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March 22, 2007: When I heard last year that an organization was bringing the grand sport of Rock Paper Scissors to the United States, I'll admit to being more than just a little excited.
March 15, 2007: It's disturbing these days, how politicized the environment and issues like global warming have become.
March 08, 2007: Boy, if I was in charge of this universe, things sure would be a lot different.
March 01, 2007: I hadn't planned on writing another article about my quest to lose weight and become Cooperstown's biggest loser until the Clark Sports Center's Pound By Pound promotion (which inspired the whole thing) concluded at the end of the month.
February 22, 2007: Instead of the regular thematic masterpiece on some aspect of life, this week it's all about the housekeeping. Doesn't exactly make for the most exciting reading material, but it's occasionally necessary.
February 15, 2007: Between my girlfriend's recent wisdom teeth extraction and finally squeezing the last drop of Aquafresh out of my toothpaste tube, I've spent a lot of time lately thinking about teeth and mouth-related moments.
February 8, 2007: A month ago I wrote that I was primed and ready to shed some of my excess weight taking part in the Clark Sports Center's "Pound By Pound" program. For every pound lost the Sports Center gives program participants $2 off the cost of their next membership invoice.
January 25, 2007: When my brother, Soup (so dubbed because his Kindergarten class had three Mikes and his last name was shared by a rather well-known food company) got me a one-month gift subscription to Netflix this Christmas, I didn't think much of it.
January 18, 2007: Well folks after wracking my brain for the past week, I've simply not been able to come up with anything new or enlightening to write about. Perhaps I'm just spent from all the extra writing I've been doing for my latest round of childhood pillaging Ebay auctions.
January 11, 2007: What a whacky, wonderful winter it's been so far. If this is global warming, let's go bomb the hell out of another oil-soaked country in the Middle East and set fire to their reserves.
January 04, 2007: As much as I belittle and revile New Year's resolutions, I've got one of my own this time around. Ridiculous, yes, and in all probability an eventual failure like most others, but an ironclad decree for the moment nonetheless.
December 14, 2006: Two weeks ago, I went into all sorts of juicy detail about why you should wait before purchasing any of those shiny new video game systems for your gaming loved ones this holiday season.
December 07, 2006: With the holiday shopping orgy firmly underway, you might be one of the millions thinking about purchasing a new video game system for a loved one. After all, it's perfect timing: Christmas is coming and two new video game systems were just unleashed on the market.When I started watching a movie Sunday evening, little did I know that by the film's end I'd have tears rolling down my face.
November 02, 2006: When I started watching a movie Sunday evening, little did I know that by the film's end I'd have tears rolling down my face.
October 26, 2006: Two weeks ago, I zipped out to the county office at The Meadows and registered to vote, sneaking in just under the deadline. This is something most people would say I should have done a year and a half ago when I first moved here.
October 12, 2006: I must apologize if my behavior seems a bit erratic lately. It must seem an odd sight, me and my modest (and growing) afro bouncing around town with fist pumping jubilantly at regular intervals and mouth uttering indecipherable gibberish.
September 28, 2006: For the past few weeks, it seems like every issue of the Crier has had an article focused on obesity, the most disastrous scourge striking America today. Stories about the fattening of our nation can be heard on the nightly news and read in the daily newspapers each day as well, and it's clear the issue is not going away anytime soon.
September 14, 2006: It's been five years since those devastating Sept. 11 attacks brutally killed about 3,000 people and set our nation on a collision course with Islamic extremists.
September 07, 2006: My folks called me Sunday evening with some startling news: a big ol' bear seemed to be running amok in the back yard of their home in Stamford.
August 31, 2006: Earlier this week, Iran's president Mahmoud Ahmadinejad challenged our very own fearless leader to a live debate on television.
August 24, 2006: This past weekend was the longest and most luxurious I've had in almost two years, a five-day moratorium on work which rejuvenated and refreshed me beyond words.
August 17, 2006: I was trolling through some old academic files of mine this weekend when I stumbled onto one that completely shattered the very fabric of my insulated little world.
August 10, 2006: As much as I try to write a humorous or idiotic column this week about my latest inanity, it just isn't working.
July 27, 2006: It wasn't until I started strapping on a helmet that I really began to wonder just what the hell I was doing.
