Really good article in today’s Philly Weekly by my buddy Jesse Smith (One of the Centralia Seven) about the closing of Doc Johnson’s on Arch. (Note: not for the Puritanical.) Sad to say, I never went inside. Did anybody here ever check it out? If so, feel free to leave a comment, telling what it was like. You may maintain your anonymity, of course.

Wanna say thanks to the five people who have so far sent letters in the “Complain to the editor contest.” They’ve all been good, but there is still a chance for each of you to take home the $40 cash. Just send your letter to lplatt@phillymag.com, telling him why it’s ridiculous for quizzo not to be included in their best of edition. Then send me a copy of the letter at johnny@johnnygoodtimes.com.

I had agreed to join some friends of mine (former Bards champs the Goats) on a trip to the Yuengling brewery on Saturday, but had announced that I would probably not join them on the ensuing drive to Centralia. Though I thought that a town that was evacuated due to an underground fire was pretty kool, I had seen some photos online, and they seemed pretty uninspiring. So I drove seperately, and met up with the other six (some of whom you might remember from my Live 8 experience) at the brewery.

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There is a bit of dark humor in the presidentialpicture below last Thursday night’s Bards story (Click there and then scroll down). Can you figure out what it is?

Today is Chuck D’s birthday! Here’s an interview he did last year in Motherjones. For those who don’t know, Chuck is from a long ago period in rap, when intelligent young black men expressed to the world their feelings and beliefs through poetry, defying all stereotypes in the process. It was unlike the commercial “gangsta” crap that suffocates the airwaves today (50 Cent is garbage). Though there is still a decent amount of thought provoking hip hop being produced, and there are still some really great rappers out there (Jay Z, Common, Mos Def), I feel like the powers that be would rather promote thugs that perpetuate long held stereotypes than present any sort of intelligence or thought. That’s why the Roots aren’t on MTV or Power 99, and Lil’ Jon is. When Chuck D was king, rap was a powerful tool for the voiceless to be heard. Now it’s just another crappy mainstream fad.

Ok, ok, so I’ve been a slacker lately, and I haven’t done a good job of posting 100 point scorers. If your team scored 100 or more, and won, please send me an email so I can post them on the 100 point club. Also, tell me roughly when and at what bar it occurred. Shoot me an email ro just post below: johnny@johnnygoodtimes.com. Thanks.

Well, Philadelphia Magazine came out with it’s latest edition, and the winner of best quizzo went to…are you ready for this…NOBODY! Yet again, Philadelphia magazine has insulted Center City by neglecting to include one of it’s favorite pasttimes. While they were able to cover such favorite Philadelphian pasttimes as “Books About Meat”, “Cocktail Waiter at a Stephen Starr Restaurant”, and “Best Pooper Scooper Service”, quizzo is apparently not quite as popular as dogs***. And to add insult to injury, the best place to indulge your inner nerd was a scrabble club. As you might imagine I am so incensed that I am just giving away money. Whoever writes the best (sarcastic/funny/creative) letter to the editor of Philadelphia Magazine about the exclusion of quizzo in their “best of” edition will win $40 cash. (I’ve had some trouble with the message going thru. If you do too, just email editor larry Platt at lplatt@phillymag.com). Nothing threatening or personal. Well, nothing personal about the editor. If you want to write something personal about the magazine, go right ahead. Just write the email to them, and send me (johnny@johnnygoodtimes.com) a copy of what you have written. All entries must be written by August 12th. I will post the best ones on the website, and the one I like the best will get the $40 cash. No, you do not have to be identified by your full name.

Hey, I’m taking the Yuengling tour today. I’ll tell you all about it when I get back. Also, I posted on Craigslist that I’m looking for unique and bizarre music for the big event. Here is an e-mail I got back.
“hey!!! let me know if you would like to jam/ hear what ive got going… nothing else like it in philly! peace -Earl”
I wrote Earl back, asking him to be a bit more descriptive. Here is what I got in return.
“there is only one way to find out what kind of music i do ….call me if you want to jam. ‘talking about music is like dancing about architecture’- Frank Zappa
-earl”

Hmmmm. Should I be intrigued…or frightened?

The Cracked Eggheads won (impressively, I migth add, the two person team scoring 103) at the Good Dog on Thursday night, then gushed about how excited they are that an Applebees will be soon be opening right across the street. “At long last,” said Afrikaans Sampson of the Eggheads, “We get some decent food in this city. I’m so sick of going into a restaurant and not knowing exactly what the food will taste like before I eat it. Finally, I can eat something here that will taste EXACTLY the same as it tasted when I tried it in Des Moines. And there’s nothing that shows that your cooking some Grade A steak like smothering it in cheese. Mmmm-mmmm.”

Yeah, in Manhattan you might run into Flava Flav. But only here in Philly will you run into a Flava Flav impersonator singing along to the Rod Stewart song on the Mako’s jukebox and dancing in the street like I did on Tuesday night. And people wonder why I love this city.