Darwin’s Waiting Room

I know, I know, I’m a pain in the ass. Still no photos. I have other deadlines. Hold your horses.

This will keep you amused in the meantime. Shawn is performing with the comedy group Darwin’s Waiting Room for three weekends, and the local WMUR news channel did a segment for their magazine show NH Chronicle:

Darwin's Waiting Room – New Hampshire Chronicle – WMUR New Hampshire.

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Google+ Talent Show

Shawn was tonight’s winner of the first-ever Google+ Talent Show!

Told you I’d be hanging out in Google+.

He joined the talent show Hangout and played his Theremin that he constructed from a kit way-back-in-the-day. And of course he won.

The screenshot below (courtesy of Bruce Garber) shows the Theramin performance, and the people below him are the judges and other contestants in the Hangout watching him perform.

And if winning wasn’t enough, he then had a song written about him by the talent show host, Matthew Carano. Make sure to view Ode to Shawn Crapo and His Theremin.

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NYC in August

We made a weekend trip to NYC so we could catch up with Coney Island before it becomes completely Disneyfied:

    + Aquarium
    + Boardwalk
    + Wonder Wheel
    + Freak Show
    + New Luna Park
    + Cyclones baseball game

I also wanted to visit the Red House, my old Manhattan apartment building where I lived for ten years, and specifically wanted to try to get into the lobby. When we arrived, a woman was exiting the building and held the door open for us (too trusting). The interior is exactly the same, nothing has changed, which gave me a stalled-in-time sensation. Oscar my superintendent is still there, though I didn’t get to see him. That would have been fun.

The only thing that has changed is price. As you can see from this listing, in May 2010 my small studio apartment (unit #1) was going for #1,350 per month. When I left in November 2001, I was paying $690 per month. (Note: the website is incorrect in that there is no doorman. Would have been great if there was. I wouldn’t have had so many package delivery snafus.)

We then strolled through Central Park to get to the Upper East Side (passport country—I rarely hung out on the east side because I’ve never liked it and still don’t). Our destination was the Park Avenue Armory because the Royal Shakespeare Company is doing a guest repertory stint there this summer, and we had tickets for The Winter’s Tale. The RSC built not just a set, but an an entire theatre, inside the Armory. A building-inside-a-building. The actors didn’t disappoint, the set was great, and they had a giant puppet. We all know my affinity for giant puppets.

But it was a hot and humid weekend. On Saturday we had the Coney Island breeze to keep us cool, but Sunday was a typical claustrophobically-humid summer city day with no breathable air.

Click for photos from August 6 & 7, 2011

Sketchy Santas book

Last year I submitted a photo to SketchySantas.com and they used it on their website. After the holidays they contacted me that they wanted to use the photo in a forthcoming book, so I said sure, completed their legal mumbojumbo, and promptly forgot about it until last week when they emailed me that the book is published, which I took to mean that my photo made the final cut.

Today during lunch I went to Barnes & Noble to peruse it and sure enough, the photo of me and my brother appears on page 53. I’m not responsible for the unfunny caption beneath the photo.

(And since last year, the SketchySantas.com website has been bought by the Fail Blog/Cheezburger people.)

For $10, the small paperback makes a cute stocking stuffer. I of course had to waive rights to any royalties to appear in the book—no money will be going into my pocket.

Happy Holidays to all!

Click here to order your Sketchy Santas book

Or just enjoy the photo without buying the book

Grease Sing-a-Long

The Grease Sing-a-Long was only a two-week run, so the opportunity was grabbed and we headed back into Boston, the only place in my area that it was playing.

A good portion of the audience was me-clones—women my age (who were 11 or 12 years old when it came out), either in groups, or with their husbands. The three-women-in-a-group next to me were having the same blast as me—not only were we singing along, but we still knew every word of dialogue and were talking back to the screen—good example of the brain retaining useless information. I was impressed that I wasn’t the only nut when I was a kid—wish I knew them back then.

Click for photos from July 10, 2010

Mets. vs. Marlins

On Friday, June 4, I drove Mom to NYC to accompany her to a wedding that weekend. Luckily for me, the Mets were on a homestand, so couseen Mary and I treated ourselves to VIP seats for the game on Saturday, June 5.

I only get to one game per year, and for this one we decided to go hog-wild because we could. They were once-in-a-lifetime tickets thanks to their price, but we were finally able to experience the VIP seating behind home plate, with access to the private club located behind the press box.

Get too hot watching the game? Escape to the private club for some air conditioning. The cushioned VIP game seats are still not comfy enough? Escape to the private club for a more cushy, more comfy couch. Tired of squinting in the sun? Escape to the private club and watch the game on a high-def flatscreen TV. That was livin’. And we’ll never experience a Mets game quite the same way again.

The professional photographers managed to seek us out again, twice. Happens every time lately. We’re in the sixth row in this gallery, and we’re in the ninth row in this gallery.

The Mets defeated the Marlins, 6-1, with D-Wright hitting a two-run homer, and Ike Ike Baby going 4-4 on the day.

When you release two goofball Mets fans in Queens for the day, this is what you get.


Thanks to everyone for voting—that was fun. The winner is both photos, with 46.2% of the votes. Next up was ball girl with 38.5% of the votes, which surprised me—I thought for sure that second birthday would beat ball girl, considering second birthday was more involved and required more people, set-up, and coordination—but second birthday only garnered 15.4% of the votes. And thankfully none of you asked me to start over with a new photo—it took me long enough to get around to staging these photos—having to do another round would have taken awhile.

Below is a rejected photo due to the complicated pose. The Orioles cap belonged to Bill—he was visiting that night and apparently in the late 60’s he rooted for Baltimore.