Tell me more tell me more, (cuz it sounds like a drag)

I was supposed to go to the Fresno fair today, but got ditched. The people of Fresno do it every time.

Fresno is now officially the dumbest city in America.

The description is priceless:

The race to the bottom wasn’t even close. The largest city in California’s San Joaquin breadbasket, Fresno, had deficiencies across the board. College education (less than 20 percent of the local population have four-year degrees), graduate studies, academic institutions (not much besides Fresno State), book purchases, voter engagement—it ranked in the worst 5 percent in almost all of our categories. Problems with gangs and crystal meth tend to deter the best and brightest.

In other words, we are the dumbest by a wide margin. You can read the pollsters' shock between the lines.


And the headline of the day:

Coroner: Workplace shooter was drunk

The cold, the wind and the rain

Yesterday was an atrocious day for football, with Cal embarrassing themselves in a way unmatched by anything I've ever seen until I saw the score of the Houston-UTEP game.

Looks like we'll all be hearing about USC and Ohio State coming down the stretch again this year.

Inebriated, and yet still bored, we walked around the apartment complex to see if anyone was outside.

No. They weren't.

The sprinklers had been running all day for some reason and the sidewalk had about a half-inch of standing water that soaked my loafers.

Finally, turning towards the last opportunistic corridor of apartments, a huge gust of wind blew cold in the direction of our apartment, followed immediately by the sprinklers coming on yet again and spraying everything in sight.

We went home. Another Saturday down.