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The shapeless dough of the internet, formed into tasty pellets and baked to perfection, just for you.

The best of the internet, chopped into tiny bits and grilled for your enjoyment.

A steaming hot pile of our favorite things from around the internets.

A steaming hot pile of our favorite things from around the internets.

The best of the internet, chopped into tiny bits and grilled for your enjoyment.

Proofreading Philly tries to capture typos, wordos, and all other kinds of grammatical mistakes that we see around the city. But we need your help! Email photos to us from your computer or your phone, and show the city that you care about good grammar.

When it comes to dieting, I really kind of suck. Unless it's imposed by my circumstances (the Unemployment Diet) or my religion (the "real" God Diet), I'm likely to fall off the wagon within a week. Maybe two.

A tall, icy glass of our favorite internet junk, just for you. A handy list for frequenters of fast food restaurants like ourselves: The 88 Fast Food Items Most Likely To Kill You. We're pleased to say that most of these are from places we don't ever go to. But we're depressed to see McDonalds' fries and Burger King's chicken fries included. We love those! (Via Sarah) And speaking of unhealthy foods, how about some...

I'll bet you thought I was going to write something about barbecues, in honor of the Fourth of July, right?

Before you even start, no, this has nothing to do with Philadelphia. But when somebody offers to send me a DVD about ninjas with the word "Shinobi" in the title, how am I supposed to say no?? So here I am, reviewing Shinobi: Heart Under Blade, a 2005 Japanese film released to disc in the States last month.

The best of the internet, squirted out in flavorful neon globules, just for you.

A steaming hot pile of our favorite things from around the internets.

I'd walked past Bootsie's several times before its opening, each time with mounting curiosity. The name sounded to me like a mecca for New Orleans-style comfort food, Louis Armstrong's version of "When the Saints Go Marchin' In" playing over the sound system.

Quite frankly, Stephen A. Smith has his finger dug into the neck of this fine city (we think that the neck is located somewhere in Northeast Philly), taking its pulse and converting into prose that reminds us of rainbows. And so, what Stephen A. says is gospel around these parts. Just look at Sunday, for instance: in the Inquirer, Smith took the Eagles to task for their poor offense and the Eagles responded with a poor offensive showing yesterday afternoon, beating the 49ers by a mere 39 points.