I don’t think I could have come up with a dumber name for my entry at last weekend’s Sangria Fest in North Park. Fortunately, I also don’t think I could have come up with a better white sangria for the party — and I’m especially fortunate that the judges thought it was pretty good too.… Read More crappy pineappy.
And that’s why my softball league is better than yours. Thanks, Jeremy.
You may have already seen this picture on the Internet, but you haven’t heard the story behind it. Because I apparently wrote about it only on Plurk years ago. This has to do with the startling notion that people you’ve never met might recognize you because they read your blog or follow each other on… Read More surprise.
Let it never be said that my colleagues in the media business in Pittsburgh fail to understand the gravity and responsibility our jobs carry.
A few posts ago — which, thanks to my neglect of this blog, equals almost six weeks — I told you about Chachi Plays, the 24-hour gaming marathon our buddy Chachi put on to raise money for Ginny’s Make Room For Kids charity. Because I’ve been neglecting my blog, I failed to tell you that… Read More 2. thanks.
I am video game deficient. This is entirely Mrs. Crappy’s fault. My buddy Chachi is the complete opposite of video game deficient. And he’s about to put his experience to good use. I’m don’t recall the exact moment when the edict was issued, but at some point in the course of our relationship, the then-future-Mrs.… Read More game on.
Uncle Crappy 