OK. Most of my writing-type energy has been sucked up at work, where I’ve been chasing stories about murders, shootings and guys who claim they are constables while taking fake orders for Avon products. Yeah. It’s been an interesting couple of weeks in the newsroom. Combine the stuff at work with a bunch of away-from-work… Read More Hi!
Now I’ve gone and done it. I’ve considered for a while the possiblity of listing Uncle Crappy at Pittsburgh Bloggers, but I’ve never really acted on the impulse. I guess I never really considered this to a Pittsburgh blog; instead, it’s just a blog about a life that happens mostly in Pittsburgh. But if you… Read More out.
Ugh. Uncle Crappy’s going to be hating life for the next two weeks. Wall-to-wall Stillers until game day. Maybe I can call in sick, unplug the TV and avoid all contact with any media outlets. Including mine.
@ When a group of citizens gets together because they’re concerned about something, how come they can’t ever come up with a better name than “Concerned Citizens of (Insert town name here)?” @ Punkin Ale from Dogfish Head is the best pumpkin beer I’ve ever had. @ And I intend on having several more. @… Read More thoughts.
Uncle Crappy’s alter-ego — let’s call him Weather Freak Boy — was in full glory yesterday. When I arrived at work in the afternoon I checked the National Weather Service’s web site and found that the winter storm watch that had been effect for much of the weekend had just been upgraded to a warning.… Read More storm team coverage.
Res ipsa loquitur. That’s latin, with a literal translation of “the thing speaks for itself.” It’s used as a legal term, meaning roughly that negligence is proven by the act itself. It’s also one of the taglines Hunter S. Thompson frequently used to wrap up one of his observations, i.e. “The presidency of George W.… Read More requiescat in pace.
Uncle Crappy 