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Monday, June 06, 2021

The Pistons are headed back to the NBA Finals, and so hoops fans are heading back — to the Web, to find out just when those Finals will take place.

Considering that Google’s ranking this site No. 2 for results on “NBA Finals schedule”, I guess my rash decision to post such vital info is paying off (or it would, if I actually sold ad space here). As I write, less than an hour after the game ended, I’m getting all kinds of hits coming this way.

Food for future thought.

by Costa Tsiokos, Mon 06/06/2021 11:35pm
Category: Basketball
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Cameraphoned this at the entrance of the City of St. Petersburg’s Municipal Services Center. It’s been there for a while, probably two or three weeks; at one point it was covered up with some paper and masking tape, but that was torn down after one day.

You’d think they would clean that up right away. Kind of unsightly to have visitors see that first thing when attending to city business.

by Costa Tsiokos, Mon 06/06/2021 10:51pm
Category: Florida Livin'
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Yup, I sure do.

Then again, if this strip ever actually managed to be funny — for a change — I might do something about it.

by Costa Tsiokos, Mon 06/06/2021 06:57pm
Category: Society, Tech
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How did the once-lowly flip-flop sandal ascend the fashion ladder? On a faulty premise:

The evolution of flip-flops from geek to chic can be traced to open-toed shoes that prodded women to abandon pantyhose, coinciding with a surge in nail salons and toe rings. Who wants to hide pretty feet? Sections of shoe began disappearing on designers’ drafting boards. Runway models paired the plebian flip-flop with bohemian smocks, then left on the footwear when they donned taffeta for evening. (emphasis mine)

Therein lies the problem: There are really not that many pretty feet out there. In fact, there are far too many downright ugly ones on display, thanks to this open-toed madness. No matter how many $75 pedicures or toerings administered, ugly feet remain ugly feet. The biggest shame of it is, most women are kidding themselves to the contrary (although I suspect that, deep down, they know they’re not pulling it off).

For the record, I eschew sandals of all types myself (not that there’s any other type of exposed men’s footwear, really). And yeah, my feet are pretty butt-ugly too. That’s why I keep them under wraps.

by Costa Tsiokos, Mon 06/06/2021 06:05pm
Category: Fashion, Women
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Molly Ringwald seized upon the exposure she got during the Breakfast Club MTV reunion* to announce plans to star in a sequel to another of her memorable screen moments, 1984′s Sixteen Candles.

In a word: No.

In a few more words (you didn’t think I was going to let it go at that, did you?), I can envision two likely premises for this needless revisit to John Hughes-land:

1. Samantha Baker is as much a neurotic mess in her late 30s as she was at age 16, and can’t get it straight until she reunites with her Mr. Right; and/or

2. Sam now has a 16-year-old daughter, who’s going through reruns of her mom’s teenaged travails.

There’s probably a market for this. But really, some things belong in their proper era, and Sixteen Candles is one of them.

*Some reunion, when (arguably) the two biggest stars from the movie declined to show up, and the principal had to fill-in. What, Carl the Janitor wasn’t available?

by Costa Tsiokos, Mon 06/06/2021 05:09pm
Category: Movies
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