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You guys know that I’m a fan of bad album covers. And there are a lot of them out there. Well, the Sun just released a few more. There are some repeats, but there is enough new material to make it worth it. Also, do you guys think this is for real? What was going on this time last year? I was striking out with hotties in Mexico. George Bush’s plan to destroy the environment recently hit a snag, as several states are thinking about adopting their own laws for greenhouse gases.
No, Not Bobby Badtimes! Not today!
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Sorry to disappoint. I’m sure all you hosebags thought that with all this press that this week was just gonna be one big Johnny Goodtimes Lovefest. Well bad news, suckers. Badtimes is here to rain on the old parade. First of all, Johnny, the scavenger hunt was a great idea. Everybody in this city just loves running around on 103 degree days trying to get pressed pennies from the Seaport Museum. You blockhead. And gee whiz, why not schedule it on a busier vacation week? Nevermind. THAT WOULD BE IMPOSSIBLE!
Rumors Persist, slight correction in the Weekly write up
There seem to be these rampant rumors that Johnny Goodtimes will be rapping in Sunday’s event. Nothing could be further from the truth. Johnny would never risk his sterling reputation as a gentleman by trying to perform that scandalous form of music. I’m ashamed of you for believing such vile rumors. Today’s Philadelphia Weekly (click there and scroll down) says that all scavenger hunt items need to be in by Thursday. Not anymore. I recently moved that back to Saturday at noon. Also, you can earn eight of the possible ten points simply by buying your tickets in advance. Finally, read more about Johnny (including a secret he’s been loathe to give away until now) on Inky writer Daniel Rubin’s blog.
For more info on Beat the Champs, click here.
Killdozer, Jr.
One of the highlights of this job is the remarkably random emails I get from time to time. The following correspondance is one of my favorites. I think you might enjoy it too.
Hey Johnny-
If you ever need someone to sing acoustic versions of
Killdozer songs I can hook you up with Killdozer Jr
(acoustic). Killdozer Jr (acoustic)’s resume includes
playing while slightly drunk at open mic night, as
well as in the living room or basement. Although I’m
not sure Killdozer Jr (acoustic) will be available for
Beat the Champs, you may want to keep Killdozer Jr
(acoustic) on your short list of entertainers for
future reference.
Don’t Ask Me How…

I scored the best breakdancer in Philly, but somehow it happened. Raphael Xavier has performed in numerous spots over the past 20 years of breakdancing, including the Kennedy Center. Uh, yeah, that Kennedy Center. In one of those instances where a disaster turns into a huge triumph, yesterday I was freaking out because some guy who told me he could do it wasn’t returning my calls. Giving up on him, I was led by a friend to the Community Education Center Meeting House Theatre, who in turn put me in touch with Xavier. Unlike the previous guy I contacted, Raphael was a true pro, and we had worked out a deal in a matter of hours. I am exceptionally excited to see him perform.
For more info on Beat the Champs, click here.
I Think I’m Turning Japanese
I’ve been on this planet for over 30 years, and I have never seen anything like this. Ever. Ever. I kind of hope I never see anything like it again. Thanks to Chet for sending this link. If you know any ridiculous links that you would like to share with the quizzo community, please send them to johnny@johnnygoodtimes.com, or just post them below.
Question of the Week

What event of interest happened on August 23, 1305?
Funny piece of trivia
Just came across this and thought I’d share:
During an August 17, 1957 game, Richie Ashburn hit a foul ball into the stands and struck spectator Alice Roth, wife of Philadelphia Bulletin sports editor Earl Roth, breaking her nose. After play was resumed, Ashburn hit a ball which struck Roth again while she was being carried away in a stretcher.
Can someone take out Pat Robertson?

Johnny Goodtimes is offering a $15 gift certificate to anyone who beats the living s*** out of Pat Robertson. This messenger of God is calling on America to assassinate the president of Venezuela because he doesn’t agree with our policies. Christians wonder why so many people are leaving the church, and why we are becoming a godless nation. I wonder if it has anything to do with the fact that every time I hear a “Christian leader” speak on tv, he sounds like a bigot out of 1960’s Mississippi or just a completely clueless idiot (or, in the case of Pat Robertson, both)? Yes, Chavez is a polarizing figure, and has done business with Castro and China. He’s also instituted free health care for his nations poor and instituted major literacy and education programs. Robertson calls him a dictator. He’s not a dictator. He is the president of Venezuela, elected by popular vote and he survived a recall vote. Below is a list of some of my favorite Pat Robertson quotes. Enjoy!
(P.S. I’m not really giving away a $15 gift certificate to anyone who gives Pat Robertson a beat down. Let’s make it a $20 gift certificate.)
Johnny’s boy is in the news

My boy Larry Platt is in today’s Inky for defending Philly cheesesteaks. The Philadelphia magaizne editor is one of those nitwits that seems to think that all we do here in Center City is eat cheesesteaks for lunch and Stephen Starr for dinner (there is a story about one or the other in every single freaking issue they ever do.) Anyway’s here’s his thing.:
The Aug. 1 issue of New York Magazine chronicled New York City’s recent cheesesteak boom, partly spurred by the arrival of Tony Luke’s. Them’s fighting words to Philadelphia Magazine editor Larry Platt, who shot off a missive to NY editor Adam Moss.
Platt thinks New Yorkers don’t know Whiz from shinola. “The words New York and cheesesteak together are oxymoronic, not unlike military intelligence. As a native Philadelphian, I’ve grown up with the cheesesteak. The cheesesteak is a friend of mine. Adam, New Yorkers know nothing about cheesesteaks. Consider this letter a declaration of a culinary fatwah: When it comes to gooey artery-cloggers on soft rolls, you need to back off.”
Last Tuesday, Platt dispatched staffers Richard Rys and Andrew Putz, both of whom rated cheesesteaks in Philly Mag articles, to retrace New York Mag’s steps for October’s Philly Mag.
Moss – an old pal of Platt’s, we’ll add – declined comment.
