tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13782060011938065972011-04-21T15:22:49.889-04:00Sarchasm [sahr-kaz-uhm],(n): the gulf between the author of sarcastic wit and the recipient who doesn't get it.Broad & Markethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16045393817809403282noreply@blogger.comBlogger131100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1378206001193806597.post-40933649452705438902008-03-15T20:22:00.002-04:002008-03-15T20:39:37.863-04:00

So for the first time in almost 10 years, I have a job that is fun. Not a little bit of fun. A lot of fun. Basically, my days are filled with meetings. Meeting Type #1 - Meetings with people who want something from me.These are fun. Partly because its nice to be able to actually help someone with something and partly because it's nice to not be the one asking for something. People who want

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So this past Saturday night I ventured to a strip club with my friend and his wife. Strip clubs always evoke a weird sort of childhood nostalgia. Growing up, there used to be this ridiculously tacky and large strip club that I passed twice a day on Admiral Wilson Boulevard in Camden. The name of the place was Showgirl Palace. The Palace had color photos of scantily clad ladies with mall hair and

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So, you may have noticed the lack of posts over the last couple of weeks. The simple explanation is that I've been super busy. The more complicated explanation is that I've switched jobs, and my new job is actually enjoyable, which leaves me less time to whine and moan via blog. Anyway. When I restarted the blog, I vowed that I would try to update at least once a week. Now that I'm settled into

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Philadelphia hipsters are everywhere. They are a plague upon my fair city. Their sustenance consists solely of PBR from Bob and Barbara's and irony. They spend hundreds of dollars on their frayed and worn messenger bag. The obligatory messenger bag complements their retro track bike, which gets them around NoLibs or SoSo (not Midtown though. Hipsters hate Midtown). They spend hours picking out an

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Newly Discovered Rodent or Baby R.O.U.S?According to an AP article, "Researchers in a remote jungle in Indonesia have discovered a giant rat and a tiny possum that are apparently new to science, underscoring the stunning biodiversity of the Southeast Asian nation."How is this news? Apparently scientist are totally unfamiliar with the book and film, "The Princess Bride." Everyone knows that the

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I researched and wrote 32 pages of motions and accompanying memoranda of law today, so I'm going to be lazy and post one of the few interesting surveys floating out on the interweb. I totally stole this from Lora, which may or may not be payback for her theft of homage to my hobo camp post.Doing this "survey" I realized that I have some pretty fucking embarrassing music on my iPod. What's the

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Holiday office parties tend to unleash all of the pent up energy and frustration that work has built up over the last 12 months. Add the stress of the holidays, and being forced to make nice with work people after hours and throw in open bar and you have a recipe for disaster. I'm not even talking about my own office party which saw enough inappropriate, debaucherous and borderline illegal

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Today I received a phone call from my 19 year-old sister who is currently a college sophomore in the middle of finals. She is preparing for one final which will consist of two essays. However, the professor was kind enough to provide the class with four essays ahead of time, two of which would be used on the final. Per her mathmatical calculations she figures she needs to prepare at least 3

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Saturday afternoon I took the dogs over to the Locust run dog park down by the river. The park was fairly busy and as I herded my two dogs into the run, I heard a woman comment, "Oh Ed, look at the two labs coming in. Ginger is going to be excited!" So after I let the dogs loose my puppy immediately gravitates towards a young Golden. It's at this point that I realize that the owners of the

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Dear Homeless People of Philadelphia,No. I don't have any change. Really. Do you have an ATM under that urine stained blanket? No? Well then looks like you are shit out of luck.Is it me or have the number of homeless people in Center City sky rocketed since it got cold? I'm assuming that the number didn't necessarily rise, but rather they left their hangout at the park in front of the library on

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Earlier this week, I stopped by the mall on my way back from a meeting with a client. It was late morning and the mall was fairly empty. In fact, the majority of people present were stay-at-home-moms and their kids there to get a picture with Santa. I'm walking towards the food court to grab a bite to eat when I hear what is best described as a banshee like wail eminating from a five-year old

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This year was a break from my typical Thanksgiving routine. My typical Thanksgiving is as follows:1000 hours - Arrive at my parents home in order to prepare for the 2.5 hour car-ride to my dad's family's home. As usual, the mother is running late. The kitchen counter is covered with dishes wrapped in aluminum foil. The ridiculous amount of food is evidence that my mom thinks she is the only one

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So I "bagged" my first deer last night. And by "bagged" I mean "hit with my car". Even that isn't entirely accurate, as it was more like my car got hit by the deer.It's approximately 2:30 a.m. and I am in the middle of nowhere, South Carolina. Which means that I've been driving for approximately 12 hours, without incident. I'm only 15 minutes away from my destination on a lonely stretch of

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