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Afternoon Quickies: Oh, STFU! Edition, 4 Realz

These last couple of weeks I learned that one cannot live exclusively on the internet, that one must interact with human beings, maintain something resembling employment, and take legally mandatory vacations in Nicaragua. I shit you not. But it turns out that doesn’t really matter, because while I was gone, none of you motherfuckers did anything of any importance anyway. GOP Primaries, CISPA, John Edwards, Lindsay Lohan playing Liz Taylor (just because they both had addiction problems doesn’t mean a non-actress can play a great one) – – it’s all just one big holding pattern because for the last two weeks the world has been utterly uninteresting. How do I know? Because instead of going out and tossing the pigskin around, you were all bitching about things nobody would ever care about otherwise: No Tards On Facebook Didn’t think mental retardation was genetic? Check out this poor kid’s mom. Brought to my attention by my buddy Cait, there’s an actually retarded petition going around, which has already gotten more than its requisite signatures, demanding Facebook not censor pictures of children with disabilities. Seems some woman posted pictures of her 7 year old son, who has Down Syndrome and is participating in his first Special Olympics, and the pics got flagged and removed. Because ignorance of how the world works never seems to stop people from throwing drooling mongo-fits. This woman must envision some poor bastard sitting behind a FB super-computer, individually investigating each of the millions of flags received every week, and making moral judgment calls on behalf of the entire corporation. And not, you know, an algorithm built into the servers that, so as to not have yeasty twats all over Facebook, just aces most of the items flagged as offensive to be on the safe side. I’m sorry, … Finish reading this sumbitch!

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How Much For Waylon Jennings To Narrate My Life For One Day?

When one witnesses an event that can be described as out of the ordinary, one can usually deduce the series of events that led these people to arrive at the given situation. This is a law for which Las Vegas often seems like a black hole. With cultures from around the globe centralized in a booze addled, no-rules party town, one can see a strange situation every day, if one looks hard enough. And the continually entertaining and baffling thing is, you cannot always figure out what happened. How can one be certain one knows their environment enough when there are things happening in the background that one is not only not aware of, but incapable of comprehending? Case in point: a traffic event my coworkers and I witnessed on our way to lunch this afternoon. You will want to sit down for this. On Fort Apache, headed toward Charleston, the General Lee passed us going in the opposite direction. That’s right, a bright orange 1969 Charger with the familiar 01 racing number emblazoned on the side, speeding down Fort Apache. This is not a strange incident in itself: what with the prevalence of rednecks in this town, fandom is guaranteed to rear its toothless head from time to time. No, what was strange about this situation was that two undercover police SUVs were doing their best to chase the General Lee down, and failing. It was a (relatively) high speed chase, the closest one I have ever been to that I was not personally involved in. Now, the jokes and jibes abound when applied to this situation. Freeze frame, enter Waylon Jennings: Now them Hazard boys ain’t much for gambling, but they were about to play some high rpm roulette with the Las Vegas Metropolitan Smokeys. Boss Hogg is … Finish reading this sumbitch!

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