The other day I was pulling into a parking lot of a WaWa in South Philadelphia. When I got out of my car there was an African-American man sitting by the trash can begging for change and food. Usually I mutter all sorts of colorful obscenities under my breath, as the City of Brotherly love is overrun by “beggars” that have all kinds of sob stories that I less than give a shit about. This man was different. He wasn’t rude like other “beggars” using non-typical words such as please and thank you. As I gazed upon him I could see that his face was withered and worn with a look of pure desperation in his eyes. I could actually see the “sadness” that followed him around like a little black rain cloud.
As I am in the store getting myself some iced tea I kept wondering what the man’s story was. What was it that brought him sitting outside a WaWa in hopes that a good samaritan would do something kind for him?
Instead of having my usually shitty attitude regarding this matter; I decided to make a small difference in the man’s day. I grabbed a few iced teas, some soft pretzels and a pre-made sandwich from the case.
As I handed the bag to the man he gazed a me in shock. He explained that I was the first person in a long time that went out of their way and actually gave him something to eat out of the kindness of their heart.
I said “My pleasure; I hope you enjoy it. Have a nice day, and hope things start coming up sunshine for you.”
Driving away my eyes filled with tears thinking of the man, and the kind words he said to me.
Mike and I had dinner at Sabrina’s Cafe on 18th and Callowhill Streets in the Fairmount Section of Philadelphia this evening. We decided on this restaurant as Mike exclaimed how delectable their chicken cutlets were. What an adorable place it was. It had a very relaxed and welcoming atmosphere with dim lighting and quaint cafe style seating.
Of course Mike ordered Mel’s Chicken Cutlet Sandwich MINUS the roll with sesame seeds, marinated long hots and spinach. Instead he asked for wheat toast, chicken cutlet with cheese only and NO coleslaw on the plate.
As we are sitting having some nice conversation our waitress brings the food to our table. To Mike’s surprise his sandwich was made correctly with one exception, part of the sandwich was laying on top of a side of coleslaw! I noticed that “look” in Mike’s eyes; then a meltdown commenced. The frantic smelling of the bread because it was tainted by coleslaw. Then the cutting of the tainted pieces of bread started. The last straw was hearing the love of my life calling himself a freak because he little quirk.
I explained to him that he was not a freak, and he needs to stop whining and solve the issue at hand. I assured him that his quirk was normal and completely acceptable. If society can accept people that will not eat meat then dammit society can accept someone that does not eat vegetables. I told him that he has two choices; 1. to accept that they fucked up his order after he politely requested what he wanted, or 2. tell the waitress to have a new sandwich made for him, because he is allergic to cabbage. Mike took my advice and asked the waitress for a new sammie. The waitress politely obliged and had a new sandwich made for him.
She brought the freshly made sammie to the table, and all was right in the world. To see him enjoy every little bite of his expectation of the perfect chicken cutlet samdwich meant everything to me. He was happy and content with his meal.
Those were not the exact words that Mike used when we first started talking, but knowing that he had a vasectomy was another check mark in the positive column for this guy.
When you first start talking to someone of the opposite sex, especially at my age you intently wait for the …. “Do you have kids?” “Do you want kids?” when I say no; it’s always a barrage of idiotic questions that follow. So to be fortunate enough to find someone with similar views on the matter was quite soothing.
No I did not choose not to have kids, because I hate them! That is everyone’s first assumption, which I am sorry, but that makes you kind of an asshole! I don’t judge those that want to have kids especially in the fucked up society we have today. Nor do I judge those (well I kind of do) that do not know how to keep their legs shut, and my hard work pays for them to feed, clothe and house their little accidents.
It’s a personal choice like it is sometime’s choice to have a kid. I don’t question your choices so please don’t question mine!
Although I am a little behind in my reading; this is hands down one of the most incredible and creative stories I have read! Chew is written by John Layman with amazing artwork by Rob Guillory, and published by Image Comics.
Chew is about a Tony Chu, a United Stated FDA agent that solves crime by getting psychic impressions from the food that he eats; yes that’s right he can take a bite of food and receive psychic impressions!
