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St. Patrick's Day is for daytime drinking, not arts links

March 17, 2011 - 08:04 AM
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I'm gonna get drunk like Myles Crawford. (Photo: Associated Press)

Happy St. Patrick's Day! I address this salutation not to everyone, but specifically my ruddy-faced, bashed-liver brethren, who at this moment are in no state to be reading this post, or reading anything, or even being online. Or concentrating on any single object for more than three seconds. Or standing upright. Would you like to get bolloxed, mouldy, fluthered, gee-eyed, polluted, shlossed, langered, locked, ossified, and stocious with them? You can! And you don't even need to know what the Potato Famine was. Just pretend you've read Ulysses and you'll be just fine — or you'll be made fun of, since the Irish love Joyce only until it comes time to read him. Anyway, here are some ideas.

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