Results tagged “garbage”

Now, if we could all simply hand our garbage and recycling to Mayor Nutter, rather than indelicately tossing it on the street, all our problems would be solved!

Dear Mr. McNabb, My name is Stu Pidass, attorney and agent for Mr. William Hayes. I’m writing you today, on behalf of Mr. Hayes, for one reason and one reason only: to apologize. Mr. Hayes regrets that he cannot be the man to write this piece, but he has dispatched me in his stead because of three factors. First of all, he is physically incapable of admitting when he is wrong. Just ask his wife,...

Sorry there was no Eagles Diary last week. I turned on the channel the game was supposed to be on, saw a team in a blue-and-yellow get up that a Division Nine college football team wouldn’t wear and assumed that the game got canceled. But anyway, I was wrong. The game took place and the Eagles actually scored 56 points and obliterated the Detroit Lions. So I had high hopes for the Eagles latest square-off against the hated New York Giants. And I was not disappointed. Because the Eagles gave me plenty to rag on. So back by popular demand (or at least by demand of my editors), here is the minute-by-minute account of last night’s Eagles flop.

What with Paris Hilton's release earlier this week and the upcoming celebration of American Independence (sorry, Londonist!), we've been thinking a lot about freedom. Freedom to vote, freedom to choose, and most importantly, freedom to blog. Here are a few things we're happy we've been free to blog about this week.

What's new and/or interesting in Philly theaters this weekend (and next week).

Holy smokes! Giant fish on the MTA, Paris Hilton in jail, then out, then in again, Al Gore, goatses, blumpkins, Matt Damon, and baby art critics! It's been a busy week across the Ist-A-Verse, and here's a smattering of what's been going on.

At the POPPED! opening night party this Monday, I got the pleasure of visiting the upstairs ladies' room at Johnny Brenda's. This may be one of the prettiest bathrooms I've seen in town. Yup, that's right: the decor in this restroom is simplistically beautiful.

Films: Monkey Warfare, Red Road, The Boss of It All, 12:08 East of Bucharest

This Monday morning, I was at the ticket counter in Market East, preparing for some quality Regional Rail time. There's a Men’s bathroom to the left of the ticket window.

Is it First Friday again already? We had so much fun at the last one that we're not sure what time we finally got home. We do remember drinking plenty of wine and eating plenty of cheese. We even remember making some impulse purchases. Oh, and fawning over an artist that we've always admired, thereby probably frightening her a good deal. This month, we're going to try schmoozing first, drinking later, and see how that works out for us. Spots you might find us:

While everyone else was writing about this yesterday, I was too busy working [read: getting a tattoo of Barbaro on my shoulder while listening to Bad Brains].

Surprisingly, its not the usual bouquet of aged urine, fecal matter, and assorted garbage left to ferment. The Subway actually smells nice. In the last week and a half, I've seen crews at work at 30th, 11th, and 8th street stations actually mopping. Other times I've come across a slowly drying non-urine film accompanied by yellow signs telling me "Caution Wet Floor" and something or other in Spanish. Yes, they were mopping the subway. Not quite as shocking as the time I saw a pantless homeless woman cleaning her vagina on The Union League Steps (now that would be a great photo for their website—if only I had a camera phone then) but still, it takes one off guard. Isn't it supposed to smell awful? What's next, killing off all the rats? And it's not just pine I'm smelling down there, it's some exuberant pine scent mixed with something exotic—perhaps jasmine or goddammit, maybe even eucalyptus. Did they consult Bed Bath and Beyond prior to this?!

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

Breaking
the law, breaking the law. We -ist folks love us some crime, and no
misdemeanor is too petty for a post on any of our sites. This week,
join us for a rogues' gallery of miscreants major, minor, and alleged.

Gothamist gets us started with
"Law
& Order", muppet style. Oh, you know what isn't a crime? Taking
pictures on the MTA. So, why
are cops stopping photographers? In other Gotham crime, a group
of Asian men was attacked
by a group of white guys in Queens. Finally, Boy
George reports for his court mandated community service. Sweet.

Londonist brings us the tale
of poor Bob Hoskins, shaken
at his near-miss with terrorists. Meanwhile, Interpol
sweeps in to reclaim a lost Peruvian artifact. Then, there's the
slasher
who claims he got his weapon from President Bush. Ouch!

Phillyist's bus system, SEPTA,
is fighting
crime in a whole new way, and it would be a crime in and of itself
for you not
to read this story about Oreo the cat. Oh, and can
we agree that requesting "Piano Man" at a piano bar should be
illegal?

Torontoist's thorough
coverage
of the XVI
International AIDS Conference, doesn't fit into the "crime" theme,
but it's too great to pass up. But we're back on track with their href="http://www.torontoist.com/archives/2006/08/toronto_bike_po.php">post
on bike rack vulnerability and an
interview with a controversial crime fighter.

DCist brings us a murder
that gets more mysterious by the day, and we're considering a life
of crime ourselves, if it'll allow us to dine
out like DCist. And if it's not illegal to sell
soiled mattresses, it should be.

SFist muses on the negligent behavior of a public transit employee, covered the
questionable confession of a man arrested for the murder of
JonBenet Ramsey, and delineated the highway robbery that is the Bay Area real estate market.



Shanghaiist brings us this
video of "one
of the worst cover bands we have seen in China", which isn't
illegal, but should be. We're unclear on the legal status of an "invisible
monster cock", and we'd prefer to stay that way. Price
gouging on drinks is a criminal act, in our opinion.

Chicagoist gets thrown in the
hoosgow by readers
who hate the Annual Air & Water Show. Should bottle service be illegal? Chicagoist's commenters debate that,
too. And the criminally overdiscussed (and we say this even as we
trotted this out as a theme last week) gets the Chicagoist
commenter treatment, as well.

LAist exposes the questionable ethics of 's marketing, tells us how to make the
criminally tasty Moscow
mule, and creates
a criminal amount of garbage.

Houstonist blows us away with
the announcement that they
wear pantyhose. Someone call the fashion police! Houston's city
council takes a bite
out of shoddy newspaper rack crime. The only real criminals in
Houston seem to be flying
roaches. (No, not those kind.)

Those miscreants at Bostonist
take their shot at our
newest public enemy number one, Mel Gibson. Public enemy number
two? Gold
bricking spammers. Number three? Bad
mergers.

Seattlest gets a
photo of missing person Bettie Page, breaks some laws of their own
by getting "drunk
on clandestine vodka, and yell(ing) at passing cars." When is
domestic violence kinda understandable? Now.

Austinist's lovable rogues
tell us about issues in their
state's gubernatorial race, eagerly anticipate the arrival of the
criminally hilarious Onion, and bemoan
the firing of a teacher who committed the crime of (gasp!) partial
nudity.

Although I could make this a big gender issue, I won't. The fact of the matter is that men are usually stronger than women, but not always. I actually have plenty of female friends fully capable of carrying much heavier loads than several of my male friends. So the following, very brief, "Monday Manners" post is meant to be a universal plea for kindness:

Dear Philadelphia Sanitation Workers: