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Good Ol’ Columbus
It’s Columbus day, I’m not on an airplane, and there’s nothing more satisfying than proudly looking upon this Italian American answer for St. Patrick’s Day, highlighted by a not so nice man that traveled halfway around the world and claimed he was the first one to do it. In all fairness, anyone who traveled halfway around the world without knowing that he wasn’t the first one, was probably a bit crazy to begin with, so I’m not really buying the argument that we shouldn’t honor his accomplishment because he was mean. He had to be. How the hell do you do what you do without being mean? And the fact that he either killed or took advantages of the nice, kind savages that he met along the way is also not a reason to disparage him.
The Wrong Queen
When Shakespeare was a Muslim, his mother came to him out of despair and asked him to write a story about a girl and a horse that had tragically been mistaken for a type of vintage French wine. The horse and the girl were not familiar with each other and had in fact never grown up in the town where their false identities were recorded. (cont.)
I’m old...like not-many-zits-to-worry-about-on-my-face because my face is too old, old. I get that, and I’m not bored or disappointed in this fact. I find, however, that when I place my old face amongst much younger, more zitty faces, that a phenomenon starts to appear in front of my not so bright eyes. I call it Yesappearing and it goes something like this. (cont.)