Woke up at 9, started a massive sugar-and-caffeine buzz — thanks largely to the ungodly cinnamon rolls from Ikea — and then the day has gone like this: Sunday football has become interesting. Between the Stillers’ loss to Jacksonville and the Browns win in the Snow Bowl, the AFC North is tied, with the Stillers… Read More sunday bullets.
Newcomers to Uncle Crappy should probably be aware of something: I’m a freak for stuff like this: When you see radar like this in April, you know you’ve got a good chance of seeing some decent thunderstorms. When you see it in November, it means something different. Winter’s getting ready to start. I’m not saying… Read More 5. starting.
The high temperature this afternoon was 83 degrees. That was followed by nice thunderstorms, some of which are still rolling through. Ahh. Summer’s here.
No bathroom humor. Just snow. I know Uncle Crappy’s friends in Cleveland are already tired of seeing it (DD, on Tuesday night: “Every time they tell us there’s an inch coming, we get a freakin’ half-foot.”) but as I’ve mentioned, there hasn’t been enough here to satisfy my tastes. But that should get fixed starting… Read More dump.
In response to a recent Yahoo search that somehow brought the searcher to Uncle Crappy, I did a little searching for random weather-predicting items. I didn’t do as well as HP — as much a weather freak as Uncle Crappy — who found a site pushing weather-predicting clothes pins. Never let it be said that… Read More me too, part deux.
To the guy who found Uncle Crappy after he did a Yahoo search last night for “I want to buy a fucking weather predicting owl” — hey, let me know if you find one. I mean, how cool would that be?
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