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Philly Apartment Rooftop Connect-O-Pic

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These may seem pointless, but I have fun doing them. This was taken as 4 pictures and I scrapped the 4th picture (which would have been on the far right). I just stuck with these three. This is on the roof of my apartment in stinky, junky, dead beat, south philly back in September (I think). I was shooting toward North (skyline behind the tree, Delaware river to the right – not really visible, so don’t look for it!) Took this long for me to finally dig’m up and slap’m together. They look washed out intentionally so you can see the blended edges of the 3 photos – I feel that’s the point of making Connect-O-Pics in the first place.

As always, click this sucker to blow it up and see it big!

DISCLAIMER:  I do not do this for art!  I do this for fun and my own amusement.  The images don’t match up “perfectly” and that’s point.  I’m just standing there, snapping with my cell phone, turning a little, and snapping again.  Fun little exercise.  It’s supposed to give you a cheap “cyclorama”, “sensaround”, or “panoramadingdong” perspective (or whatever the stupid trendy buzzword is supposed to be in the day of stupid internet fads).  Then again, it might just be a psychological profile for my dormant madness.

In review:

  • See my Sears (Willis) Tower Observation Deck Connect-O-Pic by clicking HERE.
  • See my North Atlantic City, NJ boardwalk Connect-O-Pic by click HERE.
Grinds My Gears, silly

Partly Rainy Snowy Sleety TRENCHY DRILLY JACKHAMMERY

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Yesterday, an army of PGW (Philadelphia Gas Works) and policemen told me to move my car as they were investigating a gas leak on my block.   I moved my car to the other side of the street.  Suddenly a platoon of media trucks showed up.  I couldn’t help but think this had something to do with the big gas pipe explosion that happened last week here in Philly (killing 1 guy).  The police chased them off (thankfully)!

This all started Tuesday, Jan. 25 around 2 PM.  They have been jackhammering and drilling my street (which has been closed) since (even at 3AM).  There are now 4 huge trenches in my street and the sidewalks are all tore up.  Add to this joy, it’s trash day tomorrow, the street is still closed and we’re expecting 10 inches of snow (at most).

Sing it with me, “PHIL-A-DEL-PHI-AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!”

Behold! The soupy shit that is our weather and Trench Number 1 of 4. Click it for a biggy!

It will be very interesting to see what garbage day will hold for us tomorrow when the street is closed and 10 inches of snow is already on the ground.  Place your bets people!!!  (This is better than Parx casino – you don’t even have to leave your kid in the car!)

silly

are you a real south philadelphian?

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REAL SOUTH Philadelphians call the Italian Market “Ninth Street,”
Passyunk “The Avenue.” “Moyamensing” only has 3 syllables.(moy-MEN-sing)
Real South Philadelphians love the challenge of a tight parking spot.
Real South Philadelphians do the “South Philly Slide” through stop signs.
Real South Philadelphians eat macaroni on Sunday.
Real South Philadelphians have an aunt who still has plastic slipcovers on her furniture
Real South Philadelphians scrub their stoop every Saturday morning.
Real South Philadelphians play pinochle and drink homemade red
REAL SOUTH Philadelphians call Second Street “Two Street.”
Real South Philadelphia parents call their young children “mommy” or “daddy.”
Real South Philadelphians add the letters “y” or “ie” after every guy’s name:
(Joey, Paulie, Johnie, Mikey, Sammy, Bobby, Markie, Ralphie, Jimmy, Nicky, etc)
Real South Philadelphians know what “wiz wit” means
Real South Philadelphians have a statue of Mary in their front window surrounded by Phillies/Flyers baubble-heads
Real South Philadelphians know the difference between pizza and tomato pie.
Real South Philadelphian waitresses always call ya “Hon”
Real South Philadelphians still call Frank Rizzo “Mayor Rizzo.”
Real South Philadelphians make their own Lemoncello.

Real South Philadelphians don’t mind the music from the Mister Softee truck
Real South Philadelphians call their favorite treat “wooder ice”(churry or strawburry).
Real South Philadelphians think that $2,500 a year for insurance on a 1977 Toyota Corolla is a bargain.
Real South Philadelphians sleep soundly through gunfire and ambulance sirens.
Real South Philadelphians visit New York and are impressed by how clean it is.
Real South Philadelphians call sprinkles on top of your ice cream cone “jimmies”.
Real South Philadelphians vacation at the Jersey shore (pronounced “Downa shoore”) and think its better than going to the Bahamas (there’s more stuff to do, plus you know everybody.)
Real South Philadelphians know that only tourists go to Geno’s, Pat’s and Jim’s : You only go if you’re drunk and it’s 3:00 a.m.

And most importantly:
It Ain’t Sauce Cuz’ it’s Gravy
And real South Philadelphians have always known that