Hey gang, we’re showing the cult classic Rocky Horror Picture Show Tonight at the Trocadero. There will be a Rocky Horror troupe performing and selling bags of props for the film. Are you a Rocky Horror Virgin? Click “Continue Reading…” below to find out when to use your props. You can bring some props yourself, others will be provided by the troupe. And yes, we will be doing the Wheel of Terrific at 7:30 p.m. This is gonna be fun. Hope to see you there.
Week In Review
It all started on Monday (as so many weeks do) with a showing of Teen Witch at the Trocadero. Now, in case you are wondering who listens to the Preston and Steve Show, it is apparently women who just love Teen Witch. I suspect that they wouldn’t do very well at quizzo. No offense, of course. But anyway, I told you there were gonna be a ton of women at this thing, and I was right. The Wheel of Terrific was pretty terrific, though Preston and Steve didn’t seem real interested and just announced that we were doing “some quizzo thing” upstairs. I hate to say it, but it’s true: Chip and I are a hell of a lot funnier than Preston and Steve. But they are obviously a lot more popular among the Teen Witch crowd. The highlight of the Wheel was when an unsuspecting contestant ate an apple filled with razor blades, though things did get a little bloody.
The 4th Annual Halloween Spooktacular began on Tuesday, as the Embarrasmintz returned to the winners circle at O’Neals with a 103-82 win over Johnny’s Wig is Atrocious. A team consisting of two women was called I Hope I don’t See Johnny in the Mirror tonight. (Congrats to O’Neals, btw, who not only won for best sports bar, but who also celebrated their 27th anniversary on Thursday). At the Bards, it was the Table of the Damned who earned a 95-86 win over the Dysfunktion, helped along by four points they earned by dressing up. Wednesday saw a blowout, and a huge upset.
Thank You
Just want to thank televangelists everywhere for never failing to amuse with their crass hypocricy. Seriously, we should get a data base of everyone who donates money to televangelists and take them out behind a barn and shoot them, b/c we really don’t need anyone that stupid to be breeding.
What?
This from the City Paper, about La Lupe: The chorizo taco at La Lupe costs $2. That means two tacos = $4. S***’s tasty, too — poked with sprigs of cilantro, smothered in an alarmingly green salsa and served with a side of sliced cucumber.
Hey guys, I’m no food critic, but I’m pretty sure that if you’re trying to talk up a restaurant, you don’t use the term “s***’s tasty”. Ever. Ever ever ever. Seriously. S***’s lame.
Other food news: We’re still the best at tipping. As a long time former server, I say, “Rock on, Philly!”
JGT in 34th Street Magazine
There are a lot of haters out there, according to 34th Street Magazine, which today came out with a piece about Rock Paper Scissors. Of course, I just skimmed through the article until I found the part about me:
Johnny Goodtimes, the City League Champ and self-described “champion athlete,” relishes talking to reporters and the film crew, and often repeats his grand and humorous statements about his famous win. Though he will play in Toronto, he has retired from American play because “I’m already an international megastar, due to the Quizzo empire, and I don’t need the accolades and the glory and the casual sex and everything else that’s attached to being a champion.” Though he is being sardonic, there is no smile on his face and only a hint in his voice that he might be less than serious.
Around the horn
-Is anyone else having problems with fruit flies? I mean, it’s not like I eat fruit, so I don’t know what these guys are doing here. My mom said that she had ’em bad down in Virginia, but is anyone else getting them, or is my family cursed?
–King of the hipsters gets profiled. Those ironic hipsters love the fact that it’s in Philadelphia Magazine. One of the hipsters sounds unironic, though, like a Rouge regular. Another Philly scenester at the table, Ryan Creed, tells me: “You’re right now sitting at the center of Philadelphia top-shelf, A-list hipster power.” I laugh — and then realize he’s mostly serious.
-Tired of wearing those contemporary jerseys that show off your belief in Jesus? Then you need a Christian throwback jersey! (The girl modeling the Genesis jersey is way too hot to be a Christian.) Thanks to Phil for sending this in.
-Huge upset and somebody ups the ante on the Fado vs. Black Sheep quizzo rivalry. Details coming tommorrow.
