I was talking to my boy yesterday about this herb we know, and he said
that the herb has recently lowered himself to dick status. My friend
made a convincing case, and I realized this was a good time to go over
the "bad people" definitions. Note: Geek, always lovable, is only
included as a contrast to Herb.
Geek
Completely innocent, the geek is socially awkward, although often
comfortable in their own skin. They can be funny and usually make for
good friends, although they frequently overstay their welcome.
Herb
Sometimes mistaken for a geek, the herb falls slightly below a dick in
terms of maliciousness. They don't mean any harm, but are unpleasant,
annoying, and frequently incorrect. There are many subsets of herbs,
playa haters being a popular variety. Herbs often cause normals to
shake their head and snort softly in mild disbelief at their pervasive
lameness.
Dick
The dick is a jerk. He runs his mouth in public, and will put down
those around him, although will not cause great pain and suffering.
Ex., "That dick walked out on the check and never paid me back!" A
very common attribute of the dick is overconfidence in their poor
sense of humor. See also: Tool.
Douche or Doosh
Also known as a d-bag, the douche is essentially a dick with a nasty,
slimy undercurrent. It is often associated with an elitist, preppy
streak. It's cousin term, the doosh, refers to a more a low-class
douche.
Asshole
You can bear an evening with a dick or douche; afterwards you go on
with your life and converse in shock over their antics. The asshole,
however, must be avoided. Their only interest is their self, and it's
usually a self with low esteem. Traits of an asshole include the
propensity for shockingly rude behavior, inappropriate loudness,
eagerness to fight, cruelness, and causing emotional hardship to those
that surround them.
Piece of Shit
This is a really bad person. Whereas an asshole will have sex with
your wife, mother, and daughter, a piece of shit will cause them
bodily harm. Pol Pot is a piece of shit. Dick Cheney is a piece of
shit. Your nemesis is probably an asshole, and maybe even just a
doosh.
From Absolutely Kosher Records label owner Cory Brown:
This weekend I jaunted over to Brooklyn to see Sonic Youth perform their 1989 classic album 
Comin' atcha first thing every Monday morning, it's The Pony Track, a super-fantastic short distance dedication to BadmintonStamps Collective founding member and internationally renown symbol for musical excellence Aaron "Pony"
Child. No fancy links, no clever write-ups, 'cause these awesome songs
don't need no splainin'. So c'mon, ride the pony!
On those rare nights when Tritone really decides to hunker down and do its thing, man, it does it better than anybody else. To wit: this evening's line-up at the mixed musical media monthly meet-up called 
I've always felt that Corn Flakes had a healthy, if somewhat intense, rivalry with Special K. See, you've got your Corn Flakes, the franchise cereal in the Kellogg empire, holding it down since 
Check out 
First off, you got to love the "Lil". The greatest prefix in hip-hop (ice ice whatnow?), it can denote either height or age, and in the case of the best Lil ever (sorry Kim), and arguably the best rapper who isn't dead or retired, it denotes both. Speaking of Lil Wayne, cat was arrested last night. It seems he was smoking a joint on 61st and Columbus with a friend when the 
Nothin' brings a smile to the collective 'Stamps maw like new tunes from our up-'n-coming Philly faves. This mid-summer '07 bumper crop features some Walkmen headin' South voo-doo from The Major Leagues, headlining tonight at 
Mr. Michael Vick, Atlanta Falcons star quarterback and all around nice
guy, was indicted yesterday on federal dogfighting charges. He stands
accused of sponsoring said dogfights on his Smithfield, Virgina
estate. One particularly unnecessary aspect of the crime: the losing dogs were
often killed. John Goodwin of the Humane Society 
Not only do the Oh Murder! Inc chicas know how to
rock a party, they also know how to photograph said rocking. Check out
their Mission 300 documentation 
Opposite Day is practiced mostly among school children and
politicians. This is a shame, because Opposite Day ranks as one of
the funnest activities for the young at heart. It would add much spice
to the business world, for example. Opposite Day was founded in 1872
by 
Quick, I'm thinking of a word that starts with "A" and ends with "A". Nope, not aureola. Good guess, but try again. If you need...no, not asthma, either. Look, if you need a hint, just flip open this week's freshy fresh issue of Philadelphia City Paper. You're looking for a particular section...yes. The Agenda! Tucked neatly in amidst write-ups for Ben Franklin Bridge walking tours and teapot jewelry, you'll spot Peter Baker's 
J Turns writes in: "Okay, you know who Chuck Brown is, right? He's the king of go-go, and
he has this new album out and there's this song called "Chuck Baby".
This is what we call kick-ass, SkinnySlim. It makes me think that not
only is Chuck Brown better than anyone else at making go-go music, but
he may be better at making go-go music than anyone else in the world
is at doing anything else." Hyperbole ain't hyperbole when it's true.
It's no secret that the 'Stamps boys harbor a special brand of contempt for 
Tomorrow brings the latest self-congratulatory mega-benefit concert; a
24-hour, multi-country event called Live Earth. It's organized by Al
Gore and intended to raise awareness for global warming. Bad idea.
Rock stars, with their private planes, extravagant 
If a city sets off thousands of dollars worth of fireworks, but nobody's there to hear them because the show was cancelled and police officers had directed everybody to leave the viewing area immediately, do they make a sound? Philly officials, ever experimental, 
You may have noticed a recent dearth of posts from SkinnySlim. Unlike
past dearths, this has nothing to do with high level security missions
or extravagant vacations. No, this one is about a severe case of
blogger's block. I'm simply fresh out of ideas. It's been two years
since we started the 'Stamps and the humorous musings on current
events, musical trends, and made-up history have flowed like the
Ganges. But in the past week my river has run dry. Then, a
breakthrough. I decided I was going to write about my blogger's
block. It was going to be extra clever. It was even going to feature a
whimsical made up list of aborted post ideas. Here's how far I got on
that list:
A lazy summer Monday it may be, but that doesn't mean Philly dials the rock down one iota. Swing by 
