By bendystraw on September 26, 2005
On Saturday night I dreamed that I had to go back to kindergarten. Attendance was mandatory. “I have a masters degree,” I thought. “Why the hell do I need remedial kindergarten?” So I arrived late to class, which was being held in a large, modern auditorium, slunk past all the kids, and found an empty […]
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By bendystraw on September 25, 2005
This is Michael Nutter, and he is going to run for mayor of Philadelphia. There is one large problem with this candidate, a problem that so far has been overlooked by the mainstream media. Look at Nutter’s picture, specifically his nose. We can’t have a mayor with a nose like that! I’m no fan of […]
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By bendystraw on September 21, 2005
Even though I read plenty of Shakespeare in high school, my real relationship with the Bard didn’t begin until college, when I was lucky enough to spend a semester in London. Every Tuesday afternoon we scarfed cheese sandwiches and ran across the seemingly endless Southwark bridge to the site of the still-being-reconstucted Globe Theatre, where […]
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By bendystraw on September 15, 2005
One advantage of living in Fishtown is being within walking distance of Yards Brewery, located in Philadelphia’s Kensington neighborhood. Philly has only one remaining brewery in operation (a sad state of affairs), and Yards is it. But what a brewery it is. Not only is the beer good, but the employees care about their craft […]
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By bendystraw on September 12, 2005
In honor of Moon Pappy’s birthday, I present the famous S family seventies plaid photo. Brother Dan S was either: not born yet behind the camera smart enough to run away Happy birthday, Moon Pappy! You’ll be eligible for social security next year really soon! PS: Don’t laugh–plaid is hot this fall!
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By bendystraw on September 11, 2005
A recent trip on one of the newly-restored Girard Avenue trollies featured a man named Petey and his unnamed friend: Yeah, I call myself Petey, but don’t you call me that. I get pissed, that’s what. And when I’m pissed at you, you’ll know it. I don’t blow my stack or nothing, but I just […]
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