Can you dig it?

Mine has a new app. It’s called “delicious.” Raffi turns 61 today.

This should be a good one. Me, My Little Brother, and Chip Chantry are off to grab pie. I’m not telling where on here, but you’ll know if you follow me on twitter. Be back this afternoon. In the meantime:

Why JC Romero should not get suspended.

Jose Garces highlighted in Philly Mag.

Best sentence we’ve read in a newspaper in a long time? “The Internet is both a help and a hindrance,” said longtime porn performer and producer Dave Cummings, who expects his next movie, “Knee Pad Nymphos Volume 10,” to fall victim to online thieves.

Steve-O and I went to Homeslice in Northern Liberties on Saturday. I’ll have the review up this afternoon.  That evening, a few blocks from where we grabbed a slice in as tranquil of a spot as you’ll find in Philly, a double murder took place.  It gets crazier the more I read about it.

Investigators said they found four kilos of cocaine and more than $100,000 in her seventh-floor apartment.

Four kilos is not a small amount of cocaine. It’s almost 9 pounds. It is going to be interesting to see how this whole thing shakes down. Attractive white woman involved in rap game gunned down at high end condo, with big money and coke involved? Let’s not kid ourselves, this is highly sensational. However, I wonder if local news will downplay it for fear of upsetting advertisers in an up and coming part of the city. Or am I just a cynical, tin-hatted conpiracist goon? What do you guys think?

You’re so vain, you probably think these birthday wishes are for you. This would be a great Arthur Kade theme song by the way.

And it’s not even really close, even though the facebook suggestion of Cannibal Holocaust certainly carried some intrigue. Here is Gabe’s story, in case you missed it in the comments:

The worst first date movie I or anybody else ever took someone to see is “Trouble Every Day,” which was the last film being shown the last day of the Philadelphia Film Festival about 7 years ago. I had been flirting over the bar where I worked with a woman for weeks, and we had talked about going to the Festival, but I never got up the nerve to ask her to go. The day before the Festival ended, sensing my chance to ask her out without it being awkward almost over, I finally ask her if she wants to go on the last night with me. I had no idea what film they were showing, and I failed to mention that to her. She agrees, no questions asked.
The movie, starring a pre-Brown Bunny Vincent Gallo, has about 20 words of dialogue and revolves around a group of de facto vampires who walk around, having brutal, graphic sex with people, then eating parts of their bodies. In one scene the woman rips the lips off the man beneath her with her teeth, in another a man goes down on a woman and proceeds to actually eat her…oh, and there’s a scene where Gallo masturbates against the glass door of a shower, avec money shot.People walked out of the theater cursing. I mustered up the courage to look at her once during the film, just to see if she was still there or if she had called 911. She was, and she didn’t, though, in retrospect, I guess I wish I had walked out myself. We ended up going out for two more years.

It is the 103rd anniversary of the first Crime of the Century of the 20th century. And no wonder. This murder included sex, fame, and a red velvet swing that naked young women played on. 

Did the CIA kill Bobby Kennedy? I was watching a show on mind control last night and the topic came up, so I decided to look into it, and many people think so. There are others who say that Sirhan Sirhan worked alone.

George Orwell would be turning 106 today. While he is best known for 1984 and Animal Farm, he also wrote some very interesting short stories and newspaper articles. Here is one called Revenge is Sour:  But what this scene…brought home to me was that the whole idea of revenge and punishment is a childish daydream. Properly speaking, there is no such thing as revenge. Revenge is an act which you want to commit when you are powerless and because you are powerless: as soon as the sense of impotence is removed, the desire evaporates also.

Just read that Barack and Michelle’s first date was going to the theatre to see Do the Right Thing*. Great movie, terrible first date movie. I passed this info on to Trivia Art, who then proceeded to inform me that his parent’s first date was to see Clockwork Orange, which is even worse. So what do you think? What is the worst possible first date movie? Have you ever made a terrible first date decision? (Mine was not paying attention to the announcements at the roller rink.) Please answer below.

*Before you blow a gasket, Bob T, let it be known that the article was about the movie, not the President.