Philly Boy Roy, X-Ray Photography and Andy Reid

My New Year Eve’s Recap (prepare yourself for a walloping blast of envy): I spent 48 futile minutes trying to convince my two-year-old that teeth-brushing is a good thing; downed one Circus Boy Hefeweizen, quickly chased by two Guinness and a frightening amount of pretzel nuggets; viewed 3-hour marathon of “Jon & Kate Plus 8” (I look forward to the episode next season where Jon duct tapes Kate‘s flapping gums shut); rang in the late night with the dreadful-yet-must-watch Comcast’s D-List, No-Budget New Year Spectacular from O-Town featuring host Todd “Please E, take me back” Newton and musical act Foreigner without Lou Gramm (It’s like that Meatloaf band without the obese, sweat-drenched singer); ended the memorable evening comforting my insane dog who was scared shitless from the fireworks blasting in my very classy neighborhood. Top that.

Philly Boy Roy: The ever-grating, baby-spewing Kate from the above mentioned show has a terrific Philly accent, second only to “The one and only, but not from Olney!” Philly Boy Roy. If you are from the City of Brotherly Love of Guns or listen to the almighty WFMU in Jersey, you are familiar with our favorite son and his pitch-perfect patois, played by indie rock comedy god Jon Wurster. He makes the earth – and Philly in particular – a much merrier place to live.

Listen to a little Roy [MP3] with partner/straight man Tom Scharpling and check out their CD, “The Art of The Slap.” Need more yuks? Visit www.scharplingandwurster.com on a daily basis.

Found: Two new mysterious Lost websites with very cool videos: www.flyoceanicair.com and www.find815.com (zoom in and click the mole!).

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Make Your Own “X-ray Photographs”: Why? Because Aaron from Omnimatter.com makes it easy and fun!

Worst Interview Ever: There was no byline, but I’m pretty certain Larry King must have been tossing the softball questions to Iggles coach Andy Reid and his wife in the latest issue of Philly’s Guide to Plastic Surgeons and Horse-faced Socialites, where the overly permissive parents barely discuss their adult, thug sons’ love of drugs, weapons and violence. Wait, unless someone ripped out some pages, they only talk about the older son and never mention his drug dealing in the inner city (not enough spoiled kids buying the dope in Villanova?). I understand why the Reids were tight-lipped, addiction is horrible and should be a personal matter, but don’t pretend this tepid PR piece was an interview.

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