Haiku Debacle comes to a quiet close
In what has been judged the worst contest in the history of mankind, JGT has decided to announce the winners for the 2nd Annual JGT Haiku Extravaganza. Of course, the initial 31 haikus were lost to the machine, as they were eaten by cyberspace and will probably be seen on tv sets in England in like three years (updated link. Previous one to AI story made no sense. Everything about this contest is jinxed!) Anyways, three people pretty much provided all of the haikus from that point on, those people being Darth Ern, EE, and Palestra Jon. And they all had at least one good one. But Ern’s were almost all about politics, so he was eliminated. Palestra Jon was able to note, in haiku form, how frustrated everyone was with the disastrous contest. His was third best:
He lost the first set
Five haikus the second time
This is all fake, right?
But EE did a better job. He was also able to convey the anger many felt toward the quizmaster with computer problems after JGT asked for more haikus. He finished 2nd.
I mean, why bother?
He’ll only lose them again.
Let’s murder Goodtimes.
But my favorite came from the Fink, and it had the most to do with this year’s topic, murder:
Feathers are flying!
Clucking, pecking – then silence.
It’s murder most fowl.
What the heck, the top three all get tix to Murderers, which is in it’s final week this week! Contact me and let me know where I can hand off your tix. And I want to thank everyone who participated. Let’s close with a haiku.
It was the host who
lost your haiku masterpiece
Or was it Badtimes?
Goodtimes Prediction: Sixers win it all
Well, basketball season is here, and everybody is picking the Sixers to be awful. I am sort of an eternal optimist when it comes to sports seasons, only to be devastated by reality each and every time. Therefore, I am picking the Sixers to win this years NBA title. There are over 100 million websites in the world, and I’m pretty sure this is the only one bold enough to make such a prediction. Allen “Jewels” Iverson is going to rediscover the fire he had in 2001, C-Webb is going to make a comeback, Dalembert is going to come into his own, and this is going to be a breakout year for Igoudala. That and strong play from Rookie of the Year Carney is going to make this team a serious contender for the NBA crown. Hey nobody picked us in 2000 either.
And even if we do suck, let’s at least take a year and appreciate what we have in Allen “Bubbachuck” Iverson, although I must admit that now that I’m coaching young ones, I hold up Dwayne Wade as a shining example more than I do Bubbachuck since Wade has a firmer grasp of the fundamentals and is much more of a team player. But it is fun to watch AI play, and since he is one phone call away from being traded, let’s try to enjoy him while he’s still here. Lets also dedicate ourselves to calling him Bubbachuck this year (that was his nickname in VA).
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Dreams do come true
Movie Monday semi-regular Dawn shares my love of the greatest movie ever, but she now has one up on me: she met the master! Here is her report:
Okay it was the coolest thing ever! It was at Chiller Theatre this weekend (www.chillertheatre.com). He was so awesome. I acted like a total spaz. I packed all my Pee Wee stuff and dumped it on the table in front of him, including dvds, VHS, a lighter, etc. I printed the picture of me from the Troc in my Pee Wee shirt. He wrote on it Dawn, I (drew heart and colored it in) you! I could just about die right now. Miss Yvonne was there too. She was so sweet.
I was so nervous leading up to it and everyone was waiting me for me pass out and/or pee myself – no pun intended. So coincidence or not, extra security arrived in the room when I got to our hero. After it was all said and done, people cheered for me. Oh, and Paul called me high maintenance. He saw right to the core of me 🙂
He wasn’t even there promoting anything. Just was there for the fans, I guess. His manager flipped out a little when I pulled out an autographed picture of The Tripper I got from David Arquette (an upcoming movie with Arquette and Paul Reubens in it). But overall it was great. I can’t stop smiling thinking about it. I hope he starts doing more appearances once he gets into his new flicks.
Alright, single ladies
Today’s the day! Today, you’ll know for sure whether or not you’re going to get married! This from wikipedia:
In North America, unmarried women were frequently told that if they sat in a darkened room and gazed into a mirror on Halloween night, the face of their future husband would appear in the mirror. However, if they were destined to die before they married, a skull would appear. The custom was widespread enough to be commemorated on greeting cards from the late nineteenth and early twentieth centuries.
Sounds like fun! Go for it, girls!