Rumblings: DO YOU UNDERSTAND THE WORDS COMING OUT OF MY MOUTH?
>>> If we can talk shop for a minute, let’s have a sidebar with the Daily News, specifically one Flavia Colgan: OK, when we write a headline in all-caps, it’s usually to indicate to the reader that, yes, we know we’re being stupid and obvious, and the fun is that we’re letting the reader in on the joke. But when you guys, a grown-ass newspaper, run a hed like “WHY DO WE TREAT DOGS BETTER THAN HUMANS?” we get the distinct feeling that you’re not kidding. But you know what? It’s funny, anyway. What can we say? The all-caps giveth, and the all-caps taketh away. [DN]
>>> Commissioner Charles Ramsey, it would seem that your hell-week initiation rituals start today. Tonight begins his series of Town Hall meetings — first stop: South Philly High. It’s our hope that people besides old ladies — who, sorry, ma, you can never really trust when it comes to legit civic complaints — show up to tell Ramsey precisely how fucked he is. [KYW]
>>> And finally, unsatisfied by owning local Internet as Thee Cause, Casino Free Philadelphia goes door to door in… Narberth? What the hell does the cast of Thirtysomething know about urban blight and Gamblor preying upon the poor and ignorant? You know what? Don’t answer that, we’ve been to this cocktail party before. [CBS3]
January 14th, 2008 at 2:46 pm
I really need to take Flavia out to dinner sometime.
Commish Ramsey knows this job compared to previous ones is a cake walk. The biggest problem he will face is actually mixing up the stubborn, ineffective force. Yes the real problem is completely internal.
January 15th, 2008 at 2:22 am
Shit, so here it goes…my very first Philebrity comment.
And you told me not to answer the question as to what the cast of thirtysomething know about the casino thing… but I’m gonna do it anyway. Actually, I’ll spare you the long diatribe and simply remind you that there is at least one person out here in Narberth that spent a good many years out in the Badlands when most people were too chicken shit to even visit the neighborhood let alone move there. And I’m doing it again. That’s right, all you kids will no doubt rely on my pioneering efforts yet again. You’ll see, once more and more of those dirty degenerate thirtysomethings move out of Narberth, it’s only a matter of time before I’m sitting next to some 22 year old hipster turd a my local watering hole that just moved in from Portfishington. Rest assured, I still love and miss my old neighborhood and don’t want to see those shitball casinos either, even if I’m way out here, 15 minutes away.
Hey, Joey, how was that?
p.s. Thank god I was in NYC when they no doubt came knocking on my door. I get at least two of those petition calls a week… which causes me to sometimes I miss the junkies, too. At least they never asked me to sign anything.
January 16th, 2008 at 10:40 am
Spoken like all 3 people I’ve ever met from Narbeth.
Just not as Ass-holy, only more condescending.