Damn, just found out last night that tickets to tonight’s quizzo spectacular are only 75 cents if you only wanna play quizzo and not see the rest of the museum. Starting at 9 p.m. IMAX tix are only 75 cents, so just tell ’em you want IMAX tix. Then, after quizzo, you are welcome to take in an IMAX as well. Don’t worry, I’m probably not gonna get started at 9 p.m. on the dot. Also, rumors of Johnny rapping tonight are completely unfounded, so don’t listen to them. Seriously.
Month: April 2006
Science Gig Tommorrow Night
A’ight, it’s on. Saturday night at 9 p.m. at the Franklin Institute. You do have to pay a nominal fee to get in (Eve: if you decide to attend, I will pay for your ticket-jgt). If you just wanna play quizzo, then you can just pay whatever the IMAX costs, which is really cheap. But I say, what the hell, if you’re gonna be at the museum anyway, you might as well check out some of the other stuff first, so get a general admission ticket. And to answer the question I’ve gotten the most: yes, they will be serving booze!
Related: More info on Science Spectacular.
Narcotizing Dysfunktion Wins
The Narkotizing Dysfunktion won at the Bards on Tuesday night over the Sofa Kingdom, then expressed some surprise that this blog never really took off. “It really seemed like it was headed in the right direction,” said Stan Fretangelo of the Dysfunktion. “It was snarky, energetic, you could get to it by googling Dick Trickle. I especially liked the part where the guy talked about how awesome he was. That was my favorite.”
Stankfinger
Man, rough night last night. The team that finished next to last somehow talked me into playing a game called Strankfinger. You ever heard of this? It’s horrifying. All the players put their finger on a glass of beer in the middle. Then the first player counts, “One two three” and then announces how many fingers they think will remain on the glass. The other players, after “three”, decide whether or not to leave their finger on the glass. Once you guess correctly, you’re out. The last player left has to drink out of the glass everybody’s had their finger on. Uh, yeah, kind of gross. I totally kicked ass at this game.
Man, I got a lot of s*** to do today. I gotta post stories, grab pizza, and prepare questions for tommorrow. And all with a hangover. This life of leisure ain’t all it’s cracked up to be. Tonight, I might go to the Tucker Max party. I haven’t decided. It’s a fundraiser for his defense against Anthony Dimeo, who is taking Max to court.
RELATED: The Tucker Max threads that led to the lawsuit.
What you are about to read is true
Every word of it, including the quotes. That must be understood, right off the bat. The following is a work history of Willie Gee (above), a friend of mine from back home. It has been compiled by another friend of mine, Nat “the Truth” Jones. This is an accounting for of every job Willie has ever had, and the reason for his quitting or termination, or, in some cases, both at the same time. If you enjoy Henry Earl’s arrest record, you’re going to enjoy this.
1. Summer 1993 – Gardener A nice couple in Silver Beach hired this bright-eyed teen to tend to their prized garden while they took a well deserved summer vacation. Willie, in his first real work experience, “messed up the timers” and “everything died”. He was promptly fired upon the couple’s return home.
2. Summer and Fall 1993 – Gardener A gentleman named Donnie Walters, despite Willie’s history of ineptitude in the area of botany, decided to give the kid another crack at it and gave him the job of taking care of his garden. This job went on uneventfully for “a couple months” and then Willie quit. “He wanted too much for what he was paying,” Willie would later comment.
3. Summer 1994 – Camp Counselor Willie was recruited by the Hoods, teachers that he had relationships with for years in school, to work as a junior counselor at Camp Greenbrier for Boys in Alderson, West Virginia. Things were rocky almost at once. “I lasted the summer,” Gee would later state. “But I was told I could never come back.” Among the many things he did during his seven weeks at camp was covering children with shaving cream in the middle of the night.
4. 1995 – Cook and Dishwasher Willie worked at the Nassawadox restaurant Little Italy “for about 5 months on the weekends”. He was never a model employee; he was terminated after a dispute with Franco Nocera (owner and proprietor of said establishment) that ended with Willie giving the boss the finger behind his back but “in front of a bunch of other people.”
