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Two new things at Good Grief!

A photo album of spring in Philadelphia (including the trip to Citizen’s Bank Park)
A consumer whore page of links to Amazon.com. Probably not of interest to the general audience. Here’s how it should work: friends will tell me what they’re planning to buy from Amazon.com, I’ll put […]

He is maxing out my bullshit capabilities today. He and the other managers are developing a Power Point show to introduce our department to the rest of the organization. Needless to say, the race is on to see which boss can devise the baddest-ass motto for his or her division. I’m in […]

Some readers are implying that Good Grief! has unreasonable standards for both men and baseball stadiums. First of all, please do not misunderstand your hostess’s dry sense of humor. Secondly, realize that this forum employs a certain amount of hyperbole and artistic license.
That being said, if I spend $35 on a baseball game, […]

Today’s arts pick is located in Northern Liberties, a Philadelphia neighborhood known for its artistic residents.
To the untrained eye, the simplicity of this piece is deceptive–one may be tempted to question its substance and value. Look closely, however, and you’ll begin to appreciate this unknown artist. White is his color of […]

Out with the old…

…and in with the new.

Is Philly’s new baseball stadium, Citizens Bank Park, as great as everyone says it is? Did we get our money’s worth? Should there be an apostrophe in Citizens?
General impression: vast improvement over Veterans’ Stadium, but claustrophobic. I’ve been to the Vet for sold-out games […]

Don’t you hate preachy movies? Hey, movie people—it’s ok to give us some background, but don’t insult our intelligence by carefully spelling out the moral of the story. The best movies spin a good yarn and trust the audience to draw its own conclusions.
Happily, The Cordon, an underappreciated gem at this […]

I marched into his office this morning and tried to piss him off by announcing my plan to drop out of society and smoke reefers. Whereupon he laughed his ass off, explaining that the plural of reefer is reefer, not reefers. Damn him.

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A slew of font-related news yesterday…
Yale University now has its own typeface, designed to be “a kind of core element of [the school’s] identity.” The smart-ass in me wants to steal the font and use it on Good Grief!, but I’d rather not mix it up with a bunch of snooty New England graphic […]

Ah, a tranquil movie featuring easy-going, rural Mongolians, fuzzy little lambs, and baby camels. The perfect selection for womens’ night at the Philadelphia Film Festival. Except that one of the baby camels—a white calf with big, sad eyes—is rejected by its mother. Rejected? So far this week, my hair stylist ran […]

The project team here in the soulless New Jersey office park is pretty diverse when it comes to religion. Our small group comprises an agnostic, a Hindu, a Jew, a few Christians, and a Muslim (Buddhists, please forward your resum&eacutes). Naturally, we’re always in the middle of someone’s holiday; the most recent was […]