For me, it’s a rite of spring: I look at the just-released list of performers coming to town for the Three Rivers Arts Festival, and start grinning like an idiot. For example: Friday, June 6: moe. Best jam-band going today Saturday, June 7: James McMurtry – roots & rhythm with a political edge – with… Read More i’ll be dahntahn.
I just put up the photos I took last night at Ann’s birthday party, which the birthday girl said should resemble something like a 1980s prom. I attended two proms in the 80s, and I don’t remember seeing Robert Smith or Rick Astley at either one, but we had a great night all the same.… Read More evidence.
Going into Saturday’s Final Four games, I had every reason to believe that the picks of Carolina Boy would hold up, setting up a championship game showdown between Carolina Boy and The Wife/Ethel. And then the divine intervention happened. As we all know by now, UNC got waxed by Kansas and UCLA was buried by… Read More over.
It’s possible that I might be just a little excited about a discovery I made last night. It’s also possible that the discovery means I’ll be sitting in front of the computer for a great deal of time this weekend, clicking little download buttons and grinning like an idiot. For almost three years, I’ve been… Read More satisfied.
It’s not quite time to break out the shorts and flip-flops, but that’s how I always feel on baseball’s opening day. This is a day for optimism, even for Pirates fans. This is a day for anticipation, of hot nights at the ballpark or sitting on the porch with a beer and a grilled hot… Read More summer’s here.
Welcome to Nothing But Fun Day. It’s about 12:30 a.m. Saturday, and I just got home from work. I generally don’t work Fridays, but I wanted an extra day to recover from the Groundhog party last weekend, so I switched my regular Sunday night gig for Friday night instead. On Sunday, it seemed like an… Read More nbfd.
Uncle Crappy 