I was writing my daily shpiel for Phillyist, Can’t Miss This!, and trying to be as cheeky as possible about the utter douche-fest that is Meet Market Adeventures’ After-Work Spring Fling.

In the midst of writing, the Ghostbusters came to mind. Yes, the Ghostbusters. Hence my avidly reading your blog and blogs of your ilk.

Ha. I said ilk.

Anyway, searching ‘Ghostbusters’ at Phillyist turned up nothing. Not a big deal. Not really a surprise.

But (and now we approach the point of what is easily my most rant-a-rific comment ever in LIFE), I hoped I could find something about the GBs (yeah, acronym, I went there) over here at Geekadelphia. So, I come over, pound the word into your search box and BAM.

Nothing.

Where’s the love for the urban, proton-pack totin’, firehouse-dwellin’ cowboys of goul-wrangling?

But it’s okay. I still love you. In a platonic, fellow blogger of the Illadelph, not gay way. Unless, you know, well, nevermind.

I could have done this all with 2, maybe 3 sentences. God I love the internet.

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