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Local Rock Paper Scissors legend Jam Master Sean (aka C. Urbanus), inventor of the Urbanus defense in RPS, will be hosting quizzo tonight at the Dive. Scroll down a bit here to find out what Jam Master’s dream job would be (he’s the guy lying on the street).
Quizzo for the Cause
With the holidays approaching, I felt like it was time to do some more fundraising. I found a charity that I think is really awesome, because it doesn’t just supply handouts, it gives people hope to improve their lives. It is called Community Voice Mail, and the idea is simple: people who don’t have access to a phone are given a phone number, where they can check messages from loved ones and prospective employers. Read about it. It seems really cool. And over 80% of the money raised goes to the program itself, not to a huge bureaucracy. So I will be asking everyone for a dollar at quizzo this week, though you are certainly welcome to give more if you want to. At the end of the week, I’ll let you know how much we are able to raise.
The Great Munchkin Debate
While watching the Wizard of Oz on TV the other night (before turning to Desperate Housewives**, which I watched for the first time ever), I had an argument with some friends about whether or not a munchkin had hung himself during taping of the film. I said it was an urban legend. They said it really happened. I love it when I’m right.
**Oooooh, good show. And even better, it has several actors from one of my college faves, Melrose Place. I think I might be hooked.
Question of the Week
On November 16th, Luke and Laura got married in the highest rated episode of a soap opera ever. What soap opera was it?
Great Line
This from D-Mac at PhiladelphiaWillDo about last night’s game:
The only way it could have been worse is if Roy Williams had negotiated Billy Wagner’s new contract with the Mets during his game-winning interception return.
Good Article
After stumbling out into the streets last night, walking among the zombies, and seeing grown men fighting off tears, I recalled a really good article I had read about Philadelphia sports fans a few years before. In fact I had read it just a few months before I moved here. For some reason, it stuck with me, and I went back and reread it for the first time this morning.
The Bright side
Now that regular season football is meaningless, at least we get our Sundays back. Perhaps you’ve been putting off cleaning the garage, or seeing that matinee at the local theatre, or even taking that trip to the art museum (name your price on Sundays!). Well now’s the time to start living again, no longer a slave to the TV on Sundays! Who’s with me, huh? Who’s with…?
F*** it. Anybody know where I can get some hemlock?
The Return of Bobby Badtimes
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No time for pleasantries. Hey Geno’s, why don’t you take your Mississippi white trash act somewhere else? “This is America, Please speak English when ordering”. Quick question: Were your ancestors speaking the King’s English when they got off the boat? I’m pretty sure mine weren’t. In fact, I think they were moving to America to get away from the kind of pretentious ignorance you so proudly display. Then again, I might be more willing to let this transgression slide if you weren’t the Ride the Ducks of cheesesteaks: loved by tourists, but you don’t see any locals waiting in line.
Hey Philadelphia Weekly: Enjoyed the irony of your latest cover story. On the one hand, hipsters do kind of suck. On the other hand, aren’t they precisely the demographic your mag targets? That’s like Johnny doing a story called, “Why I Hate Nerds”. As for me, I don’t care about hipsters. The guys don’t like sports and the girls look like angry circus clowns, so I don’t have much use for ’em.
Where to Watch the Game?
Where should you go tonight to watch the Eagles thoroughly dismantle the Cowboys and move to within one game of the Giants (Hey NY, about that Minnesota loss yesterday: Hahahahahahahahahaha!! No wait, sorry. I’ll stop. I’ll st…hahahahahahahahahahaha!!!!)? East of Broad, the answer is pretty simple. O’Neals wins the “Best place to watch the game” every single freaking year. They have great food and drink specials (Tonight: $2 Micros and 1/2 price apps) and that sweet ass flat screen above the bar. But west of Broad, the answer is not quite so simple. The Fox and the Hound? Please. That has to be the worst sports bar ever. EVER!!!! Watching the game at F & H, the most un-Philly place in this city besides Olive Garden, is like watching it at Wal-Mart. Once, when a really great game was on, Trivia Art asked the server if they could turn down the COUNTRY MUSIC that was blaring over the loudspeakers and turn up the volume on the game. He was told, “Corporate says that we have to keep the music on.” Corporate says? To take a line from Scent of a Woman, “I should take a flamethrower to this place!” But there is a new sports bar in town that I tried over the weekend, and came away quite impressed.
Who needs a pet?
Winter is a lot more fun with pets around. Here are a couple that might catch your fancy from the Philly SPCA:
This beautiful Golden Retriever (above), Emma, was
brought to the shelter last week when the owners gave her up after receiving many complaints on how they kept her. She was locked up outside, found emaciated with noshelter, no food, and no water. She was quite shy and untrusting upon arrival, until I won her over with my affection, love and tasty treats! Scheduled to make visits with Pals for Life, and bring smiles to the elderly, she will be looking for a permanent place to call home upon her return.
Meet Bella, a 2 1/2 year old spayed female who has been from place to place throughtout the shelter and off site adoption centers since early June! She’s spunky, loves to be petted and loves to walk on a leash. Currently residing in our Senior Room (where she can roam freely) she has already been tested for FELV/FIV, which were negative. She prefers to be the only Queen in the home, but she will love all the attention you are willing to give to her.