My weekend didn’t start off so hot, but it improved rapidly. And things have only gotten better from there. Despite a rough last-minute assignment Thursday afternoon, I made it to the Tweetup at Pipers. And boy, did I need it. Friday was appropriately lazy. I had planned on skiing, but Snowmageddeon 12 (or whichever it… Read More better and better.
Hi. My name is Uncle Crappy, and it’s been six days since my last post. (Hi, Uncle Crappy.) In and of itself, six days isn’t a big deal for me — in fact, I used to take longer breaks, intentional or not, pretty regularly. But I did just promise a couple weeks ago that I… Read More remember me?
I just re-read the post I wrote this time a year ago, and it struck me — I’m doing the exact same thing I was doing 365 days ago — drinking barleywine, watching a Grateful Dead DVD (the same one, in fact) and thinking about the year that’s about to pass and the one that’s… Read More 2009 > 2010.
I haven’t spent a whole lot of time in front of the computer in the last few days, but that’s about to change. At this moment, the old eMac is spitting data at our new iMac, and once that’s ready to go, I think I won’t be able to help but sit in front of… Read More a week.
Boy, NaBloPoMo ended and everything here just kind of went to hell, huh? Our skis are in the shop. It’s only a matter of time. Mrs. Crappy had back-to-back god-awful-early shifts at her paper on Friday and Saturday morning, so on her way home Friday, she called and suggested that I get the hell out… Read More slacking.
A note about the title: It has nothing to do with Christmas gifts. Before one wraps anything, one must actually begin to purchase said gifts. Yikes. The parents arrived late Friday afternoon, and after a pre-dinner drink, we headed to Las Velas for dinner. We were met there by Mr. Burns, who took a minute… Read More wrapped.
Uncle Crappy 