- October 2, 2008
- filed under Ben Roethlisberger, City Council, Local media, Mayor Ravenstahl, Penguins, Pirates, Random, Steelers, The Damn Pigeons, Yarone Zober
1. It is a beautiful sunny/purple cloudy/blue sky kind of day here in the Burgh. Chilly. Brisk. A great day for the first turtleneck of the season. I would also say a great day for the first do-me boots of the season, but alas, I am still WiiCrippled and that means no four-inch heels for me. I’m in my three-inchers today.
Despite the fact that I am in extreme pain from my yoga injury and despite the fact that my arm is kind of going numb, I still WiiFitted last night for 45 minutes because I hadn’t for three days and I didn’t want to know what Fitty would say if I waited any longer.
So yesterday I got a, “Why, if it isn’t PittGirl!” from Fitty. Jerk.
And to top it off, WiiSteve didn’t even want to work out with me. He put that loser chick trainer in to sub for him. Probably out partying with the Miis.
Now that I can no longer lift my arms above my shoulders, I’m thinking I might need to seek professional back-cracking, neck-snapping, scream-inducing help.
2. Dom over at ineedtwo.com wanted to say thank you to the readers of The Burgh Blog for using his site to purchase tickets. As you know, Dom has hooked me up on several occasions to not just Steelers tickets, but also concert tickets, including fourth row seats for Jeff Dunham.
So, Dom says he’d like to give away some Steelers tickets! We’re having a Steelers ticket giveaway here at The Burgh Blog. Two tickets for the October 26 game versus the Giants.
More details coming.
3. The Angry Drunk Bureaucrat give his suggestions for improving the city’s contract approval process. Including:
(2) Post all contracts over a certain amount online. In order to make the contracts more interesting, however, hide suduko games, word searches, or geocaching locations in the online versions. Or, perhaps turn them into online mad-libs.
The mandatory [NOUN] fee will be [VERB] on a [ADJECTIVE] basis, with each [NOUN] period expiring at the end of each Quarterly Period during the [NOUN]
I’m picking “fart,” “fart,” “farting,” “fart,” and “spatula.”
4. Reader PittCheMBA wrote:
Hi PittGirl, I tried to post a comment about your post about Max Talbot, but my comment would not save, so I am e-mailing you. The phenomena is called “Puck Bunny”. From Wikipedia, http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Puck_bunny, A puck bunny is a female ice hockey fan, often one whose interest in the sport is primarily motivated by sexual attraction to the players rather than enjoyment of the game itself.
The same can be said for Big Ben, except you would probably call them “FUG Bunnies”.
This is genius. Dear Benny Minions? Now instead of just being his minions, you are hereby branded The Fug Bunnies.
5. Best Buccos of Suckitude cartoon ever? Quite. Possibly.
6. Some guy named Phil Rosenstein, who was born in Pittsburgh, is running, yes RUN-NING from Santa Monica, CA to Atlantic City, all to raise awareness and funds for The Mario Lemieux Foundation.
As of September 25, he has run over 1,500 miles of his 3,300 mile journey.
I’ve never ran more than a mile in my life and don’t believe I could run two miles even with a flock of pigeons on my ass being urged on by The Dread Lord himself.
Phil will be in Pittsburgh sometime in November, as you can see here.
7. What my best college friend from Cincinnati is going to find in his inbox later today. Mwah-haha!
(h/t Mike and Charlie)
8. Newlin Archinal has left WPXI (been kicked out?) to be replaced with this plastic Barbie who looks like she could be Tiffany Thiessen’s mom.
9. Finally, some What The Effies:
- Good God, people are sick.
- And very very weird.
- Here’s a gamer that wants us to know he hopes the fact that he larps doesn’t scare you off. And I was all WTF is larps? Sounds like how a cat drinks milk from a bowl. But that can’t be it. So I Googled it. Live Action Role Play. Can’t. Stop. Laughing.
This is a future Big Bang Theory script for sure.
And I don’t know why, but suddenly I can’t get the word “shrubbery” out of my head.