I’m not sure if this is an old guy thing or not, but twice in the last two weeks — including last night, unfortunately — I’ve been absolutely unable to go to sleep. It might be that the brain won’t shut down; it might be that the cat is washing while he’s leaning on my… Read More bulleted.
In my three days of temporary bachelorhood, I have: Spent two evenings with the television. Spent a lot of time hanging out with Miles, who really misses Mrs. Crappy. Made white chili. Killed a growler of stout from Church Brew Works. Ate a frozen pizza and wings from Big Shot Bob’s. Cleaned the kitchen. Twice.… Read More out of control.
PODCAMP! PODCAMP! And HP and DD are coming from Cleveland for the whole shebang. That weekend will be no fun at all. I’ll say more in a few days, but you should definitely attend. Educational, fun and free. Register here, boys and girls. LAS VELAS! LAS VELAS! The Mexican restaurant belonging to Ginny’s husband opens… Read More anticipation.
Welcome to the Pit, a popular lot outside Cleveland Browns Stadium. We’re having an excellent morning.
If you skipped class last night, you missed a good time. Mrs. Crappy and I attended this fall first session of the Pittsburgh Cultural Trust’s Craft Beer School on Tuesday, mostly because of the co-host: our own Father Spoon, of the infamous Should I Drink That? podcast. Spoon and our mutual friend Tony Knipling of… Read More schooled.
I had the good fortune of a morning assignment downtown today, and as soon as I got in my car, I knew what I was having for lunch. We had never found time to get to Franktuary before, and I knew I was missing out on the kind of stuff that’s right up my alley.… Read More woof.
Uncle Crappy 