PhillyB

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About PhillyB

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  • Birthday 08/30/1985

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  1. PhillyB added a post in a topic Pretend this bar opens up in your city. Would you go to it?   

    yep, rent should be under $2k a month, plus utilities, insurance, and obviously product.
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  2. PhillyB added a post in a topic Pretend this bar opens up in your city. Would you go to it?   

    part of the rationale behind not doing liquor is not having to worry about stupid ALE laws about having to make food account for 50% of revenue, which then eliminates the purely functional need to have food sold on the premises (i don't wanna have to deal with a membership system, which is the alternative to a liquor-serving bar with no alcohol.) it also vastly cuts down the upfront costs, staffing, storage, etc.
    liability insurance costs are pretty low (should be 1-2k per year) and profit margins shouldn't be too bad on beer and wine. shrinkage should be much lower than it would be with liquor and food.
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  3. PhillyB added a post in a topic Pretend this bar opens up in your city. Would you go to it?   

    curious how many other people this is specifically a problem for. does a frosted glass make a difference at all, or is it simply that fact it's not a draft?
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  4. PhillyB added a post in a topic Pretend this bar opens up in your city. Would you go to it?   

    sorry, state liquor laws disallow giving peoples' bourbons away
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  5. PhillyB added a post in a topic After looking at this how can you not approve of Obama?   

    yeah i was hoping if he ever stumbled in here it'd be to shitpost about trickle-down economics. dammit
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  6. PhillyB added a post in a topic Pretend this bar opens up in your city. Would you go to it?   

    would it bother you that the menu wasn't in-house? if you could put in an order at the bar for, say, potato skins, and ten minutes later it showed up at your table for consumption on the spot, would this make a difference for you?
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  7. PhillyB added a post in a topic After looking at this how can you not approve of Obama?   

    nooooooooooooooo
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  8. PhillyB added a post in a topic Arsonist Targets Predominately Black Church in Charlotte, North Carolina   

    attack on architecture! 
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  9. PhillyB added a topic in The Lounge   

    Pretend this bar opens up in your city. Would you go to it?
    Hey look, a new bar just opened up in your city! It has a fairly upscale sounding name. It's a craft beer bar the deals solely in bottled beer and wine. No draft systems, no liquor. No food prepared on the premises, but there's a food menu available for standard pub grub contracted out by a local food joint (you place the order with the bar and a delivery guy comes in with your hot sub or whatever.)
    The bar features something like two hundred different beers, ranging from your standard light beers, Yuenglings, whatever, but is known for not just craft beers but international beers. An entire selection of beers from Laos, for instance, or every beer australia's ever produced. Menus are divided by country rather than style, and subcategorized by style. You can travel the world on the menu.
    The bar itself is very small, very intimate. The decor is artistic without being obnoxious or overwhelming. interesting artwork, some cool lounge areas. Music is a random mix of 90s rock, pop, and covers. Occasional live music (acoustic covers) in the back, probably friday nights.
    While the bar is not themed as a sports bar in any sense, it's marketed to be the de facto Panthers bar in your city, if your city doesn't really already have one. This means on Sundays the place gets absolutely packed out. There's a number of televisions and you don't have to twiddle your thumbs nervously hoping the bartender will have the game on at kickoff. Always Panthers on the main screens, always Panthers sound kicked way up. There's not going to be tons of room, so you better get there early - it's exclusive, and it's mostly Panthers fans.
    The establishment is located in the downtown section of your city, in the middle of the bar districts. It'd be most easily accessible by parking and walking (think NoDa in Charlotte.) May look something like this (white storefront in the first picture, small unit on the far right of the building on the second picture.)
     

     
     
    Would you go to this bar with any frequency, based on its description here? What would you like about it? What would turn you off about it? What would make you come back, what would keep you away? Any and all opinions are welcome (and desired.)
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  10. PhillyB added a comment on a blog entry It is the recognition of the ups and downs that make you alive   

    brilliant. i've heard of fabric of the cosmos, but never bothered to pick it up... i'll add that one to the list as well. i think about these sorts of things very often (especially when traveling, which drives much of it home) and it's cool to see them echoed in similar ways. i'm glad i'm not the only person on this board familiar with french existential thought :)
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  11. PhillyB added a comment on a blog entry It is the recognition of the ups and downs that make you alive   

    fuging awesome post. existentialists have been a great influence on my life, beginning early on with blaise pascal, whose brand of nihilism (while maintaining a set of religious beliefs) resonated very deeply with me. he's like the christian schopenhauer. it was in the middle of a sort of depression that i happened up pensees, and i ended up spending a full year, almost every night, in a college library just reading and exploring new things, one of which was astronomy and theoretical physics (the latter of which i obviously couldn't comprehend.) it was during this formative period that i realized just how infinitely tiny i was, how insignificant my life was contextualized in all of human history (and that's back when i thought there was only 6,000 years of it!) and it ended up being a very freeing, overwhelmingly transformative experience.
    camus has appealed to me in the later years of my journey. that brand of existentialism - "meaning in the struggle" - has kind of replaced the stoney nihilism that can be a scary end result of an existentialist who doesn't believe in any kind of teleology or afterlife. i have only read him very briefly, but i think i'll hunt down a few of his works now.
    thanks for posting. also: what are you doing in djibouti?
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  12. PhillyB added Wiki in FAQ   