July 13, 2006: I have something of a curious relationship with my clothing. Specifically, I'm talking about the casual T-shirts, pants and shorts I wear during non-work hours. The basic outerwear of my existence, basically.
July 6, 2006: One of my college roommates and I spent some time Tuesday night discussing Independence Day, its meaning, its importance, whatever.
June 23, 2006: One of the few humorous points made at the influenza pandemic town meeting (read all about it elsewhere in this issue) came when Bill Bowen from the New York state Office of Homeland Security joked that greetings would feature much less germ transmission if we bumped elbows instead of shook hands.
June 15, 2006: When I'm not pecking away at my keyboard writing an article or offbeat column for the Crier, I'm busy using my computer to look for ET.
June 1, 2006: This weekend I made two mistakes I swore I would never be foolish enough to make: I got hitched and I got inked.
May 25, 2006: Sometimes when I lie awake at night pondering the great mysteries of our time (how can people still support George W. Bush? what exactly is Spam?)
May 11, 2006: A few nights ago I fired up my computer with intent to break the law. With just a few clicks of my mouse, I was all set to pilfer from some hard-working musicians who I would never meet and who would never see any green from my wallet.
May 4, 2006: My name is Casey Campbell and I have a problem. I'm not an alcoholic and this isn't Step 1 of a program meant to help me kick my addiction to vitamin C, but they say the first step on the road to recovery is to admit you have a problem.
April 20, 2006: For the first time in more than six months, I sat at home all Monday night with absolutely nothing to do. Relatively speaking, of course, as the pile of neglected items in my "Adult Responsibility" category seemingly grows higher every day.
April 13, 2006: There are lots of things to be afraid of these days. An unstable economy where company profits are based more on wishful thinking than facts; global unrest exacerbated by our feckless leader's exploits abroad;
April 6, 2006: You'll have to excuse me if I'm slightly incoherent for the next few weeks. Daylight Saving Time has thrown me for a complete loop.
March 30, 2006: Sometimes it's hard not to smile while doing this job. That became patently clear Saturday morning after I strolled through Cooperstown Central School's PTO-sponsored Crayon Carnival looking for some art to use in this week's issue.
March 23, 2006: Last week I provided a potent argument for why video games should matter to you, the non-gaming readers of my column. If you missed it, I suggest you go to our website and print out a couple dozen copies.
March 16, 2006: Consider this fair warning that the following column is going to tread heavily into the realm of the nerdy. It's about video games.
March 9, 2006: You've probably heard this phrase long before you stumbled upon my column of the same name. It comes from Kurt Vonnegut's novel "Slaughterhouse-Five," although it's probable someone somewhere else used it long before he made it famous with his bestselling novel.
March 2, 2006: The Winter Olympics in Turin, Italy are over and I couldn't be any happier.
February 23, 2006: Wow, the column I wrote a little more than a month ago regarding the mop on top of my head elicited more of a response than almost all the rest of my weekly ramblings combined.
February 16, 2006: It all happened so fast. One minute I was sitting at my work station, pondering the mysteries of life and journalism.
February 9, 2006: A little over a month ago, I began selling some things on Ebay, the online auction site. The process is simple: set up an account at old.ebay.com, take a picture of the item you wish to sell, write up a little description, pay a small fee and then allow people from all over the world to bid on your product.
February 2, 2006: "Tonight the state of our union is strong, and together we will make it stronger."
January 26, 2006: After some serious consideration late last night, I decided that when I grow up I want to be a dinosaur.
January 19, 2006: I went and got a haircut this weekend, but please, don't feel obligated to compliment me on my newly coiffed 'do.
January 5, 2006: Instead of the usual wild rant or an engaging - yet utterly random - personal story about lemons or bubble-wrap, I've got something a little different this week.
December 22, 2005: Earlier this week someone wished me a "Merry Christmas." Shocked and outraged, I thumped my chest and declared that I am a secular liberal and I do not appreciate such vile, inconsiderate language or find it appropriate for modern discourse.
December 15, 2005: With the high school basketball season firmly underway, I've been getting slightly nostalgic.
December 8, 2005: I've been conducting something akin to a science lab experiment for the last six months and I can now safely conclude that it has been nothing short of a monumental failure, a colossal catastrophe and several other adjective/noun combos unfit for print.
