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,

The Voodoo He Do So Well: 2024 Stillers What-Have-You

Yinz already know I'm going through the "life transition," and whatever. I'll take my D- on this, and be happy not be exiled to Lowratio's outhouse for a fortnight. Between my work computer not having access to funny gifs, and my home computer is suddenly quite ill, on top of everything...

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

Monday Morning Mock Draft: This Is The End

OK, so I'm not gonna lie:  I went out and had a few pints this afternoon and kind of forgot about this until 10:19 pm.  I then tried to get into Slack because I've got a couple of suggestions in there I was saving for just such an occasion, but

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

Party On…Forever!

Banner Image from Tenor Interior, a large apartment festooned with festive fall furnishings and frills. Beneath a hastily hoisted Happy Halloween sign there be a bevy of buzzing Barbies beating back beverages to blur their bashfulness. It's a Halloween party, for sure, but while the decor, costumes, and TikTok-inspired scarecuterie boards