You are all such wonderful typists, uh keyboardists. Absolutely flawless. But what about your penmanship? Continue reading
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Back by special request, we are bringing you our latest contest installment: CASSEROLES. You love them, they’re easy, they usually contain some wonderful form of cheese. What’s not to like? But after awhile, you do end up running out of ideas and it’d be great to get new ones to reinvigorate the ol’ repertoire. We only have a few weeks left of winter so why not celebrate the end with homey goodness? Conversely, what better way to celebrate spring with one made with new vegetables? Continue reading
Here’s a million dollars. No, wait. I’m feeling extra generous: take two million. Continue reading
This picture may be tardy to the party, as it was taken during Michael Jackson’s Tribute Concert in Fall ’11, but I believe we can still have a good time with it.
Mock! Critque! Empathize! Deconstruct! Draw a monocle! Anything, just bring your A game. Continue reading
It was a hard fight that came down to the wire with one edging out the other by only the tiniest of margins, sort of like that whole Santorum/Romney Iowa debacle. Sheesh. Yikes. While we’re renaming things, can we rename both Santorum and Romney? How about Conservatives Unite Moneybomb (C.U.M)? Oops, that’s already taken. Gosh Darn! How could they know what we were thinking? This is probably the best name of anything in the whole world ever! Hipsters need to hire Rick Santorum to be their PR man.
Well, you know, those hipsters who aren’t retired. The retired ones? Yeah, we’ve already got a name for them. Continue reading
The big melting pot of America has many accents. Or at least you all do but I speak nothing but straight up American.
There is a neat quiz that helps analyze what type of accent you have.
Report back. Continue reading
Yesterday, you guys came up with some really great potential names for the retired hipster. So good, in fact, we should probably take it to a vote. We wouldn’t want those former hipsters wandering around aimlessly without a name would we? Continue reading
Hemingway once wrote a story in just six words (“For sale: baby shoes, never worn.”) and is said to have called it his best work.
What say you, Crasstonians? Care to try? The rules are simple. You have six words and unlimited punctuation to tell a story. Here’s a few to get things going.
This is Mary Lynn circa 1966. She alone bore NotSoDeepSouth into this world and while looking into this image, so ripe with promise and innocence, who could hold that fact against her? (Shut up: it’s not entirely her fault I’m so damaged)
Reviewing 1966 in The Googles, I see that it wasn’t all smiles and eyebrows. Vietnam, IRA bombings, Communism (not the fruit growing, hemp loving, feminist bookstore frequenting kind, the other kind), The Beach Boys, Bob Dylan, Fidel Castro – the list could go on forever.
In that other age of turmoil, upset and unrest it warms my heart to see that Mary Lynn, the lady I call Momma, had it together – at least she appears to have it together in this photograph. She will forever be smiling into the distant unknowable future with that soft glow of goodness we know as yesteryear. Continue reading
Today Rachel Maddow tweeted something about “Feel the Huntsmentum!” and it left me wondering: If Huntsman only had one moment to say anything, surely that moment is now. What would that something be? What should that something be?
“Don’t anybody move! I’ve lost my contact lens!” Continue reading