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Oh Inga Saffron, how you continue to wow us with your telepathy.

In lean economic times like these, excess seems like something many people can't afford—literally. Yet, there are times when going a little (or a lot) over the top is expected, if not necessary. Mardi Gras is one such time. In theory, Mardi Gras is the last hurrah before people make their annual 40-day sacrifice for Lent. We don't know how many people actually go for the sacrifice part. This Phillyist sure doesn't. (Somewhere, Sister Anne Pierre is shaking her head, wondering how she failed.) Even though a lot of people don't give anything up for Lent, that doesn't stop them from going all out, and sometimes bearing all, for Mardi Gras.

The opinions on the Phillyist staff vary widely and change frequently when it comes to the plan(s) to put casinos in Philadelphia. But this Phillyist thinks, perhaps, that the Casino Free Philadelphia folks might want to come up with a better slogan. Sure, it's catchy and all... but in Spanish, it translates literally to "almost no"—not exactly the right message to convey. (Anyone ever hear the one about the Chevy Nova?) That being said, we think this was a pretty clever PR move.

The Inquirer this morning ran an interesting piece about the latest controversy swirling around the proposed SugarHouse casino site on the Delaware River, on the border of Northern Liberties and Fishtown. It seems that the foundations of Batchelor's Hall, a building of some historical import (see Chapter 69 here), have been excavated beneath the casino's billboard on Delaware Avenue near Frankford. Needless to say, historians and SugarHouse are at-odds about what this discovery means. More on this story as it develops.

We consider ourselves to be fairly intelligent people. We've got the college wall hangings diplomas, the professional(ish) jobs. But sometimes, we do and enjoy things that would lead you to think we're not the brightest crayons in the box. These are our guilty pleasures, and we've come to accept the fact that, in spite of ourselves, we're going to enjoy them. Immensely. One of this Phillyist's biggest guilty pleasures is . How seriously can he really take himself? And for the record, we will admit that Poison's "music" is another guilty pleasure of ours. How can you not love songs like "Talk Dirty to Me" and "Unskinny Bop?"