If any of you are wondering where the heck the Cranky Awards are, blame the ghost of WP Sullivan who died in my bedroom in 1929. He hexed the boiler in my elderly house causing a total meltdown in subzero temperatures. The freezing cold fallout left my roommate and I playing musical chairs with the circuits on our fuse boxes to see how many heaters we could plug in before the finest electrical wiring provided by the post-war, pre-moon landing era completely exploded.
In that shuffle, computers took a back seat to more pedestrian concerns. Like making sure our toilet didn’t freeze.
But now we have a boiler again. And I have a vicious head cold! So Cranky Awards should be appearing shortly!
Just as soon as I get done cuddling my cast iron radiator like a recently resurrected lover.
Son of Stuck Funky 
ComicBookHarriet,
I know it is misery on top of misery, but I think you write Batton- Lefty, better than TB ever did.
🤩😱😍🤠💠🧿
You don’t want pipes to freeze because they burst.
1/22: We get to the point, sort of. Batiuk likes getting paid to do this.