As far as we’re concerned, the more holidays, the better. We’ve got a countdown clock set to the exact moment we get out of the office for the long Fourth of July weekend. We try not to think too hard about Christopher Columbus’ misdeeds as we enjoy a leisurely fall weekend of apple-picking. And nothing tickles us quite like watching drunken co-eds fall over each other at 11 a.m. on Marathon Monday.
So, we’re totally on board with the first-ever Jerry Remy Day.
The last time we caught former presidential hopeful Mitt Romney on CNN, he was singing John McCain’s praises while referring to Barack Obama as “well-spoken” and “handsome.”
The network certainly doesn’t seem to mind Mitt’s uncanny ability to stick his foot in his mouth. CNN wants you to submit questions for the former governor’s appearance on The Situation Room.
While the MBTA struggles to recover from the media uproar and rider backlash surrounding the recent Green Line train crash, one would suppose the MBTA’s drivers would be scared straight. One would suppose the crash would serve as a, uh, wake-up call to the men and women behind the controls. But this was not the case on an outbound Green Line trolley last week.
Several people, including a Boston magazine staffer, witnessed a T driver repeatedly drifting off to sleep between Hynes and Coolidge Corner shortly after 6 p.m on June 17.
“He kept closing his eyes and dropping his head to his chest before jerking his whole body as if coming out of a light sleep,” says Jessica Lief, a special projects coordinator in Boston’s sales department. A woman near Lief actually tapped the driver on the arm to make sure he was awake after his eyes stayed closed and the trolley car remained motionless at a green light. At one point during the ride, Lief says the driver, “opened a window and stuck his head into the wind to keep himself awake.”
But the apparent lapse of acceptable service extends beyond the T driver. (more…)
Early this year, we rejoiced to hear about a completely bizarre invention called the Zorb. We envisioned a great company outing when the sphere made its way East. But after reading about a journalist from Maine’s Sun Journal’sexperience with the ball, we think we’ll take a pass.
As we all know, high-profile deaths tend to come in threes. Last week, Tim Russert collapsed while working at the NBC studios. Today, we learned that George Carlindied of heart failure.
We know it was a rough primary season, but what the hell is going on here?
As has been well documented in the past month, we’ve got some issues with the columnists in this town. After John Gonzalez took them to task for their schmaltzy pieces, Kevin Cullen showed some signs of life when he fought back, which we applauded.
Apparently, Cullen didn’t hear our praise, probably because he doesn’t quite understand the internet. But that’s just the beginning of the ways in which our city’s columnists don’t comprehend what the Celtics victory means to Boston.
During my freshman year of high school, one of my classmates got pregnant. I wasn’t friends with her and I never saw her with a boyfriend, so I never knew who knocked her up. Even the other kids, who gossiped about her growing belly at lunch, didn’t have the details.
After watching her, along with all the Very Special Episodes of 90’s teen shows that featured pregnant girls, I spent the beginning of my time as a sexually active woman in stark terror I’d get pregnant. Despite taking precautions, I feared broken condoms or any other odd circumstance that would give me the same reputation as my classmate (as well as result in my mother ending my life).
Apparently, flannel shirts aren’t the only trend that’s fallen out of favor since my high school days. High school girls in Gloucester are actually trying to get pregnant.
It’s a beautiful morning in downtown Boston. The sun is shining, the birds are singing, and your 2008 NBA Champion Boston Celtics are preparing to board the official vehicle of our city’s conquering heroes for our second victory parade in eight months. (Hope you convinced your boss that you’re actually sick.)
As we’ve said before, we’re bigger fans of Tom Brady’s ex-girlfriend than we are of his current flame. Bridget Moynahan is a local girl with a sense of humor, while Gisele Bundchen is a Brazilian hottie with an affinity for peach Schnapps and carnies.
But as we’ve also stated for the record, we love Brady unconditionally. So we read the new GQ profile on Bundchen in the hopes of better understanding what Brady sees in her.
It’s only a matter of hours before Game 6 of the NBA Finals tips off at the Garden, and we know you’re really excited by the prospect of a championship being won on Boston soil. The Red Sox and Patriots have celebrated all their victories in other people’s houses, and you have to go all the way back to 1986 to find a championship trophy hoisted in the city.
Should we be so fortunate tonight, for the love of God, behave yourselves.
So, we’re totally on board with the first-ever Jerry Remy Day.
The network certainly doesn’t seem to mind Mitt’s uncanny ability to stick his foot in his mouth. CNN wants you to 
While the MBTA struggles to recover from the 
Early this year, 
As we all know, high-profile deaths tend to come in threes. Last week, Tim Russert collapsed while working at the NBC studios. Today, we learned that George Carlin 
Apparently, Cullen didn’t hear our praise, probably because he doesn’t quite understand the internet. But that’s just the beginning of the ways in which our city’s columnists don’t comprehend what the Celtics victory means to Boston.
During my freshman year of high school, one of my classmates got pregnant. I wasn’t friends with her and I never saw her with a boyfriend, so I never knew who knocked her up. Even the other kids, who gossiped about her growing belly at lunch, didn’t have the details.
It’s a beautiful morning in downtown Boston. The sun is shining, the birds are singing, and your 2008 NBA Champion Boston Celtics are preparing to board the official vehicle of our city’s conquering heroes for our second victory parade in eight months. (Hope you convinced your boss that you’re actually sick.)
As we’ve 
It’s only a matter of hours before Game 6 of the NBA Finals tips off at the Garden, and we know you’re really excited by the prospect of a championship being won on Boston soil. The Red Sox and Patriots have celebrated all their victories in other people’s houses, and you have to go all the way back to 1986 to find a championship trophy hoisted in the city.