December 1, 2005: I'm not eloquent enough to begin this with something poetic or deep enough to start with a thoughtful contemplation on life and death, so I'm just going to jump in with a few fond recollections of Jim Wehmeyer, the father of my good friend Adam, who died unexpectedly Tuesday morning at the age of 45.
November 23, 2005: Thanksgiving is a holiday rife with tradition. There's the standard holiday feast with family gathered together in celebration. We also have the opening of the shopping season, in which millions of consumers descend on malls in a frenzy, looking for deals and the perfect gifts.
November 17, 2005: There are three basic kinds of luck in the world today: good, bad and plain old dumb luck.
November 10, 2005: They're just three little words, but oh how I hate them. You know which words I mean. That cute little phrase bandied about every day by English-speakers around the world. Usually said in a slightly higher-pitched voice and almost always accompanied by a too-wide smile, these words leave me pulsating with what can only be described as white fury.
November 3, 2005: This week we continue the tale of four fellas and a sheila on their quest for glory at the 2005 World Rock Paper Scissors Championships in Toronto.
October 13, 2005: If you're one of the unfortunate souls who read my column last week, allow me to take a moment to apologize. I read back through it the other day and it appears the entire abomination was typed with my forehead, as I repeatedly slammed my head against the keyboard in frustration; a frustration stemming from my total inability to string together coherent sentences for the length of a column.
October 6, 2005: The baseball playoffs are here, and with them the annual feelings of betrayal, loathing and utter disappointment felt toward the losers who are watching from the sidelines.
September 29, 2005: Fear for your lives, mortals: I have a George Foreman grill. I say this not because it bestows upon me the powers of the Almighty, as I naively expected, but in anticipation that at some point soon I will stumble upon a recipe that will send the collective waistline of our nation expanding exponentially.
September 22, 2005: In exactly one month, on the twenty-second day of the tenth month in the year 2005, myself and a small band of loyal compatriots will travel to the arctic wasteland in the north to compete in a tournament testing the most ancient art of hand-to-hand combat.
September 8, 2005: The Cooperstown Dreams Park season is over as of last Friday and I, for one, am terribly saddened to see it end. Which might surprise some people.
September 1, 2005: Finally, I'm off probation. No more tip-toeing around or wondering when the hammer's gonna drop. I'm free as a bird and the man's not keeping me down anymore.
August 25, 2005: More than three months of living in self-imposed solitude left me a little unprepared for the spectacle that took place at my apartment Tuesday night.
August 18, 2005: A couple of weeks ago, I got a phone call from a very pleasant gentleman with great news: I was one of the lucky 15 percent of loyal customers set to receive a rebate on my subscription to Rolling Stone magazine.
August 11, 2005: Could there be any month worse than August? Think about it, no matter what your age, August is just an absolute travesty. The warm, sunny weather, the time off from work and days spent lazing around on the beach doing nothing. And who could forget sipping cool lemonade or beer on a porch in the afternoon with friends just chatting about nothing?
August 4, 2005: Wow. You'll have to excuse me for a few minutes as I attempt to recover from the National Baseball Hall of Fame's Induction Weekend.
July 28, 2005: I'm already regretting this column and it's only the first sentence. You see, recent events in Washington D.C. are forcing me to do something I've been putting off as long as possible. They're forcing me to write a serious column.
July 21, 2005: As of this Saturday, I will have officially lived alone in an apartment for nine weeks. Despite this alarming stat and the implied lack of adult supervision, I'm somehow still alive, much to the amazement of my parents, my friends and myself.
July 14, 2005: Some of you may not exactly understand or accept what I am about to tell you, but it's important to keep an open mind for the next few minutes.
July 7, 2005: This July Fourth weekend was a bit different for me. Unlike most years, I went on a mini vacation, down to the sticky heat of Tampa, Florida, where one of my college roommates was getting married to his high school sweetheart.
June 30, 2005: Babies are amazing. Besides their innate cuteness and slightly useful function as perpetuators of our race, they serve humanity in an essential capacity: as boredom alarms.
June 23, 2005: If memory serves me, high school seniors about to walk the plank for graduation have only one thing on their minds these days: graduation parties.
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