Oh shit, it's like Space Mountain but pitch black and everybody gets night vision goggles!

They had plans for a ride called "A Leaf on the Wind", but they killed it.

Nah, Dubai is crazy like a fox: the goal is to build enough diversified shit with the oil money that when the bubble bursts the place survives as a full scale metropolis on its own.

Or stay because they chopped your goddamned arms off. Well that was Saudi Arabia but still.

New Bedford says "At least we're not … uh… fuck, gimme another beer."

Okay, Boston accent story time. I was in grad school in Boston, and my office mate was a Russian guy named Igor. He was finishing his PhD, and went for a job interview at University of South Carolina. He comes back, and tells me, "Zo. I sink maybe I haff Boston accent."
"Uh, why do you say that, Igor?"
"Ven I am in…

I'm proud of having what I feel are Massachusetts' values.

90 miles? Wow. So that's, let's see… Brookline, Allston, Newton, Albany, Buffalo…

Counterpoint: West Baltimore.

I grew up in Hawaii, but have lived in eastern Mass for 20 years. You can't strike up casual conversations in Boston the way you might be used to in other parts of the U.S. You need to get involved in some organized group, whether that's community theater or league softball or a Dungeons and Dragons group.

So you have outer migration instead of white flight.

Boston gets a lot of 40 degree days, to be sure.

Agree. Why can't we have an urban crime thriller set in Brockton, or a rust belt drama set in Springfield?

It's mostly because their parents are all college professors.

It's a cover-up by Beacon Street and the baked bean-industrial complex!

I don't mean to say that you're a xenophobe, but rather to warn that there's a dark side to that "solidarity against newcomers" tendency so common in the Boston area. Sure it promotes a sense of community, but I think it's that same instinct that led to the white flight and busing crises that defined Boston in the…

Bits of Massachusetts history nobody's made a good drama of yet:

I present to you the man with the most Boston accent of all time

There are good parts of closing ranks as well. You don't tolerate strangers coming in and causing a disturbance and you always look out for your neighbors.

When I lived in the city without a car, the inner ring road (which is called Route 128, by the way, nobody will take you seriously if you call it 95) was basically the far side of the moon. Now, my driving directions to get into town are "Go until you get to 128, then park."