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play this at my funeral
White people playing totally awesome funk?
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I'll take 10 please
We'll form a gang and call ourselves the Maico-Mobil Marauders, and we will be feared by children and old woman alike.
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In Philly in this weekend? Check it.
Bonerama
Thu.-Sat., July 16-18, 8 and 10 p.m., $10, Philly Improv Theater at the Shubin Theatre, 407 Bainbridge St., 267-233-1556,phillyimprovtheater.com.
Published: Jul 14, 2009
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A bonerama is not what you think it is.
"I tried to throw a roller-skating birthday party under that name, and it didn't work out," says Tabitha Vidaurri. "Apparently, it's this old, Valley-girl slang word for 'the mall,' and I like to believe that."
Vidaurri, along with Alexis Simpson and Meg Favreau, are the local ladies behindBonerama, also the name of their all-female sketch and improv festival. The three-day event will feature female standup comedians from the region, improv performances by BWP and Cecily and Gwendolyn, and a "Bonerama Variety Hour," where performers will introduce new material created just for the fest. Best of all, though, it kicks off Thursday with The Real Housewives of Philadelphia, a sketch that follows a circle of wives, playing out all the familiar drama (i.e. ex-husbands and fake boobies) of Bravo's highly dramatic and widely publicized reality series — with some Philly flair, of course.
Despite the occasion's all-female design, the ladies say it's really just an excuse to have a comedy festival.
"The last thing I want is for this to be seen as some sort of separate-but-equal thing, giving the impression that women can be funny if they're in a little box by themselves," says Favreau. "Women in Philadelphia comedy, and comedy in general, hold their own."
Reposted from the Citypaper
Wednesday, July 15, 2009
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"That's no player, that's me!"
That little boy is Frank "Sugarchile" Robinson. Click his name to learn more.
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Movin' on up
Imagine how amazing it must have been when you could look into the night sky and see that we finally made it, that we finally accomplished what the human race has longed for since the dawn of time... to kill the moon.
Seriously, how cool was that?
A Thank-You Note to Men
By Mary-Louise ParkerTo you, whom it may concern:
Manly creature, who smells good even when you don't, you wake up too slowly, with fuzzy, vertical hair and a slightly lost look on your face as though you are seven or seventy-five; you can fix my front door, my sink, and open most jars; you, who lose a cuff link and have to settle for a safety pin, you have promised to slay unfortunate interlopers and dragons with your Phillips head or Montblanc; to you, because you will notice a woman with a healthy chunk of years or pounds on her and let out a wolf whistle under your breath and mean it; because you think either rug will be fine, really it will; you seem to walk down the street a little taller than me, a little more aware but with a purpose still; to you who codifies, conjugates, slams a puck, baits a hook, builds a decent cabinet or the perfect sandwich; you who gives a twenty to the kids selling Hershey's bars and waits at baggage claim for three hours in your flannel shirt; you, sir, you take my order, my pulse, my bullshit; you who soaps me in the shower, soaks with me in the tub; to you, boy grown-up, the gentleman, soldier, professor, or caveman, the fancy man with initials on your towels and salt on your chocolates, to you and to that guy at the concession stand; thank you for the tour of the vineyard, the fire station, the sound booth, thank you for the kaleidoscope, the Horsehead Nebula, the painting, the truth; to you who carries me across the parking lot, up the stairs, to the ER, to roll-away or rice mat; to you who shows up every so often only to confuse and torment, and you who stays in orbit, always, to my left and steady, you stood up for me, I won't forget that; to you, the one who can't figure it out and never will, and you who lost the remote, the dog, or your way altogether; to you, wizard, you sang in my ear and brought me back from the dead, you tell me things, make me shiver; to the ones who destroyed me, even if for a minute, and to the ones who grew me, consumed me, gave me my heart back times ten; to most everything that deserves to call itself a man: How I do love thee, with your skill to light fires that keep me warm, light me up.
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