    Who is Dat Alice?
    Dat Alice, p.n. A pejorative term denoting Carolina Huddle poster and resident Saints* fan Alejandro L. (See also: Alice, Alicejandra, Fat Alice, Dat Catfish Alice, Dat Hippo Alice, Spaniard, Fat Spaniard, Fat Boy, Fatty, Fatass, Lardass, BigAss, BigAsshole3723, Momma's Little Crawfish, Piggie, BigA, BigA3723, Floppin', Dickbreath.)
    Dat Alice joined the Carolina Huddle in spring of 2012 and began posting shortly after the Saints* pay-for-injuries bounty scandal under the username "BigA3723." Mimicking regular user Floppin, BigA3723 changed his username to Floppin' and began posting as a Panthers fan. Board members outed him by tracing his former username to his Twitter account, revealing a pasty middle-aged Metairie, LA real estate agent and slumlord with a penchant for Wendy's side salads, nepotism, peanut butter, and small, docile dogs. Dat Alice's tenure on the Carolina Huddle ran from March 2012 to 22 December 2013, with only fleeting appearances after the latter date. At present, Dat Alice is presumed to have died in an industrial vat of buttermilk ranch dressing.
    Common ancillary references to Dat Alice (e.g. custom countertops) denote several years of posting material wealth in Smack Central, interpreted by local users as a facile attempt to gain respect and compensate for manifest lacking in observed areas such as physical aesthetics, romantic prowess, social standing, and personal autonomy. Following is a list of prominent incidents compiled over several years of Dat Alice's residency at Carolina Huddle:
     
    Dat Alice posts pictures of the luxury car his multimillionaire parents bought for him, posts pictures of the deed and his chubby forearm on the steering wheel.Dat Alice takes a picture of his car, blames the fat shadow on his maid who he claims took the picture.Dat Alice admits his parents pay a Guatemalan maid to clean his house.Dat Alice brags about spending his FEMA check on Ebay while his neighbors drowned in canals three blocks away.Dat Alice helps organize a "Free Sean Payton" rally scheduled for April Fools Day 2012, downplays 13-person turnoutDat Alice posts pictures of his custom crown moulding, chair rail, and countertops in an effort to prove his financial/social worth.Dat Alice posts pictures of paintings he bought for his house in an effort to prove his financial/social worth.Dat Alice posts pictures of money on his counter in an effort to prove his financial/social worth.Dat Alice posts a picture of his calf in an effort to prove he doesn't weigh 300 pounds.Dat Alice posts a picture of his bed, revealing a hippo trough on one side and an untouched other side.Dat Alice brags about beating up several black belts.Dat Alice PMs several Huddle members his BMI to prove he isn't fat.Dat Alice brags about eating healthy Wendy's side salads, takes picture of several of them on top of a stack of cash.Dat Alice insists Drew Brees will sign extension any day now.Dat Alice insists Drew Brees will sign a cap-friendly deal with a hometown discount.Dat Alice insists that even though the Saints lost, they pretty much won if you look at the stats.Dat Alice declares himself an intrepid adventurer and world explorer, proves it by posting pictures next to his large mother at a fenced-in five-star resort in Costa Rica.Dat Alice brags about collecting coins on Twitter.Dat Alice brags about his in-home Nautilus, takes infamous fitness mirror picture in giant shirt, bent forward with i-pad held in front of waistDat Alice becomes Cowboys fan on 22 December 2013. 
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  13. PhillyB added Wiki in Huddle-isms   

    Pink Flaps
    Pink flaps, n. The primal prey of male Huddlers and the occasional female Huddler. Immortalized in current form by male Huddler who coined the term as a euphemism for the vagina of a Bay-area stripper. Commonly paired with forehead-kissing. The term is generally referenced in associated conversations about strip clubs, life advice, and romantic pursuits.
     
    Proper use in a sentence: "Damn girl, those sure are some nice pink flaps you have down there!"
    Improper use on a date: "Damn girl, those sure are some nice pink flaps you have down there."
    Common use on the Huddle: "But does she have pink flaps?"
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  14. PhillyB added a article in Carolina Panthers   

    here is some good panthers karma to slake your thirst for positivity: or, phillyb and the divine football revelation in uruguay
    After spending the summer assembling pre-Incan pottery shards and discovering ancient mummies protruding out of the ground in the deserts of southern Peru, my wife and i took a vacation across the South American continent to the Atlantic coast, scheduling ourselves a week and a half to explore Uruguay.

