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Philly Fringe Festival!
Actually, the Philadelphia Fringe Festival is now under a larger umbrella called the Philadelphia Live Arts Festival. Trust me, this is the most wonderful time of the year. For two weeks, beginning this Friday, September 3 (daily schedule), the city will be overrun with characters galore. During the Festival, the boundaries between artists, performers, students, […]
Puppet Uprising Fringe Usurper
What is this? It’s what happens when you’re too scared to play Ukrainian Quizzo. UPDATE: J the Obscure and I are scared of Ukrainians and their hard trivia questions, but we are not scared of puppets. So we went to this weekend’s Puppet Uprising, held at the Rotunda in Philadelphia’s University City. Sadly, I didn’t […]
Boss-across-the-hall update
He is in rare form this week. Overheard from across the hall: “My mojo is gone! They’ve ruined my mojo!” “My Outlook is doggin’ me. WOOOOF. WOOOOF.” [to his computer] “Who’s your daddy?”
The Macintosh: til death do us part
Here’s a story for you Apple geeks out there. On Sunday, my friends Sweet E and Jewish G got married. Jewish G’s brother gave a great toast: In our high school yearbook, most seniors filled the space below their pictures with quotes, favorite memories, or maybe a shout out to friends. Not my brother.My brother […]
Cheesesteak gate: politics as usual
Having a weblog is great because you get to be a self-proclaimed expert on any topic. It’s all about being a micro journalist and fighting The Man. You better watch out, The Man, because there’s a bunch of people with laptops and broadband connections who are gonna bring you down. I’m a uniter, not a […]
All dressed up and no place to go
It’s Saturday, and my friends are getting married in, like, six minutes, and my little ghetto car is sitting in traffic on the Schuylkill Expressway somewhere between Gladwyne and Conshohocken. It’s pouring rain, and there are police cars speeding up the shoulder, presumably headed to the scene of some gridlock-causing accident. What to do, what […]