When I was in Vegas last July, I took a look at the odds of winning the 2007 Super Bowl at two of the major sports books. Both had the same two favorites, by a wide margin: the Colts and the Bears.
I cannot ever remember this happening before.
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I found a Collier's World Atlas from 1955 at a relative's house. That was worth a good 30 minutes of smelly page-turnin'.
So, what's happened in 50 years? Well, besides Africa no longer being under colonial domination by second-tier European powers, and all of Eurasia from the Baltic to the Pacific being one color, the US population changes are striking.
Por ejemplo: Phoenix, now America's 6th largest city and 14th largest metroplex, ranked 48th in 1955, behind such megalopolises as Syracuse, Albany, and Toledo.
The San Jose metro area, now known by insiders as "Silicon Valley," ranked 68th. Integrated circuits? Search engines? More like grapefruit and a mere 240,000 human beings, behind such surging boomtowns as Mobile (Ala.), Wilmington (Del.), and Canton (Oh.), all cities I felt compelled to further define by their states.
Also, Florida had like 41 people back then. And they were all sick, sick monsters.
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Speaking of which, I'd like to coin a new term:
Floridesqe (adj.): The condition of a location in which something occurs that more appropriately should have occurred in Florida.
Example: 29-year-old pervert tries to enroll in middle school as 12-year-old. Unlike Maxwell Hauser, Neil Havens Rodreick II was not hiding out from the mob; he was looking for some illicit Hide the Salami. Interestingly and non-tragically, he successfully pulled his little ruse on some adult roommates, age 61 and 43, and even convinced them to "molest" him. Apparently they "were very upset when the detectives told them they had been having a sexual relationship with a 29-year-old man and not a pre-teen boy." Sex with a grown man? Feh! Feh! (Crying while showering vigorously.)
Chino Valley, Arizona is Floridesqe.
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Yes, I did indeed pass through MIA last Wednesday, the very day and place that Ron Mexico was busted trying to carry through security one of those fake water bottles they sell at pipe shops in the Haight. To quote an awful, awful recurring SNL sketch from the '90s, "you put your weed in it."
Of course, even stoner NFL dipshits know that you can't bring water through security because of mythical "liquid explosives." Mike Vick should have done the smart thing, and stuffed his ganj into the clip of a 9mm handgun. Apparently TSA is completely incapable of finding those.
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On Family Feud last week (now hosted by J. Peterman), the question was: "Something a woman would tell her husband to put on."
First guess by the dumb brother: "I'll have to go with 'make-up.'" Stunned silence. Dumb brother explains: "It could be Halloween or something." Pause. Chorus of "Good answer! Good answer!"
Question: If you were going on the Feud, could you think of four family members who wouldn't screw it up for the rest?
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Finally, say hello to our new hero, Patrick Agin, who successfully forced his Rhode Island high school to defy its zero tolerance policy on weapons, and permit him to appear in his yearbook ready to slay Grinbull the Necromancer. You keep rockin' that 18 Charisma, Patrick!
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