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Two pretty big new changes are being rolled out to Phillyist over the next few days. Changes are good! Tags! Instead of being confined to narrow categories, every post is now tagged with specific tags – things that help you find specific kinds of posts (say, all of our Photoist posts), or browse broader categories easily (say, all of our music posts). Very soon, our categories will all be converted into tags save for a...

Keep in mind that despite the "top ten" designation, these are in no particular order. Also, most of these bands have been around for a few years, but I only discovered them this year. And just a quick warning: I use some NSFW language in this post. So sue me.

By now, you've probably noticed our new profile system, rolled out in July. In the system, people who comment on Phillyist are segregated into two groups: those who have registered for a free account to post (who have their name attached to each comment) and those who haven't (who are universally called "guest"). As of this morning, Gothamist has rolled out another change, whereby guest comments are automatically not displayed for all users––to display them, you have to click "Show Guest Comments" below any post, and a cookie will be set on your computer to always show them. (You may find that you have to click "Hide Guest Comments," and then "Show Guest Comments" again to get the feature working.)

Once upon a time, there was a little girl from Wynnewood named Alex Scott. At one, she was diagnosed with neuroblastoma. At four, even while she was being treated for the cancer herself, she started a lemonade stand to raise money for the pediatric cancer center where she was being treated. The little lady attracted a lot of attention across the country and beyond, but unfortunately, all the money in the world couldn't cure Alex's cancer, and she passed away in 2004, at the age of eight.

this Saturday at 10 PM. Tickets are on sale now, so get your fishnets and your best bustier ready to do the time warp. Again.

So you thought that Starbucks was finished with its quest for total domination in the land of hot caffeinated beverages? Maybe they are. They are not, however, finished with their domination of early morning (and even mid-afternoon) munchies.

When I told you about ?uestlove's event at Bubble House this Sunday, it totally slipped my mind that things at Bubble House would be popping off just blocks from where various schools at Penn were celebrating their graduations.

The Graduate lead singer, Corey Warning

. Specifically, foodstuffs.

I still hate Valentine’s Day. I’m still bitter and I will still want to throw brightly colored, probably already stale Necco hearts at anyone who wears pink or red today.

Well, today I went down to 17th and Market to enlist in the ranks of a local Center City staffing firm. It was not quite as intense as my more recent encounters with work and the lack thereof (see this or this for back-story). However, it left me with a strange taste in my mouth and a sneaky suspicion that, after all my reading and writing and education, after every rebellious act and every band formed and broken up and reformed, I am succumbing to the firm and inevitable pressure of a cookie cutter existence.

To your daily liquid-crack intake?

Every so often I might wander over to CNN. But just to glance the top headlines. To catch up if I've been out of touch - I don't own a TV. Mostly though, even that duty has been relegated to MSN and even, the BBC.

they were going to buy more than just one box of Thin Mints. You didn't carry cookies around with you; those came a month or so later, when you'd sit on the floor of your living room with your mother while she bundled all of your neighbors' orders together. If you sold enough cookies, you'd get a t-shirt, or even a little pewter figurine of whatever the animal of the year was. There was no instant gratification when it came to cookie sales. You waited to sell, you waited to deliver, and you waited to be rewarded. It was so... cruel.

I can't believe this year is over. It has come and gone in a haze of concerts, martinis, deadlines, endings, beginnings, highs and lows.

Sometimes the simplest recipes can get the most praise at a party. And a versatile one like this can be prepared so many different ways that you'll never cease to impress your guests.

I love entertaining. If I made more money and I could keep my apartment clean (it's not that I'm messy, it's that I don't have time to make sure that I put everything away), I'd have weekly dinner parties. Or teas. Or brunches. This is a recipe I made for a brunch this past weekend that can be used on all of those meals. As always, the recipe came straight out of my head, so it comes without ingredient measurements. We're not making a soufflé, though, so no harm no foul.

I went to Crescent City for Restaurant Week and I'm only just now getting to write about it because of (a) Fringe and (b) life, but since everything on their Restaurant Week menu is also on their normal menu, no harm no foul. The Restaurant Week experience, of course, is a little different (a 9 p.m. dinner reservation means you don't really order, you just accept what's left), and that's where my biggest problem with Crescent City was. Obviously I don't keep kosher: I'd ordered the pork chop for dinner. As an appetizer, I'd ordered the shrimp and crab spring rolls. This was all treyf. But one of my companions, who isn't much for pork, had also ordered the spring rolls, and when they came, they didn't exactly look like shrimp and crab. Didn't taste like it, either. I called our waiter over. "Did we get the right thing?"

Thankfully, Northwest Philly's John Staggs, a State House hopeful, challenged the oath and threatened to sue the state. As a result, the State Supreme Court has said officials should stop enforcing the oath, although it will technically remain on the books.

This has been a rough week for your -ist pals, though you wouldn't know it from the great posts all over the network. Plagued with server problems, our tech team (led by the great Neil Epstein) toiled around the clock to solve the glitches as they arose. Seriously, we've said, typed, and thought the phrase "server problems" more in the past week than we have for the last 35 years combined. Why not say it a few more times, just for fun? For example, SFist is sure the San Francisco Chronicle wishes they could blame server problems for this error. But this San Francisco man that appeared on "The Daily Show" is, sadly, no glitch in the system.

Curtain Call director, James Doolittle.

Philly bloggers - step away from your monitors and into the light. It's that time again: the monthly Philly Bloggers Meetup.

Thanksgiving is about family, but let's face it - many of us are in it for the turkey. Thanksgiving wouldn't be Thanksgiving without a tryptophan-induced coma after making merry with your loved ones?

The sky was bright and clear when we parked our posteriors on the steps on the Great Plaza at Penn's Landing for day 2 of their 20th Anniversary celebration. We were stationed right in front of the speakers, and realizing we'd never be able to manage conversation over "Master of the Twang Bar," Adrian Belew's performance, Phillyist turned to our friend and shouted, "It's really loud."

I have never had any counter space until my move to Philadelphia. I recently got married and love to cook and entertain. The combination of a bridal shower and counter space to house my kitchen aid, deep fryer, panini press, professional meat slicer, cookie trays, countless serving platters, whipped cream frother, blender, pasta machine and cuisinart made me almost as happy and giddy as the marriage itself. As a result, I want to give back and unleash my recipes using my fave gadgets on the blogging world. First up, tempura rock shrimp with spicy sauce. I first tried this at Nobu a while ago and have since had it at both Pod and Morimoto many times. It can be made in a deep fry pan if a fryer is unavailable. But if the counter space is available, I highly recommend the latter.