This summer I, like many of my peers, interned in New York. I learned many things, but most importantly I learned what others neglected to mention: ALERT!
This summer I, like many of my peers, interned in New York. I learned many things, but most importantly I learned what others neglected to mention: ALERT!
This week's "That Guy" is none other than Michael C. Maronna. Michael C. who, you ask? You may not know his name but you'll never forget his pale skin, gangly figure, fiery mane or his cracking pubescent voice as narrator of the bizarre storylines of Nickelodeon's cult favorite, The Adventures of Pete and Pete.
Since Pete and Pete's cancellation in 1996, Michael has been on the Hollywood backburner, getting suspended from high school for setting guitars on fire, studying film and re-emerging onto the Hollywood scene.
In 2002, Maronna made his first appearance on the big screen since his 1990 debut in Home Alone as Jeff, one of Kevin's (Macaulay Culkin) older siblings.
According to the U.S. Center for Disease Control, six out of 10 Americans are either overweight or obese, but have you ever noticed how these same large and in charge Americans are obsessed with Disney's Winnie the Pooh?
I have what some may call a sick affection for the homeless. I don't know whether it's their dirty skin, smelly garb, or the possibility that they're schizophrenic and bipolar but those boys (and girls) just make me smile.
One, two, three and four, five, six, seven, and eight." These sounds of drilling dancers to perfection are the first things I hear above my own desperate gasps for air as I scale the steps of Pottruck Fitness Center (perhaps it's been a little too long since I last visited the gym) to watch Strictly Funk's reherse for their spring show.
Laff House
221 South Street
Wed-Thu, 8:30 p.m., Fri, 8:30 p.m. & 10:45 p.m., Sat, 7 p.m., 9 p.m. & 11 p.m., ticket prices vary
(215) 440-HAHA
www.laffhouse.com
As everyone knows, Philadelphia proudly calls itself the "City of Brotherly Love." Not a day goes by without feeling shrouded in "love"-- whether it's Handy Andy screaming "Fuck you mother fucker" outside one's window, getting the hairy eyeball while ordering a sandwich at Houston Hall or almost getting hit by a Septa bus on one's way to class.
Caviar Assouline
505 Vine Street
Mon-Sat, 10 a.m. - 6 p.m.
(215) 627-3511
Caviar, Dom Perignon, fois gras, escargot and cocaine are dietary staples of any self-respecting Penn undergrad.