A Yinzer Rant About Dirt (Stillers At the Bye Primer)

Redshirt's Dirt Bungles contingent may challenge Milly-waw-kay for Central Division domination for a while. The Best Fans in Based Balls should be paying attention. Same for the Small Bears. Congrats, Redshirt. Its not the Cardinals or Cubs, no problem here. Not to worry about the Dirt Stillers, though. Bob Nutting's smothering

It’s Thursday Already? Carpenter Afternoon Hang-Out

Maybe it's just me, but the week immediately after the Superb Owl always tend to drag a little. There's almost a sense of dread, the looming off-season is now officially here, and the build-up for the game this week isn't there. If you're Jest or The Pauls fan, it's a

Dante Hicks Tribute Carpenter Jorb

Allegheny County 9-1-1, what's the address--- oh, so(u)rry. Force of habit and whatnot. Actually, if yinz didn't know, there's a pre-recorded bump of that message so we don't shred our vocal chords repeating it dozens of times a day. There are many other phrases we repeat dozens of times of day

Your mid-Wednesday Carpenter Jorb

I'm taking it upon meself to throw this up. I would have earlier, but I was dealing with a litany of... Yinzerness. Plus, I can't use this is side of DFO at the PSAP. Also, we bottomed out (heh heh "bottomed out" huh huh) at -9 degrees MURICKAN this morning. Anyway,

Subsequent GTD Reflections (Non-Union, Boricua Edition)

Hola fellow DFO'er.  Hope you're well today. And thanks for coming back even though GTD is off on vacation abroad with Mrs. Decision—Happy Anniversary Woooo! I trust they’re having a great time and enjoying a prime marriage event: being in international waters with no brood in sight. Slammin’. On the local

Friday Morning Brain Farts/Carpenter Jorb

In lieu of actual prose, here's some randomness to waste time while waiting for DJ 3000 to reload munitions from last night's operations the playlist. I semi-successfully managed to get through my first week as a 9-1-1 operator without causing any serious harm. So, that's a plus. Somehow I've managed to

A Thursday Afternoon Carpenter Existential Experience!

Greetings, hola, guten tag, ni how, and yadda yadda. I swear the month of February exists only to mess with people's sense of time, space, and perception. 2024 is already six weeks old, we never really had winter in Yinzburgh, and I can't tell if the days are getting longer (sort

Your “How the Hell Is it Mardi Gras?” Open Night Chatty-Chat

Seriously. T-Swift can'y even stand yet after post-Owl celebrations her and Travis have been doing, and it's friggin' Lent tomorrow. On Valentine's Day! Anyway, it's Mardi Gras tonight, so NAWLINS had to have been weirder than normal this past weekend/week. I'm grew up Catholic, and now generously describe myself as "lapsed" at

Your Yinzer/Wing How Did We Get Here Playoff Afternoon Thread

  Well... For the life of me, I still cannot piece together this season. We saw QB2s all the way to QB102, all of which were still better than Uncle Jack Pickett, Kissin' Tittay Truthbisket, and especially MILF Hunter Z. As always, our pugilist, law-talkin' aquatic mammal's write up about the weekend's