As a member of the Writers’ Guild of America, I am not really allowed to write posts for Phillyist, so you probably have noticed that there hasn’t been much from me on the site since the Philadelphia Eagles’ merciful demise. (By the way, this is all code for “I have been feeling really lazy” – Karl Rove’s words – lately and have been trying to do as little thinking as possible.) But something annoyed the......

This morning began like any other morning. There I was on the R6 coming into the city, following my usual routine: laughing at the oodles of amateur-hour typos in the Inquirer and occasionally looking up from this revelry to try and mind meld an attractive woman into sitting next to me. The bottom line is I'm married, but given the choice between being smushed up against the wall of the car by a beautiful......