I’m hock up to my eyeballs in work today so I only have time for a quick thought:
I was completely infatuated with The Teeth. Listening to them on my fellow employee’s ITunes is the only way I’ll be able to hear them now. RIP The Teeth!
Now say hello to Purples.
I hope you live up to my expectations. Said expectations tend to be ridiculously high.
I’m sure you’ll be able to appease me though. So far so good.
Mmmmmm…..
Jesus isn’t the only one rising from the dead on Sunday!
Philly Zombie Crawl will host their annual Zombie Pub Crawl up South Street. For most of us this has become a tradition; a tradition better than eating dinner with Uncle Lou farting in the seat next to you, having children screaming around the house, and experiencing the family argument about why Aunt Tracy has had 3 failed marriages and wants to wear white at her 4th wedding. Can you tell the behavior of South Philly families has forever scarred me?
ANYWAY, The zombie crawl starts at 6:00pm with pregaming and zombifying at Tattooed Moms (makeup costs $10.00 and is definitely worth it. They know how to make one hell of a zombie face!) The crawl officially kicks off at 7:45pm where zombies will gather outside Mom’s for the traditional “around the block and down the alley” walk. Then the zombies will disperse with one of four zombie packs: Blood pack, Gore pack, Guts pack, Brain pack. Packs are a new idea this year…due to overcrowded bars last year. Being in a pack should allow better drink accomation and service all night long!
The night ends with a Zombie dance party at Fluid nightclub. No cover till midnight.
Check out more details at the Philly Zombie Crawl website.
Here’s a few tips for all Zombie Crawl virgins:
-People are really creative with their costumes…start working on yours now!
-In need of supplies? Halloween Masquerade is my place of choice but they can get kind of pricey. Last year they had a great deal: if you bought zombie related supplies from there they gave you a discount. I didn’t see that mentioned on the website for this year but it wouldn’t hurt to try! Another good place is Party City on Oregon Ave.
-Take a picture with Zombie Jesus…he’s the leader of this whole thing!
-Make sure to share your pictures on the Zombie Crawl website!
Happy Feaster!
Two things I love about Philadelphia are the local artists and posters. To combine them is just magical for me.
That is why I love the Nite Lights.
The Nite Lights are an eccentric rock band from Philadelphia. I came to know them not from their music but from frontman Joe B.’s posters that are scattered around the city: in the girl’s bathroom at Lucky 13 Pub, going down the steps at Tattooed Moms, above the bar at Bishop’s Collar, and so on (oh no…I only mentioned bars. I really am an 
alcoholic!).
I became infatuated with these dark posters; usually featuring some sort of ironically twisted scene and/or political theme. But what interests me the most is all the posters are done in black and white. They are completely absorbing; forcing you to stare long enough to recognize it the next time you see a similar design.
There’s power in color simplicity that lets these posters jump out from a wall of other posters with bands missing vowels in their name and feature neon exclamation points with flying tigers on top of a shocking pink background…eek!
Check out The Nite Lights posters and music at their Myspace
Or go to one of their upcoming shows!
April 11th @ The Rotunda (Clark Park Festival Fundraiser)
June 11th @ Blinkin Lincoln
A few friends of mine recently brought up the existence of this blog. I told them I no longer use it because I have nothing to write about.
Grant it, I already co-write Philadelphia ExBEERiment, which has had more success in the past six months of its existence than I could possibly have asked for. Other than that I have no other solid interests that can make this blog stand on it’s own in an over saturated market full of music and fashion blogs. And then only the strongest (or most ridiculous) survive.
But then I realized the only thing I know better than most people is Philadelphia. Being born and raised here I can speak about the past, present, and future of Philadelphia with a grace and ease that Art students from Baltimore and suit wearers from the Suburbs could only dream of.
So, it is now my honor to feature:
Riot Von Philly: From Philly. For Philly. About Philly.
A “splog” (sporadic blog…should I copyright that?) where you can get helpful or utterly useless information about Philadelphia.
Because don’t we all need a little something more than Philebrity in our lives?
My eyes aren’t that bad.
They could be worse.
I wear contact and glasses and sometimes I don’t always see what I thought I saw.
I left my house in a rush this morning because I’m usually late for work. As I was edging the corner of my street I saw a bumper sticker and I saw “Glad to be Airbag!”
A double take and a half a turn later I realize it said “Glad to be Airborne!”
While I’m thrilled you are thrilled to be airbourne, I really hate your bumper sticker. I hate bumper stickers in general. They’re sassy, unnecessary, and they make your car look shitty. I specifically didn’t like yours because of it’s tiny font and odd placing because, deep down inside my soul, I was really hoping you were thrilled to be an airbag.
