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The knead for speed
Expecting touchy-feely smelly spa floof? Burn your waffle robe and look elsewhere. Facedown on Michael Moore's massage table, with his knowledgable fingers intensely working steadily along my gristle (oh yeah) and sending pain-pleasure pangs through trigger points, I feel like a piece of chewy meat being tenderized for steak.
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Paper gets props for leap day
You'd think that leap day, with its furtive appearance every four years (give or take, with the strange corner cases sneaking through the rule of leap years being divisible by four but not divisible by 100, except when the year is divisible by 400—got that?), would be more of an occasion. The seasonal Olympic Games receive rousing pomp and circumstance and the four-year presidential term couldn't possibly get more of a countdown, but leap day just seems a bit random and geeky in the Caesarian-meets-Gregorian calendar kind of way.
