Matt Welch on moving to Washington D.C.:
One extremely shallow way to gauge a city is by attempting to buy some new clothes. From this extravagantly unscientific experiment I can exclusively report there seem to be four main categories of male consumer -- Chamber of Commerce Republicans, stylish gay guys, the most ridiculous, retch-inspiring, pressed-shirt yachtsmen you have ever seen; and black guys hitting the clubs. (Many, many people belong to multiple categories.) Hard place to find a decent pair of shoes, in other words. Also, the few malls here make you pay for parking, which, as Emmanuelle rightly notes, is "unAmerican" and "culturally unsound."
Hate the Player, Hate the Game, Hate Everything is an epic rant about people who refuse to understand the very simple concept behind Moneyball. And grammar:
What if money was no object?
Quick review of the subjunctive. I'll wait here.
Okay. Let's move on.
A Blazing Saddles appreciation:
Mel Brooks once said his films "rise below vulgarity." Witness Blazing Saddles, a film so politically incorrect it should come with a surgeon general's warning for the easily offended. The film is full of racist language, Black jokes, Jewish jokes, gay slurs, religious blasphemy and cruelty to both animals and old ladies. There are at least three jokes about rape, two jokes about improper use of cattle (one of which I've already counted in the rape jokes) , and one joke about implied masturbation between a cowboy and his bathing boss.
I've a rule about comedy which states that nothing is offensive to me so long as it's funny. Luckily, Saddles is hilarious, but every joke is a powderkeg of potential offense. Nothing is sacred in its skewering of the Old West, and I know every perverted line of dialogue in this film by heart. I try not to work in absolutes, but Blazing Saddles is easily the funniest movie I have ever seen.
KJ said "It was Wallace the segregationist, by the way, not the stand-up comedian." Ken, by your answer it is obvious you read this blog, so fix the two spaces thing. Please.
1. Burgoo? Based on mint juleps I'm going with that horse race thing in Kentucky. I'll think of the name later.
2. I'm curious to see if this is an act I know.
3. *** and scurvy. Not vitamin C, it's that other thing...Ascorbic Acid.
4. I think it's a fall thing, so Thanksgiving. Never smoked, though the whole tone of the smokeout week makes me want to buy a carton. Kinda like TV Tuneout Week tempts me to duct tape my face to the tv screen.
5. Probably not a European country. So an Asian-Pacific country with relative stability post WWII.
6. I think I stumbled across the answer and will leave it in the comments.