Hoo boy. I just sent the email to a bunch of friends about Uncle Crappy. I’ve been planning on outing myself for a couple months now, but I haven’t had the guts to pull the trigger. It took HP’s discovery to realize that it might not be so bad to have people I care about… Read More gulp.

OK. This skiing thing has officially become my biggest obsession. A week after I spent my day off at Seven Springs, dealing with some interesting snow conditions, I took another day trip, this time to Hidden Valley, a smaller area just past Seven Springs in the fabulous Laurel Mountains. Wow. What a fucking morning. Nearly… Read More schussching. or however you spell it.

When Bill Deely hauled Punxsutawney Phil out of his stump on Gobbler’s Knob this morning, Phil, looking a little squirmier than ususal, offered a couple of predictions after seeing his shadow: * Six more weeks of skiing! * The Browns will win next year’s Super Bowl! * We’re actually going to know less about W’s… Read More prognostication

I noticed that Ohio University, my esteemed alma mater, recently banned the production and sales of Ohio University logo shot glasses. A quote from OU Dean of Students Terry Hogan in the Jan. 29 edition of the Columbus Dispatch: “A shot glass in our view is high-risk drinking, period. (OU should) not be in the… Read More see, i had been wondering…

For years, I’ve listened to native Pittsburghers joke about how they react when TV tells them a big snowstorm is coming. It’s pretty simple: You go to the grocery, and you buy milk, bread and toilet paper. As much as you can carry. Because you never know how long you’re going to be buried in… Read More hope you made it to the grocery store…

I promised months ago — about the time i got the digital camera for my birthday — tons of gratuitous cat pictures. But as I mentioned, I was hampered, computerationally, and was unable to do so. Until now. This gratuitous cat picture demonstrates a couple things — first, the cat, named Miles, as I think… Read More finally