Missing Palmer West @ Johnny Brenda's

Hi all, Thought I'd share some pics from Saturday's awesome MPW show at Johnny Brenda's.

God Knows I'm No Saint Paul

Hi Townies, I know I've been MIA but I must admit that my "trial retirement" has kept me busy. One of the activities has been the construction and filming of a music video for Missing Palmer West song "God Knows I'm No Saint Paul".  Beeps and I spent HOURS and HOURS making this. We cut out and assembled sets and personalities and painstakingly moved them bit by bit to make it into a nice little montage.  We're pretty proud of how it turned out although we might make some minor changes before all is said and done.

I'm pleased to premier this video exclusively to my Townies.  Do enjoy.

MPW at Johnny Brenda's

Hi Townies, First let me apologize for not posting in a while. On Monday of last week I gave my 4 weeks notice to my boss that I was leaving. I offered to stick around, train a new person, finish some outstanding projects, clean up my desk, etc. And instead I was told "Today will be your last day." So I've been in a "trial retirement" for the past week and a half. I been traveling and seeing family. (I actually got fugged, I'll post about that later Lioux) and just really enjoying myself with Beeps. So as you can imagine, blogging hasn't been much of a priority.

However, this post is important because Missing Palmer West will be playing at Johnny Brenda's this Saturday night. Check out this GREAT plug in Philadelphia Weekly magazine online.

And hope to see you all there.

8pm. $8.
With Audible + Buried Beds.
Johnny Brenda's, 1201 Frankford Ave.
215.739.9684

Mice Follies

Hi Townies, sorry for my absence. I was on vacation for a week and did not have time to blog. But I'm back. I do have some things to explain in the coming days which will also shed some light on my absence. So stay tuned. Until then, enjoy this great Tom and Jerry cartoon. While Beeps and I were away, we got to talking about T&J cartoons with his parents. I remember this one vividly and know that it will always be my favorite. Be sure to tell me yours. Enjoy:

Two and Two

A few years back we were out at Kooma for Smoochies' b-dude and while we were having delicious drinks at the bar, a very tan, leather-faced man walked by wearing a bomber jacket. We immediately identified him as Chuck Woolery. You know, the "be back in two and two" guy. We joked about it for the next few nights like it was a big deal. Because at this point, about 2 years ago, Dub-C did not have the plethora of celebrity sightings that it does today. i.e. M. Night Shyamalan, Marky Mark, Jennifer Aniston, Dr. Zibbs (That Blue Yak, Google it), Bango, Owen Wilson, Tova Borgnine, Cole Hamels, JDizzle, BAM, John Young, etc.

Anyway. I forgot about that sighting until the other day when I was reading the comments on West Chester Guerilla Drive-in and noticed that someone else has seen him too. Recently. So I did some very in-depth research (I typed "Chuck Woolery West Chester" in the Google search line). And voila!

Woolery often speaks enthusiastically about bass fishing and sells his own line of fishing products, including "MotoLure", a motorized lure that emulates a small fish. Woolery's passion for the outdoors has also enabled him to become the "official outdoor spokesman" on QVC - the television shopping network - where Woolery promotes many other signature products.
If you aren't a Dub-C resident then you should know that QVC is located here just outside of town. You can also check out the Woolery-endorsed products here.

Anyway. So that's some useless knowledge for you to chew on over the weekend. Let me know if you have your own Dub-C celebrity sighting. Oh, and one more thing, apparently Chuck is a big fan of diamonds and has a diamond encrusted bass guitar. (it's a fact, look it up) The only problem I have with this information is that it's a BASS guitar. Seriously? A bass? I mean, I have no musical talent but could probably master the bass guitar if left alone with one for 24 hours. Couldn't he at least get a diamond encrusted real guitar.

No offense bass players. Have a great weekend all.

Golden Girls

My sister sent me this email the other day. I found it fairly amusing and she'll probably kill me for posting it.

"Remember the silly conversation at Scott's about a knitting circle? I'd really like to learn how to knit. Would you girls be interested in getting together for something like that?"

Um... how freaking old and boring does she think I am? Ok, I do know how to knit a little bit. I picked it up one winter because I had broken my foot and was bored being trapped inside. Plus, I don't really remember that conversation and I wasn't even drinking that night! I guess I committed to this at some point in the evening.

That girl needs to get married and pop out some kids soon or I'm doomed to a life of collecting cats and crafts.

No, Really?

So as you know, from these posts, I have been obsessed with the Stephenie Meyer book series about teenage love and vampires. Well, the last and final book in the series, Breaking Dawn, comes out on Saturday. And the more I Google it day and night (cause it's an obsession don't forget) I find that I might have to worry about actually just FINDING a book to purchase that day. So I decided to be a smart shopper and reserve my copy at Chester County Books and Music. Now remember that JDizzle doesn't read. Often.

Here is a transcription of how that call went. (Name has been changed to protect the innocent):

Scott: "Hello, Chester County Books and Music, this is Scott, can I help you?"

Me: "Yes, I'd like to 'reserve' a book or whatever it's called. You know, before the book comes out so I can be sure to get a copy when it's released."

Scott: "Sure, what's it called?"

Me: Breaking Dawn

Silence. I think he's typing to look it up.

Scott: "Is that that stupid..."

Me: Silence. My cheeks redden with embarrassment. I think to myself "I know I'm like the only 30-something, happily married woman, reading these novels, but is he passing judgment on my reading selection? Seriously? The guy works the register at the book store and HE'S poo-pooing my novel choice? I mean, I get that I'm not in high school, but maybe I'm buying it for my daughter as a gift instead of buying for myself." (I don't have kids, but he doesn't know that.)

Scott: Silence.

Me: "I think it comes out on Saturday."

Scott: "That's an odd time for a book release."

Me to myself: "Did he just call me a liar? First he craps on my book obsession and now he's calling me out?"

Scott: "Oh, Stephenie Meyer. Got it. And you're right , it does come out on Saturday."

Me: "Great"

Scott: "What's your last name?"

Me: "Smith."

Scott: Laughing "No, really?"

Me: "yes, really." Did he just called me a liar AGAIN?

Scott: "What's your first name?"

Me: I tell him.

Scott: "It will be here for you on Saturday for pick up."

Me: "Thanks."

We hang up. I knew there was another reason I didn't read.