    We touched down in Montevideo and promptly took a bus to the coastal villa of Colonia del Sacramento, a UNESCO world heritage site and an all-around incredible town. During the two-and-a-half hour bus ride there I mused about the Panthers. I'd been following training camp closely enough thanks to the widespread availability of wifi in even the smallest outposts of South America, so I was well enough acquainted with our prospects and the reports to realize that the Huddle's consensus was that we looked like a successful team, but that coaching is the number one thing that seems to worry us. A weak right guard can be masked or replaced, but embattled head coach Ron Rivera seems to be the key to the puzzle. His growth is magnified x1000 on the field; Good Ron and the Fist of Power can transform this team into machine and Bad Stoic Ron can just as easily leave us with a numbingly mediocre record.

    So it was with the melancholy of remembering last season's blunders and the omnipresent bitter taste in the mouths of the Huddle's collective finest that I clambered out of the bus, grabbing my wife's luggage and my own as she carried our two-month-old daughter into the bus station, and I left her with the bags and forged into town on foot to see if I could locate a hotel.

    Lo and behold, appearing as if an apparition, a ghost from the riverfront fog,





    That's right, Hotel Rivera. I blinked. Was this destiny, or was I a fool? And, deciding only a fool would reject such an obvious sign from the heavens, I trod faithfully through the door, confident in the Holy Spirit of the Football Gods. This, if ever there was, was divine revelation.

    I booked seven nights, at $76 per night. That's Greg Hardy's number. The total was $532. Before they printed the receipt I grabbed a coke from the cooler... two dollars. They added it on, totaling $534. What's 5 + 3 + 4? The number 12. Was the Pantheon of Football Deities revealing the oncoming breakout of wide receiver David Gettis?

    As I returned to pick up my wife I cursed my skepticism. Have faith! I screamed inwardly, willing myself to reject the cold steel of emotionless analysis that threatened to strangle the glimpse of football's manifest destiny. And as I hailed a taxi I begged the heavens for a sign, for some sort of manifestation of the Will of the Football Gods, just a small sign to bolster my faith.

    We went out for lunch, and, casually looking around, something caught my eye, and I froze, the blood pumping through my veins turning instantly to ice. The hair on the back of my head stood up, a cold sweat breaking out on my forehead. It was a fleur-de-lies, emblazoned in chipped, butt-fug-ugly paint upon a rusted metal carriage.

    The New Orleans Saints.

    As my stomach curdled in horror at what this could mean, a voice, powerful as the wind and a clap of thunder, striking me to me knees in terror, rang across the sky, a bolt of lightning straight to my heart, bidding me fear not. "I want to believe!" I screamed in silence, and in thunderous reply I heard in my innermost places the transcendent voice of what could only be described as a deity. "Have faith," rang He, "go into the darkestmost places and there you will find light."

    And just as suddenly as the communion began it ended, and the rush of thunder was replaced by the rustle of the winter wind in the trees, the streets serene, Uruguayans drinking hot tea, my wife laughing with our daughter, as though this mighty, transcendent act of God had escaped them entirely. I trembled inadvertently, wiped the sweat from my brow, took a deep breath, and at last regained control of my senses.

    Into the darkestmost places. Those words stuck with me.

    On my last day in Colonia del Sacramento I decided to do some photography. I wandered, quite by chance, down into an old Portuguese bastion, entering through some portal in the ground, steps of stone perhaps not trod upon since the days of Pizarro, and found myself in a murky grotto, blackness penetrating in every direction, only the mirage of some grand circumstance sprawled before me providing a source of light, and as I broke into the open, I beheld the greatest of sights:





    Like a scene from Myst, this view haunted me, resounded through me, a picture of the eye of God, serene and ineffable, and as I reflected on my powerlessness and ascended upon the antique stair I remembered the voice which bade me peace, and as I broke into light from the darkestmost place I turned to my right, taking in the old storefront in front of me, the glass reflecting the -

    ...the... what was that emblazoned in cracks and crevices on the window?






    The fleur-de-lis, cracked and torn. The Saints, mortal enemy, despicable and worthy of destruction, destroyed, divined by the Gods of Football, revealed to me in the most unlikely of ways. Isn't that how most great prophecies come to fruition?

    I smiled in the favor of the Football Gods and began my trek back to Hotel Rivera where all of this began. Fate was a funny thing, I realized, and as I pondered a 16-0 record I realized that 1 + 6 + 0 = 7... the exact day of the month I would return home to North Carolina.

    The Football Lords work in mysterious ways.
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  15. PhillyB added a article in Carolina Panthers   

    Thomas Davis Sees Playoff Push For The Panthers



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    I normally hate it when players shoot of their mouths about superbowl runs, but in this case it's more of a positive attitude and setting of expectations. Doesn't look like this team will be making any milquetoast "we just have to win three out of four games" speeches. This ain't your daddy's carolina panthers.
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