We don’t publish a paper tomorrow. But someone needs to update the website and babysit the scanner. And that someone is me. I’m alternately feeling irritated about having to split up a holiday weekend for not much of a reason, and kind of enjoying a relatively peaceful newsroom. But — overall? I’d rather be at… Read More anybody home?
Sunday wasn’t the best of nights. I would have been dragging anyway, thanks to the Philly trip, but I was feeling crappy all weekend, and feeling worse at work. We also had the newsroom’s first random power outage of the spring; we were down for only 90 minutes or so, but that was enough to… Read More perks.
Our first indication there was a problem came Sunday afternoon, when I woke up from my pre-shift nap just as Mrs. Crappy was coming home from a trip to a nearby garden center. Neither of us was feeling too swift. Actually, the first thing I noticed was the fact that I lost my voice Friday… Read More a lovely evening.
Hey, look — I’m in the newspaper. OK, yeah, my actual name is in the newspaper fairly often, but this is a bit different. I got a tweet from DD this morning, who said that my post about the Stanton Heights shootings had been excerpted in the P-G’s weekly Cutting Edge column, a review of… Read More quotated.
Here: I just got back from a bike ride around my new neighborhood, my first of the — should I say it? — spring. Yeah, let’s go ahead and call it spring. I think it’s going to snow on us one more time, but yesterday and today are enough to make me forget about skiing.… Read More getting warmer.
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.
Uncle Crappy 