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.
Asshat Tweetup Saturday, 8 p.m.-2 a.m. Rugger’s Pub, 40 S. 22nd St., South Side Our favorite bartender, Annoyed Angel, is wrapping up her seven-year career at Rugger’s Pub on Saturday, April 4, and she wants you to join her to make the night a memorable one. There will be: multiple wardrobe changes, Irish car bombs,… Read More her living room.
I gave my favorite ticketing whipping boy another chance this morning and, sadly, the results were mixed. I had to go back to Live Nation to try to pick up tickets for the Phish show at Darien in August. And I’m happy to say I didn’t have to re-live my nightmare from a couple months… Read More live nation life support.
Earlier this week I heard from a high school acquaintance, ostensibly about helping him write a book that would expose all the evils of capitalism. We’ve had a brief discussion about this before, at the wedding of a mutual friend. I wasn’t especially interested at that point, but I gave him my contact information and… Read More substantial.
Unless you actually want tickets. In that case, you should probably go elsewhere. *** As of about 10 minutes ago, I have a new whipping boy in the concert ticketing industry. My hatred of Ticketmaster goes back a long way, but today, they’ve been supplanted by Live Nation, the service that sells tix for shows… Read More live nation died.
So. The Steelers and the Ravens play on Sunday for the AFC championship. You’ll forgive me if I’m less than thrilled. Bitter? Yep. Here’s why: It’s not just recent history, either. In reverse order: I remember the promise of a new coach in the early 1990s, a guy who had worked for Parcells and would… Read More bitter.
Uncle Crappy 