The Phillyist Staff had so many ways to countdown to 2008 that we found ourselves with quite a few leftovers on this, the final day of 2007. So enjoy this afternoon's glut of lists from your friendly neighborhood bloggers, and we'll see you next year! At this point, I guess most of you readers out there know that I don't eat to live – I live to eat. So it stands to reason that I've......

To my dear, darling boyfriend: There's no easy way to say this, so I guess the best thing to do would be to just come out with it: I have a new boyfriend. His name is James. Oh, don't worry. It's not your best friend James – that would be cruel to you, and besides, your best friend James has a lovely girlfriend. I wouldn't dream of coming between them. No, the James to......

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.......

DJ Shadow - who's playing the TLA tonight - is not a band: he's a man. His name is no cutesy moniker, either; he's really a DJ. Thus his latest album, The Outsider (released last month), is not really an album: it's just a set of tracks he's helped compile and spin for us. From track to track, it's often hard to believe you're listening to the same CD; it sounds more like a very......