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It's in a Philly sports fan's nature to bitch and moan about the often nonsensical moves made by the people in charge of our sports teams. Of course, we're not always rational beings ourselves. Hell, we're getting excited about the Sixers, who are—let's face it—a mediocre basketball team. So how can we possibly expect the people who run our teams to be rational? But we've just about had it with the Eagles' front office. It's not that Asante Samuel isn't a blue-chip cornerback. But is the guy who dropped an easy interception that would have sealed up the Super Bowl and a perfect season for his team worth $57 million over the next six years? Especially considering that, just last off season, the Birds didn't want to pony up the cash for Donte' Stallworth, who, by the way, signed a seven-year, $35 million deal with Cleveland this week. Maybe Stallworth isn't a true top-tier wide receiver, but the Eagles don't even have a "pretty good" wide receiver. We don't need a receiver who can stretch the field so that defenses don't just lock in on Brian Westbrook or anything. Plus, signing Samuel means that either Sheldon Brown or, more likely, Lito Sheppard will be heading out the door. Some Birds fans are pretty excited about signing Samuel. Anyone else remember when we were excited about getting Jevon Kearse and Takeo Spikes? Yeah, we cut both of them in the course of a week. (The Kearse cut doesn't bother us, but we're a little disheartened by losing Spikes, as it leaves the Birds' linebacking corps without a veteran leader.) Oh, and the whole city was super excited when we got Terrell Owens. That worked out well for us.

• Londonist pondered who might be the next sponsors of the London Eye and whether or not readers would be willing to donate £1,000 each for a Londonist Eye.
• Shanghaiist was shocked to find a cameltoe in the city's only English-language paper.
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“Shit, I could write that,” said a woman at the Bridge on Monday, when told that Juno was about a teenage pregnancy. Thing is, dear reader, so could you. Not because you found yourself trying to buy a ticket for three to your junior prom, mind; but neither Juno nor this summer’s Knocked Up stray too far from the basic emotional territory set out in Nine Months, Father of the Bride Part II, and the other less-than-memorable pregnancy comedies of yesteryear. Juno starts out with a spiky, wiseass attitude—the eponymous heroine (Ellen Page) begins a call to the local pregnancy clinic with, “Hey, I’m looking for a hasty abortion”—before inevitably deciding to remind the audience of the miracle of life, which I am given to understand is pretty miraculous.

Gothamist learned about the craziest urban nightmare come true: A huge python found in the bathroom pipes. It was also a nightmare for some Yankees fans, as manger Joe Torre declined to come back and manage the Bronx Bombers. At least the city's attempt to give some direction to subway riders was interesting, pranksters went shirtless at the Fifth Avenue Abercrombie & Fitch and the I Heart Brooklyn Girls calendars came out. And just in time for Halloween, the Chocolate Jesus is back.

As it gets closer to Halloween for LAist, a contributer recollects her tale of staring down the serial killer, Richard Ramirez, otherwise known as the Night Stalker. Must think happy thoughts -- okay, free organic chocolate chip cookies for Los Angeles -- now that's a happy thought. Other happy Los Angeles thoughts include an interview with Jack Kehler of The Big Lebowski (he was the Dude's landlord), a beautiful and magical photographic moment in Venice and the press making the speaker of the California State Assembly, Fabian Nunez, run away when being asked hard questions about sketchy luxurious and worldly expenses.

The best of the internet, squirted out in flavorful neon globules, just for you. A unique art show opened on Monday in Cleveland, Ohio, and runs until September 29th. It's called the Grumpy Freak Show, and on display are 8-inch vinyl Grumpy Bear dolls customized by over 50 artists. All the dolls will be auctioned to benefit Harvest for Hunger. As with all things these days, the show has a blog. Perhaps not as common,...

What's new and/or interesting at Philly theaters this weekend.

This afternoon the Park Hyatt Philadelphia at the Bellevue will be the site of a conference hosted by the World Affairs Council of Philadelphia and entitled Islam and the West. It's being held in honor of the 90th birthday of Professor Bernard Lewis, a noted scholar of the Middle East and currently Princeton's Cleveland E. Dodge Professor Emeritus of Near Eastern Studies. Showing up for the birthday party/deep political discussion will be plenty of other experts on the Middle East and Islam, not to mention celebrities like former host of CNN's "Inside Politics" Judy Woodruff, and such luminaries of Western politics as Senator Joseph Biden, former Secretary of State Henry Kissinger, and Mr. Darth Vader himself, Vice President Dick Cheney. Mr. Cheney isn't exactly going to be hanging around having drinks with everybody afterwards, though; according to his schedule, he's arriving at the Philadelphia International Airport at 11:15AM, speaking at the Hyatt at 12:10PM, and leaving from the airport again at 12:50PM. Wow. He may actually have to fold time or something to pull that off. Well, either that, or deliver a speech that's only three words long. Which we hear he's been known to do in the past...

Have you ever wondered what happened to the tumor that was removed from President Grover Cleveland’s face during that secret surgery back in 1893? Here at Phillyist we can’t go more than a few days without someone agitatedly voicing their conspiratorial concerns with the lengths that the government has taken to conceal GC’s mystery growth. Was it the CIA? Did aliens snatch it? Chappaquiddick, was it Chappaquiddick? It could have been Chappaquiddick. Even Robert Stack couldn’t make heads or tails of the fiasco on Unsolved Mysteries. We thought the case was closed. Then we heard it was floating in a jar somewhere in the Mutter Museum at the College of Physicians of Philadelphia.