Baseball lost a great announcer last month, Harry Kalas. In Philadelphia, where he came to fame, there was a full week of mourning. Harry was honored in endless video footage, eulogies and TV retrospectives. He even lay in state at Citizens’ Bank Park - the first time a baseball figure was so honored since… [continue]

Welcome, distinguished ladies and gents, and all others besides. My name is Gina Leigh. I am an experimental theatre artist and puppeteer out of Philly. Apparently I am Receiving Me?’s first female blogger, the pioneering bloggerette, the woman wordslinger around here. So I’m gonna start, appropriately enough… [continue]

You are only ever as absurd as you seem when you open the thoughts’ foil stained cherry pies.
Your lashes jut out like the rivers gone through, holding that which seemed awkward in jobs of lust.
That’s why up until now the fighting of the soul found copy-paper would do just fine.
Reaching into quietness, zooming into pale hacks of godless shame, keeping … [continue]

There was a time when Receiving Me?, the greatest online faux mag since www.insertanythinghere.com, boasted a robust staff of nine (although, only four writers were willing to use their real names for fear that, as one anonymous contributor put it, “Someone might read this.”) Those were the golden days, when words were plentiful and, on occasion, were combined in such … [continue]

In a national pole conducted by some organization that sounds impressive, movie goers preferred the X-Men Origins: Wolverine workprint over the final studio cut. The top three reasons: “You can pretend the shitty parts of the workprint will be edited out.”, followed by, “Since this exact movie has been made a hundred times in the last ten years, it was … [continue]