Are you ready to rock?
“We knew that after last year… we could not afford to have a let-down,” John Street told a crowd this morning on Independence Mall in announcing this year’s “Welcome America” festival events for June 27 through July 4. (from Philly.com) No, we cannot afford a let-down after Live 8. So there was only one artist who could keep the momentum going, who could get this city as excited as it was last year, who could rock Philadelphia to the f****** core! And that artist is…Lionel Richie? What? Was Billy Ocean unavailable?
Beware My Wrath!!!
Bobby Badtimes here. Well, spring is in the air, and you know what that means…that pedestrians start getting real cocky. Somehow the warm weather makes them feel like a 2,500 lb. piece of steel moving at 25-30 mph can’t inflict major damage on their internal organs. So they just saunter out in front of you in your car, sometimes even looking you in the eyes as if to say, “I’m a pedestrian, and I alllllllways have the right away, no matter what the light says.” But I’ve come up witha neat little approach to deal with this problem: I’m going to start hitting two of you a week with my car until this bull**** stops. Not hard, I’m not trying to kill anybody here. Just a gentle little tap to take out your knees and send you sprawling to the pavement. Just hard enough to send a message that you’re on my road, and I’m the one with the deadly piece of steel.
Johnny in the Metro
Hey, if you can’t grab a copy, just click here for the PDF file. The story is on page 14. Judging by the placement of my photo, the editorial staff thought my story was more imortant than that of TomKat having a baby; a baby born…IN DEATHLY SILENCE!!!! In answer to a question I’ve gotten in hundreds of e-mails today (and by hundreds, I mean zero): yes, I will sign your copy of today’s Metro at quizzo tonight.
Favorite Pizza so far
Alright, gang. Here’s the list of pizza places I have hit iin the Great Pizza Hunt so far, in order of my enjoyment. Yes I know I have not hit Tacconelli’s or Marra’s. They are both still on the list. I was gonna hit Marra’s with my parents on Sunday, but Jesus prevented that from happening. The pizza places are graded on a 1-5 pepperoni scale, with 5 being the supreme piece of pizza. Thus far, the highest score I have is a 4, and I’ve only given out one of those. And you thought LaBan was tough! Feel free to argue with this list, or to provide places you think I should hit that I haven’t gone to yet. And check back later today. Bobby Badtimes is set to return to the website. Pizza listing after the jump.
Johnny Grabs Pizza with his peoples
The Pizza Hunt continued on Sunday, as Johnny and his Ma and Pa went out to grab a slice. Now, Sunday was apparently a celebration of some sort of cult figure dying and then rising from the dead, a cult figure worshipped by almost every single person in this city who produces pizza. Place after place was closed, so we finally settled on J & J Pizza in the Italian Market. It was a corner spot in the Italian Market that didn’t really seem to get a ton of traffic. Things were quiet, but there was a tv inside that was on. It was on the “community channel”, you know the one that shows you a graphic to let you know that Edna’s knitting circle will be meeting at Episcopal at 6:30 on Tuesday. I love that channel. Anyways, we ordered our pizza (pepperoni) and they brought it out. It was decent, but it didn’t really blow my doors or anything. I asked my mom to send an email with her thoughts about J & J:
Son, I swiped some of your stamps -sorry. The pizza was just a good old-fashioned homemade pizza. It was the kind with more cheese than tomato sauce, which was a plus in my book, and the price was reasonable. Also, it was served in a tiny restaurant where people probably eat on the run as opposed to a restaurant where one would chill or hang out. No beer available. I give it three pepperonis. Thanks for lunch both days and for a wonderful weekend which we enjoyed every minute of! Remember to take your vitamins!
My mom always tells me to take my vitamins. I got another e-mail from her later in the day, after I sent out my weekly newsletter. Apparently I misused an apostrophe, something my mom does not take lightly. This was the entire content of that email: You do not need an apostrophe in a possessive pronoun. Did you learn nothing in 7th grade English? Anyway, the pizza was ok. Nothing great. If you’re in the Italian Market, I would suggest Lorenzo’s. I give J&J 2 and a half pepperonis.
