My buddy Father Spoon is celebrating his birthday this week, and in observation of that occasion, I’m going to tell him that he’s perhaps made a little mistake. The Most Reverend One and I don’t often disagree about beer, and I trust his judgment and expertise — gained on the Should I Drink That podcast… Read More magickal.
I’ve done this before. I’ll probably do it again. Sorry. Dueling pianos? Maybe a little cheesy But V Rock had fun. Papuga’s splitting Yinz Team’s loss; Baltimore’s gain Alert Johns Hopkins. Old vacuum is dead New bagless model is awesome Eew. Look at the grunge. Dill pickle Pringles? Actually not too bad. But: I want… Read More summary III.
When the local Twitter peeps use their powers for good, some pretty cool stuff can happen. I saw that firsthand last month, when we visited the Harris Grill bearing piles of winter clothing. The first-ever Pittsburgh HeatUp TweetUp meant a mountain of stuf was delivered to the shelter run by the First Presbyterian Church of… Read More it’s a twestival.
I’ve been tagged for this over and over and over, so it’s a little hard to ignore. I am, however, ignoring most of the rules: Rules: Once you’ve been tagged, you are supposed to write a note with 25 random things, facts, habits, or goals about you. At the end, choose 25 people to be… Read More twenty five.
Three years ago, the Steelers’ Super Bowl win over the Seattle Seahawks sent me into a long, deep funk. The team I loved to hate above all others — with the exception of that stolen team in Baltimore — had reached the pinnacle once again, and I was forced to endure the postgame celebrations that… Read More ok. fine.
I’ve always suspected that my head is, uh, a little on the large side. Last night, I found out for sure. My new friend CarolineFB and I had been kind of comparing notes on the sizes of our heads recently, and when Caroline declared she was attending Monday’s Tweetup Heatup at the Harris Grill, she… Read More massive.
Uncle Crappy 