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When a truckful of super heroes turned the corner onto Tremont Street during this year's Boston Pride Parade, Bostonist was a little bewildered. Who were those masked men and women?

R. Crumb's Underground

--Sure, people like to collect knickknacks. Salt-and-pepper shakers, Beanie Babies, comic books, parking meters. Yeah, parking meters, 123 of 'em, in fact. Thomas Gannon of Cambridge had cut the meters off poles all over Cambridge and Somerville. Police stumbled upon them when visiting Gannon for other reasons on Monday night. Master of understatement and Cambridge PD spokesman Frank Pasquarello said, "This does seem to be odd." Indeed. --Police arrested 17-year-old Derek Lodie, of Revere, for...

Now that it's fall and writers are stepping out for tours, we'll be offering a spotlight on the best of the week's readings. You'll still see book reviews and interviews with authors, but "Authorial Intent" will help you get the jump on tickets so you don't wind up out in the cold. Also, it's impossible to read everything, so please e-mail Bostonist if "Authorial Intent" misses anything. Thursday, September 6, 7:00 pm, Robert Whitcomb and...

It started with comic books flying from the stage. Some people need eBay or Craigslist or a recycle bin to offload their Arion: Lord of Atlantis collection; Humanwine's Holly Brewer needs an audience. Friday night's crowd at the Paradise had come to celebrate the release of the first Humanwine album, Fighting Naked, and to catch airborne back issues. When M@ McNiss* and the rest of Humanwine appeared, they launched into "Big Brother," a defiant...

So after Bostonist announced its little obsession with the cupcake on Monday, we thought we’d come clean entirely. We actually ventured to the North End on Saturday for one thing and one thing only: to try the cupcakes at Lulu’s Bake Shoppe on Hanover Street. After we read about them in the Globe last month, Bostonist kept seeing mention of this tiny “shoppe” and how great their ‘cakes are. After a walk through the ever changing and confusing Big Dig, we walked right past Lulu’s tiny store front and had to back track (hint: it’s real close to Mother Anna’s). Once inside, we felt like we had stepped back into our grandmother’s old kitchen, with a 1930s oven doubling as a place to prepare your coffee and old pictures from the Little Lulu comic books on the wall.