why not?
So. What if I tried to post every day in October? Nah. That’s dumb. Hm. While I decide, here’s a picture of our cats. No, I don’t know what they’re doing either.
Tag: old school
even older. even grumpier.
It has come to my attention — mostly because a couple people asked me about the shirt I wore to the Oteil and Friends show at Rex Theater last night — that there might be some demand for these. Of course, I am happy to oblige. Visit the Uncle Crappy shop here. And buy lots… Read More even older. even grumpier.
uh-oh.
What I did: Post a pic of Cookie the kitten reaching up between the slats of our coffee table and playfully grabbing at my dinner. What I expected: A whole bunch of AWWWW SHE’S SOOOOO CUUUUTE comments. What I got instead: A fairly judgemental discussion of my dinner choice, which happened to be Spaghettios. First:… Read More uh-oh.
choked.
I should know better than to stroll through the produce section of Whole Foods A) while I’m hungry and B) just two days after I get paid. But in our most recent trip, it worked out well. Because there it was, a display of good-sized, bright green artichokes. Three chokes for five bucks. And after… Read More choked.
it’s true.
Y’all remember Schoolhouse Rock? Thank you, Vice President Biden: Thanks to Kim for pointing this out. And to these guys, the apparent source.
kids these days.
Reasons why I might be about 20 years older than my actual age: Dixieland jazz. A wonderful affliction foisted on my by my father and his parents. Yes, Mom and Dad had Beatles/Stones/etc. records around when I was growing up. But Dad’s enthusiasm for the jazz rubbed off on me a long, long time ago.… Read More kids these days.
Uncle Crappy 