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Okay, so you're at the gym, minding your own business on the elliptical machine when the most foul-smelling human on God's green earth climbs on the machine beside you.

What's new and/or interesting in Philly theaters this weekend. How to Cook Your Life - A documentary about a combination chef-Zen Buddhist priest (Edward Espe Brown) who's trying to school viewers in the joys of organic cooking. We can't say that sounds particularly exciting to us, but we could see how it might be fun. Trailer Showing at: Ritz at the Bourse Most Likely to Suck: Revolver - If you feel like this Guy Ritchie...

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I was reared on PBS children's programming. is based, so naturally, I was excited for the play.

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.

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On my walk to work Tuesday morning, I was a block away from the store when I hit a red light. While waiting for it to change, I looked to see what the light was doing. There was a man standing to my left, in my line of vision to the stoplight. He winked and smiled at me, but I couldn’t even tell you what he looked like, because as soon as my nose faced him, I was overcome by the urge to sneeze (at the very least) or heave (at the worst), and had to turn immediately away for a breath of fresh air.

Dear smokers:

We don't know about you, but it's friggin cold out there. Well, not for some of you. It seems as though places that are supposed to be cold are warm and places that are supposed to be warm are cold. Or maybe that's just us. Either way, we're freezing.

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?!

It's official. New York stinks. While New Yorkers and North Jersey folks woke up to the smell of a gas-like odor (read: rotten eggs tag teamed by the worst. fart. imaginable) we here in Philly woke up to the smell of victory. Between last night's Eagles win and making it through weekend-long Mummers parties with only the slightest of hangovers, Philadelphia's slogan for this week should be "It's good to be the king."

A ferocious head cold is slowly attacking everyone I know, and this Wednesday evening, I accepted that I, too, am sick. And then I accepted that I wanted soup and I wanted it now. On my way home from a rehearsal, I stopped by Szechuan Hunan Chinese Restaurant to pick up as much Wonton Soup as I could carry.

Before I begin my review of to make sure to visit the restroom on their way into the theater. The film clocks in at just under 150 minutes, without previews. Now that that's out of the way...

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Monday morning, I was walking down Chestnut, on my way to Suburban Station. About twenty feet ahead of me, a twenty-something-year-old woman, wearing a business suit and carrying a briefcase stopped short. She looked around like there was some foul smell following her. Then she lifted her right foot, checked her shoe, gasped and clutched her heart.

Right before college graduation, a bunch of my friends and I found ourselves wondering how we’d meet guys after college. A bit into the conversation, we decided we’d probably meet them the same ways we had thus far: through friends, at bars, same old, same old. Then someone wondered, “Hey, what about at work?”

Having recently graduated from Penn with Bachelor of the Arts degrees in Theatre Arts and Afro-American Studies, I found a job in the line of employment I was most expected to enter: retail. While there are many other ways I would prefer to spend my days, this pays the bills provides me with full health benefits, so I really can’t complain. It also means that I am guaranteed an endless supply of entertainment, via street traffic and customers, which is more than enough to keep me happy.

We just love when work interferes with our personal lives. And our other work.

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