Yo peeps, we’re gonna give away a bunch of stuff this week. I’ve got tix to the current Philadelpia Theatre Company’s production of Murderers to give away, as well as tickets to see the Romantics and other bands at the Rolling Rock and Roll Show at the Troc on Thursday.

I’m gonna post the winners followed by a famous quote. You are going to write in the comments section who said it. No googling the quote! It’s not like you win anything (other than glory), so cheating to find the answer would be really lame. One guess per person.

The only team that answered both the Star Trek and ALf questions correctly won at the private gig at Houston Hall on Penn campus on Wednesday. Here is the quote:
“I went to a restaurant that serves “breakfast at any time”. So I ordered French Toast during the Renaissance.”

…I’m heading to Jersey to be in a music video. Don’t ask. I really don’t know how this happened. But I’ll be back Sunday to post results of this week. Remember, Monday night: Football quizzo at 7:30 p.m., followed by Monday Night Football, Eagles vs. Packers on the movie screen with concert sound AND the Wheel of Terrific at halftime. Boo-yaka-shot.

The plan: Finish up my private gig last night, go watch the end of the Phillies game and grab a quick beer, then still be home early. I haven’t paid my bills in months, and I’ve got a lot of work to get done on Thursday, so it’s important that I get a good night’s sleep!
The reality: Phils game goes an excrutiating 14 innings, lasting well past midnight. I have a few beers. Then things get ugly. The freaking rocket scientists I’m hanging out with decide that we should celebrate the Phils win by drinking mind erasers. Not one, but two. I never do shots. Why? So I never feel the way I do RIGHT F****** NOW! To make matters worse, I had a construction crew at my house at 9 a.m., so I’ve been lying in bed, listening to drills and hammers for the past 2+ hours. I am in a world of pain.

If TO had taken 35 pills, would doctors really let him practice football the next day? I mean, seriously. I don’t know what happened last night, but I believe what Terrell says. Remember a couple of years ago when everyone was convinced that Mike Piazza was gay, so he had to answer questions about it? I think this is even more pathetic than that. Nice job, drive-by media. I forgot, what type of champagne was John Mark Karr drinking on the plane?

Yeah, there were two things that could have happened last night. Either he had an allergy or he tried to commit suicide. But “Suicide” makes for much sexier headlines, more page views, and higher ratings. So you go with the suicide story and don’t lend any credence to the other very possible story. Another miserable perormance by our unaccountable news media who doesn’t report news, but reports speculation.

OK, before you go apes*** because you think that TO tried to kill himself, keep in mind that there’s a decent chance that he didn’t. Remember that this is the same drive by media that gave us Richard Jewel and John Mark Karr, a media that has no interest in accountability, only in sexy,explosive headlines. Police reports are by no means the final say in what really happened, they are simply what’s reported to the police. The woman reporting this might not have known how many pills were in the bottle before TO took them, and just said something in the heat of the moment. I wouldn’t be at all surprised if this is a reaction to his pain pills. So wait until the facts are out before you freak out, because there’s a lot more of what we don’t know than what we do.
Related: Here’s the police report.

OK, first off, this is NOT SAFE FOR WORK! This guy never stops cussing. But you must watch it when you get home, because it is absolutely unbelievable.

Here’s some more info on the good Reverend X.

So I had a big day planned for today. Gym, pay bills, post winners from Quizzo on website. Big day, big day. Then Trivia Art was like, “Hey ya wanna go to Amada, they have a $12 lunch?” I was like, “Sure, $12 sounds great.” Well, a couple of other friends joined us, and two pitchers of sangria and $150 later, it’s 4:30 p.m., and I’m leaving for the ballgame in an hour and a half. There will be no bills paid, no gym, and no pics from quizzo. But if it’s any consolation, I feel freaking great. Let’s go Phils!

*We just saw that our good friend over at Blinq, Dan Rubin, thinks that Paris Hilton is a genius. In other news, we just lost all respect for one of our favorite bloggers.

*A couple of days ago, Philebrity broke the beatdown offered by Philly’s finest in Old City. Am I the only one who hopes that police start beating down random clubgoers in Old City every weekend?

*Johnny ain’t the only one reviewing local pizza.

*If you haven’t already, read the lively debate about the casinos in the comments section under my Big Bopper interview.

*And finally, I got a text message on my cell phone last night, moments after asking Trivia Art for a favor. Apparently Trivia Art tried to send it to someone else, but accidentally sent it to me: “Just got a text from Goodtimes, ‘Can you tivo Grey’s Anatomy?’ What a chick.”