The story takes place in a time where all chicken and other bird meats are illegal, after a horrific outbreak of the bird flu killed 23 million Americans. The protagonist is Tony Chu, a police detective who is a Cibopath (will be explained momentarily). It all begins with Tony becoming a vice cop with the Philadelphia Police Department, and while on an assignment in search of chicken smugglers, receives an invitation from the US FDA to enter a black market chicken restaurant . He has a bowl of chicken soup only to find he gets a psychic impression of the cook killing people and putting them into the soup. He goes to bust the cook, only for the cook to kill himself outside the restaurant. Chu eats the cook to find out the names of the rest of the victims. He is fired from his job with the Philadelphia PD and gets hired on to the FDA by an agent named Mason Savoy, who is also a cibopath.
Now to explain, a Cibopath can take a bite from anything and get a psychic sensation of what has happened to that object. The only thing it does not work on is beets.
Sounds interestingly amazing so far, right? I suggest going on amazon and ordering the books, you will be addicted!
I was introduced to this wonderful specimen at Anime USA 2016 (You can read my blog about Anime USA here.); by my boyfriend Mike while visiting his booth in the Dealers Room. Blitz was cosplaying as Dr. Clayton Forrester from MST3K complete with his own Tom Servo! He also hosted a Panel entitled “Awesomely Bad Japanese Music Videos” that was horribly wonderful.
Most importantly he is the creator of, “Conventional Wisdom, What happens at an anime convention doesn’t stay at an anime convention”. Blitz squeeeed in delight that Mike snatched up every issue he had proudly displayed on his table, and noted that Mike single handedly turned a profit for him that weekend.
Blitz’s comic was an “accident” of sorts. When he started attending cons many moons ago, he would keep a journal of the weekend and post them on “before there was Facebook” social media. When attending his first Otakon, he wanted the memory to be epic and incorporated a few cartoons about the weekend in the journal. When this was noticed people started taking to it, asking to see his work. Shortly after he realized the magnitude of his creation he started flaunting his creation for all to see, and has become a staple for many con goers ever since.
I give his comic the Cookeepuss seal of approval!
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This was one of the best weekends I have had in quite a long time, and was the very first anime con I attended thanks to my wonderful boyfriend and partner in crime!
It was a fun night despite the fact that Jules had to bail out at the last minute due to her fibromyalgia. I felt horrible, because I knew that she was looking forward to coming out with us for weeks.
After redoing my make up roughly three times (I wanted to look perfect), I ventured out to the city to meet up with Mike and Jon. I was so excited to see Mike in his Halloween costume (Dr. Cosmo McKinley from Shock Treatment), and I know he was equally excited to see me in mine (I dressed as a naughty nun).
The night prior I was up until after 1am preparing his costume while watching Shock Treatment for the first time. For you Rocky Horror fans out there I highly recommend this movie. Is it the best no, but it’s like a train wreck that you can’t take your eyes off of. If you like bad singing, acting and have a thing for incest; then this is definitely a movie for you.
I parked in our usual spot at 5th and Market where the boys met me, well scared the shit out of me actually. I did not realize that they were coming into the garage to meet me, and became startled when Mike came down the stairwell. We dumped some stuff in my car then ventured out into the streets of Old City.
We popped into 7-Eleven so Mike could pick up a gift card for Little Miss Roller Hoops (it was her birthday). While there the guy behind the counter actually asked me if I was a real nun. What?!? The last I remembered nuns did not wear slutty make up, fishnet stockings and sexy heels. I found it flattering and hysterical all at the same time, as I knew the guy was obviously flirting with me. The whole situation gave the three of us a hearty chuckle.
On to Happily Ever After we went. I was excited to get a PB and banana smoothie. Mike got his usual cup of dry Captain Crunch and iced Chi Tea, and Jon got what looked like chocolate lava cake. YUM!
Off to the Ritz we went! Mike and I got quite the stairs walking through the city streets in our Halloween costumes.
It was a fun time as usual! Mike’s costume was a hot of course, and he was pulled out of his seat by one of the shadow cast members when they played the trailer for Shock Treatment. The shadow cast opened the show with the dance from Young Frankenstein; it was pretty amazeballs, as that is my favorite scene from the movie. The lines thrown out during the movie were entertaining as usual.