c’mon.
The intro to this video does a good job of explaining what’s going on here. I have only this to add: IT TOOK FIVE FREAKING HOURS? Kids these days. Grrr.
The intro to this video does a good job of explaining what’s going on here. I have only this to add: IT TOOK FIVE FREAKING HOURS? Kids these days. Grrr.
I’m not sure what to call what’s been falling for the past several hours. I know our truck was covered with ice when I walked out to the parking lot to head home. I know that the truck was pelted with something frozen during the entire trip. And I know, thanks to The Wife, that… Read More snow. and other stuff.
See this picture? This is exactly what it does not look like in the hills around here at this moment. And that’s bad for Uncle Crappy. For the past few years — ever since I re-discovered skiing — I’ve had a replacement obsession ready to go immediately after the completion of football season. But this… Read More cold soon, please.
When I switched over to Blogger’s new beta thingie a couple of months ago, I created a tag for situations just like this. Only now, the tag seems completely, utterly inadequate. The tag in question? “Hopeless Cleveland Sports.” It was created with the Browns in mind, although the Indians’ weak 2006 season — the highlight… Read More miserable. grim. disgusting.
Uh, Secretary Rumsfeld? Couldn’t you have found some soldiers in the United States to say goodbye to? I mean, wouldn’t that have been a little less expensive than flying to Iraq? Good answer.
I’m a little late on this one, largely because I’d rather have my skin pulled off than listen to Bill O’Reilly’s radio show. But a week or so ago, Billy came up with a real doozy, one that Uncle Crappy simply couldn’t let go. Billy said the iPod, Apple’s ubiquitous music player, is speeding the… Read More no sense zone.