Hey peeps, one of the greatest films, uh, like ever is showing tonight at the Trocadero. It’s the back end of back to back Jack, as we are showing the film that won the Academy Award for the year I was born, One Flew Over the Cockoos Nest. If you have not seen this movie, it is an absolute must see. If you have seen this movie, well you ain’t seen it on the big screen, so tonight’s the night. See ya there at 7:30 p.m. for the Wheel of Terrific!

Alright, I’m gonna post photos of this weeks winners and post a senators name under it. You tell me what state they represent. One guess per person. No cheating.

We start on Monday, with the showing of The Shining. I thought the Wheel was going to be a disaster, since people attending a horror movie usually aren’t in the best frame of mind to laugh out loud. But the crowd dug it. The best game was probably “Snowy Labyrinth of Death,” in which a woman had to make her way out a labyrinth that consisted of three boxes before she froze to death. She did. The movie was awesome. At one point, I wandered downstairs and watched it by myself in the main ballroom for a few minutes, with an empty old bar behind me. Creepy.

Tuesday saw a blowout at O’Neals, as Dork Sided cruised to a 107-91 win over the Young the Old and the Restless. The Dorks only missed one question in the final two rounds, acing the popular “Wacky TV Neighbors Round”. (The only question they missed, “What team did the Bears beat 73-0 in the 1940 championship game?” The answer is the Redskins. Early in that game, with the Bears only up 7-0, a Redskin receiver dropped a pass in the end zone. After the game, Redskin QB Sammy Baugh was asked if that play had made a major difference in the game. He said, “Yeah, that would have made it 73-7.”)

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No, I don’t want a new brain, I just want you guys to hang out with me at one of the best movies ever made. I have decided that my last few birthdays have been kind of uneventful, and last years pretty much sucked, so this year I’m going all out to have the best birthday ever. And it’s gonna be a weeklong celebration. Now, I know what you’re thinking: “Johnny, are you really so narcissistic that you think you deserve a full week for your birthday?” And the answer is yes. On Monday, we’re kicking things off with the movie that is one of only three to win Best Picture, Best Director, Best Actor, Best Actress, and Best Screenplay ever. And it also happened to be released the year I was born. And it’s gonna be a birthday party. Now don’t play me like Peter Brady, having a party to celebrate myself and none of you knuckleheads show up except for that girl I saved from the collapsing wall at Driscoll’s. For those of you who have never seen the Wheel of Terrific or been to Movie Monday, this would be a great week to check it out.

Mr. Grady. Jack. The Overlook. On the freaking big screen! The greatest horror film ever (feel free to argue below, though you are wrong) playing at the Troc. 7:30 p.m. And scattered flurries today, as you watch a film that takes place entirely in the snow. I mean, are you serious? Fate wants you here! Hell yes!!!

Lots of celebrity birthdays today, so I’m gonna post pics of the winners with a trivia question about one of our birthday boys and girls. One guess per person.

It was a wild and wacky week on the quizzo front, as several of the Big Guns fell silent. A tough time to do it too, as all of these teams are desperately hoping to build some momentum going into QB3. But we begin with Snakes on a Plane. It was a huge crowd, and the Wheel of Terrific went great. With my co-host Chip Chantry off winning some contest, I got a lot of help from local comedian Pat House and the lovely Ginger. We played all new games, including “Cakes Ain’t the Same”, “Grapes In a ‘Cane”, and “Sweeptstakes to Claim”. Then it was time for the movie, of which I watched a total of 30 seconds (those 30 seconds being the makeout scene in the bathroom. What can I say, I’m 31 going on 14.) But I’m scared of snakes and not really excited about flying, so I just spent the rest of the night at the bar. After that, Ginger and I grabbed late night grub at the House of Chen. And it is here that I must rat out the lovely Ginger. I saw Philadelphia’s Beer Lass drink a Budweiser.
To read about this weeks major upsets, click below.

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Monday. 7:30 p.m. Trocadero. On the big screen. HELL F****** YES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Quizzo regular Steve O. is gonna be playing piano at Cascamorto’s today from 5-8 p.m. THis from Steve: Expect to hear lots of rock and roll, random 80s stuff, and other things you never thought you would hear on a piano. Part music, part comedy, all around craziness. It’s a fun time, and be ready to sing along. In fact, I beg you to sing along.

One offers fine wine, foot massages, Belgian chocolate, and a Caribbean vacation, while another inquires if his future mate is curious about fisting. Hmm…looks like I am not going to find my dream boat on craig’s List. Maybe if the former offered fine beer, back massages, Belgian chocolate, and Belgian vacations it would be his lucky day. I don’t want to eat Belgian Chocolate in the Carribean. I want to drink El Presidente in the Carribean. And I certainly don’t want to meet my lad on Craig’s list.

With Valentine’s Day looming in the not so distant, I decided to take a few moments out from what’s been commented on as my “fascinating life”, and ponder what would make it fascinating on february 14th, or more so, who?

I have three weeks and five days to be swept off my feet. or perhaps sweep him off his. Considering my frequency of watering hole visits- it’s more likely to happen there then during a Philly car share exchange at Broad and Ellsworth.

Truth be told I have had a valentine more years than not, but I have kind of dated the same guy in different bodies for five years now. And I am done. After my last quasi relationship, I started setting rules. No more canuks, no more actors, no more bar managers, bar owners, bar tenders, etc… no more musicians, no more chefs.

But then I thought, should I really pigenohole myself like that? What if I meet a mandolin-playing, part-time restaurant manager, who gets parts every now and then, and calls Nova Scotia home. And- he just so happens to brew his own beer, wants to go running in Fairmount park, play scrabble with me and is also trying to eat as much guacamole as he can in this lifetime. Then what’s a lass to do?