Up Late The (Next to) Last Sunday Of 2010 Wondering Why The Fort Worth Police Aren't Policing

I was out late last night which has made me up semi-late on this (next to) last Sunday of 2010. I don't like getting up semi-late.

It is not below freezing this morning, unlike yesterday's sub-freezing morning. Right now, coming up on 8am it is a balmy 40.

Yesterday I blogged about those ubiquitous signs I've been seeing along the I-30 freeway offering up to $10,000 a day to rent out your house for the Super Bowl.

This morning one of my frequent commenters, Mr. FW Stinks, informed me that the Super Bowl signs are a scam where the scammer tries to get the gullible scammee to fork over an upfront administrative fee.

Now, what I am wondering is why are the Fort Wort police not all over this scam? It would seem like it would be fairly easy to detect who the scammer is. And isn't there some sort of anti-littering law that forbids sticking signs like this at freeway exits?

I have no idea what lays ahead for me this Sunday. Except I can say with 100% certainty I am not going swimming this morning.

UPDATE: This morning, due to the aforementioned late night and sleeping ind and my desire to rush through this current holiday season and get to 2011 as soon as possible, I mistakenly said today was the last Sunday of 2010. Eagle-eyed sharpie, Steve A spotted me most current error and kindly pointed out the error.

Rent Your Home For The Super Bowl For Up To $10,000 Per Day & Other Mysteries

The Super Bowl takes place February 6, avid football fan that I am, I know these things.

The Super Bowl takes place in Arlington's Dallas Cowboy Stadium. The Dallas Cowboys will not be playing in the Super Bowl. Not this year. And not into anyone's foreseeable future.

Arlington has no mass transportation. Not even buses. Well, there are these trolley bus-like devices that run a circuit around Arlington's Entertainment District, but no bus transit system, and no rail mass transit.

Unless you count Amtrak, which I assume runs through Arlington.

It seems like it would have been so much better to have built the Dallas Cowboy Stadium in Dallas, at Fair Park, now served by a DART train line. Dallas has a bus system. And a light rail network that covers a lot of miles.

There are a lot of motels and hotels in the D/FW Metroplex zone. Some of them are quite enormous.

And yet I am seeing signs at all the freeway exits that I have exited from, of late, like today at the Beach Street exit from I-30, offering up to $10,000, per day, to rent out your home for the Super Bowl.

Who would want to rent out their home to some incoming strangers? And why would anyone in their right mind want to pay up to $10,000 a day to stay in some stranger's home when you could spend way less and stay in a very nice hotel?

Are there actually any takers on this bizarre proposal on either end? Someone with a nice home willing to rent it out? And someone willing to pay a lot to stay in it so they can pay $75 to park somewhere near the Dallas Cowboy Stadium and pay who knows how much to actually get inside the stadium?

I have only seen one NFL game in person. Years ago in the Kingdome, watching the Seahawks. Play who? I don't remember. What I do remember was it was so incredibly boring. Much worse than watching it on TV. I don't remember if giant Jumbotrons had been invented at that point in time. I suspect not, because what so struck me was how, unlike watching on TV, the players and plays were so far away, like miniatures.

In the new Dallas Cowboy Stadium you can watch the game on the world's biggest TV screens, hung above the field. Why one would want to do that rather than just watch it at home is a mystery to me.

Avid football fan that I am.

The Return Of The Shadow Of The Tandy Hills Thin Man

Yesterday I needed two layers, a windbreaker and a wool hat to survive the icy Tandy Hills. Today the sun was back, I only needed one layer, no windbreaker, due to there being no wind, and I probably should have not had the hat on.

As you can see, due to my weakened condition I am now using a walking stick. Also known as a cane.

A couple days ago Alma, the Songbird of the Texas Gulf Coast, announced the shocking news that she'd been advised that maybe it was time for her to start using a cane. Alma and I then commiserated about our co-misery.

I heard the phone ring and go to voice mail whilst I was eating lunch and watching John Wayne and a Stagecoach get chased by Indians in Monument Valley.

It seems like I was just in Monument Valley. But it was at least 13 years ago. This is very disturbing for me to realize. That means it is at least 13 years since I've driven down the Moki Dugway and stayed in Mexican Hat at the San Juan Inn.

Enough of thinking about the depressing fact that time flies by.

After I was done getting aerobicized on the Tandy Hills I went to Town Talk. Busiest I have ever seen it. Which is the same thing I said last Saturday. This must have to do with Christmas. But I don't remember this phenomenon last Christmas. The warehouse was open again. I did not get organic grapefruit this week. But, I did get a case of V-8, sirloin steak, lasagna, shrimp and other stuff I'm forgetting right now.