Welcome to the worst day of the year! Ready, set, be miserable! In honor of this glorious day, I would like to open up the forum to you guys. What is the most depressing song ever? “Eve of Destruction” and “Alone Again, Naturally” are up there, but my nomination is above. That being said, I kind of like how peppy the song is at the same time it is so depressing.

• Trivia Art of Foobooz fame was selected as judge for a Bobby Flay show a couple of days ago. If you’d like to hear more about it, just stand in his general vicinity for the next several days. He’ll tell you all about how close he and his “good friend Bob F.” are. But he won’t tell you who won.
• Ginger (above, with her despised Budweiser) and I had the same New Years Resolution: Be classy. So we grabbed a drink at XIX a couple of weeks ago and today we had lunch at Amada. It was plenty classy, at least until I asked the server if I could get some more french fries. Hey, I’m still learning! Anyways, she’s having a women’s beer club meeting tonight at the Standad Tap at 6 p.m., and there’s a rumor that she’s gonna be hosting the wild card round tomorrow at the Good Dog.
• Our good friends at the Metro were featured in a cover story at Philadelphia Weekly, where fellow American Gladiator gambler D-Mac plies his wares. And the article randomly contains a sentence about Steve O. Why, this whole city is just one big happy family! Now let’s all hold hands and sing “Do You Believe” by Cher!

There is much talk about Philly Live!, the entertainment venue that is being proposed down by the sports arenas. On the one hand, it would be a lot of fun to have somewhere to hang out after a Phils win (or a Sixers loss) besides McFaddens, but something tells me this place is probably going to offer me a Hard Rock and a TGI Fridays as my other options. One of my favorite things about this city is that usually for a business to survive here, it needs to have some Philly favor, and I see this thing as a homogenized corporate behemoth filled with the GAP, McDonald’s, and Starbucks. Of course, I’m not the demographic they are hoping to reach, so maybe this thing will work out after all. And hey, they’ve done a nice job in the stadiums of promoting local spots (McNally’s at CB Park, Johnny Brendas at the Linc, for instance.), so they could prove me wrong. I hope so. What are your thoughts?

Ok, first of all, when you search google images for Alycia Lane, Eric B. and Rakim come up on page 2, which is awesome because Alycia is one of my favorite women ever and Rakim is one of my favorite rappers ever. Secondly, Philly Mag wrote a short book about Lane in their upcoming edition, which you can read here, and which does not contain a single mention of me at all. Why? Simple. Because the love between Alycia and I is forbidden, and our secret would be revealed if I discussed it in some glossy mag. The only people who truly know how Alycia and I feel about each other are Alycia, myself, and you, the loyal readers of this website.