So I say go and vote.
Please. Save Us!
Otherwise…
Anyone else have their Guy Fawkes masks ready for the 5th?
Biden is making his final stop in Philadelphia before the polls open tomorrow. He’ll be speaking (and appearing with Jimmy Rollins) at Marconi Plaza (w00t w00t South Philly!). Doors at 8:30pm. They’re asking everyone to RSVP.
More info found here:
Our crowd (I am a blob somewhere in the masses):
followed by destruction:
The night the Phillies won I couldn’t be happier. It was the first time I’ve seen people INSANELY happy in this city; excluding the fact that every was drunk and high.
My Phillies Phanny was at 19th and Chestnut when we won. “We really won? Really? Is this happening?” was the only thing I could say. But the walk down Chestnut St was the most amazing thing I’ve ever been a part of. People were flowing out of bars like it was a cockaroach hotel; spilling out into the streets with joyous hoopin’ and hollerin’. Cars feverously beeping their horns in sync to “LET’S GO PHILLES! *DUN DUN DUNDUNDUN*” with people hanging out of windows, truckbeds, sunroofs. Everyone was giving high fives, handshakes, and hugs to friends and strangers alike as they made their way towards Broad St.
Broad was quite fun until I remember I could possibly have an anxiety attack at any moment. Wall to wall of people down the city’s infamous street. People scaling anything possible.
Then it came. The WAVE OF DESTRUCTION.
Breaking windows, uprooting tress. People fell through a bus shelter glass (who in gods name stands on a bus shelter in a group?!). And a few fires and car wrecking to top it all off.
(blabbing: Don’t get me wrong. I like my fair share of the good ol’ riot. But we were happy! When I think of Riot I don’t think HAPPY. I think more of “OMG they took the parade off BROAD ST?! KILL EMMMMM!” Now…THAT’S a riot!)
Then it was CRAZY TOWN for the next three days. Just watch the videos on YouTube. You’ll understand.
I love the Phillies and Philadelphia. But I got tired of the city’s reaction to a win really quick. It effed up my schedule, and my transportation, and my sleep for three days. Besides the night they won and the parade, I just felt like I could not take much more.
But now we have a victory. Hooray.
Do you think we’ll do the same degree of rioting and partying if they win next year?
Dear lord I hope not.
Note: The following post is made possible by my mother for you see I am no longer allowed to bring up this topic in front of her. She’s tired of me stepping on my soapbox and preaching about how much I despise this American holiday.
Ah…good ol’ Christopher Columbus Day. The morning route to work was dead. How many people really get the day off? I know I was off all throughout my schooling and that the banks and post offices have off. But what I would like to know is WHYYYYYY?
Why do we as Americans celebrate this day? Christopher Columbus, as we all know, was a complete moron. He sailed in the wrong direction, landed thinking he was in the West Indies, and started calling everyone Indians. And, according to the People’s History (read it…I’ve heard good things) was a really cruel, moronic person.
I am utterly appalled that we celebrate this man every year. Especially in South Philly…oh boy do we eat up this day up here! A parade and little red, white, and green flags everywhere! Holy people and polictical people of all sorts parading down the streets; shaking people’s hands while smiling and waving. Then there’s high school kids from all over the Philadelphia area marching, screaming, and running. And tons of food (the only good thing from my point of view). The word “tons” doesn’t justify it. There’s bloomin’ onions, pizza, sausage, pasta, meatball sandwhiches, cheesesteaks, pasteries, etc. People do Italian dances and sing Italian music. It pretty much becomes Italian Pride Day.
But why celebrate such a horrible person? Yes he DID technically make a heavy impact on our history but, I feel, it’s nothing to celebrate. This might sound a little crazy but, oh I don’t know, maybe…just maybe…we should be celebrating AMERIGO VESPUCCI? Ya know…the guy AMERICA is named after? The SMART Italian navigator who knew EXACTLY WHERE THE HELL HE WAS GOING (after the first attempt of course)? As one educational site says “Columbus found the new world, but Vespucci was the man who recognized that it was a new world.”
Amerigooooo! Huzzah!
But no, every year, we continue to celebrate Columbus the asshole. I planned to wear a handmade Amerigo Vespucci shirt to the parade yesterday but had to attend a christening instead. Oh well, I guess there is always next year…or the year after that…or the year after that 
Riot’s conclusion: COLUMBUS SUCKS! AMERIGO IS AWESOME! Let’s celebrate!
