanks largely to the ungodly cinnamon rolls from Ikea — and then the day has gone like this: Sunday football has become interesting. Between the Stillers’ loss to Jacksonville and the Browns win in the Snow Bowl, the AFC North is tied, with the Stillers… Read More sunday bullets.
Uncle Crappy 