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Billy Penn, my friend
Your curse has come to an end
Philly's on the mend

Brotherly lovin'
Spills through the streets and buildings
Like a tsunami

Now Eagles, Flyers,
76ers - you're next...
It IS possible!

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Caribou Barbie
Get off my ice, vapid cooz
Whore your lies elsewhere

This is Philly, bitch
The town that snowballed Santa
Think we won't get you?

Here me now, comrades
Of the orange, white and black
Bring rotten eggs. Lots.

*For those of you confused by this death haiku, I was just informed last night by bittercrow that America's most famous ( Read more... )

OK, I think I'm done with my post-con haze. As probably many of you reading this already know from my other LJ friends who are also your LJ friends (for the most part), this past weekend was SalonCon, the small steampunk convention in northish Jersey. By "small", I mean probably a couple hundred people. It was my first one, as well as most of the ( Read more... )

Today Shelle started being a real soccer mom, which I guess makes me the wordful "soccer soon-to-be-stepdad". Archer had his first practice and scrimmage game, and did very well. He clung to his mom's leg, afraid to join the group at the beginning, but we pried him off and threw him at the wolves. I told him "Dude, as soon as you score a goal, you' ( Read more... )

Mother Goose is Dead ( Read more... )

What is this blue thing?
Windshield wiper fluid, or
a tasty lunch treat?

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A good day to die
Longer-lived than expected
You done us proud, boys

Like Thermopylae
You faced too many weapons
Brave, but undermanned

Give one last war cry
"THIS. IS. PHILADELPHIA!"
(...And maybe one win)

Next season looks bright
With our youth, our chemistry
And our word: Vengeance

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Number one seed my ass.
Five games, hardly a contest;
Bring on number two.

Penguins, flightless birds,
Classless brats, Prima donnas.
Coming for you, Sid.

May the best team win
This Pennsylvania showdown,
...And destroy Detroit.

So we took Archer to his second Phantoms game this past Sunday, a playoff game this time. I got someone on the ice to flip us a puck over the glass before the game started, which thrilled the boy to no end, especially because the puck had a chunk taken out of it from a slapshot. The highlight of the game wasn't in the actual game (which kind of ( Read more... )

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My friends in the north,
Apologies in advance
For this DHT.

But orange and black
Is my top priority.
Death to Montreal!

Top seed in the East,
May your boys play with honor-
And lose in seven.