RE: LUV HEARTS VEGAS

An link-following FrontBurnervian takes me to task for my “Kelleher is bluffing” comments:

No offense, but Velotta doesn’t say the Kelleher is bluffing, nor did Kelleher ever single out Vegas. The article says that Houston or Phoenix is a more likely destination than Vegas. I would say that Phoenix is probably their top relocation destination, with Chicago probably sitting at the second spot.

I would expect that SWA would eventually leave Dallas were the Wright Amendment not…well, amended. The airline has never been known for wasting time or money, so why would they here (I say this as a former intern from many years ago; they never wasted any money paying me)? That said, I like Wick’s idea, or something similar to play out and make the whole thing moot.

Yes, but then I wouldn’t be able to make the Vegas-y metaphor of bluffing. Oh, and if you’re wondering about “Wick’s idea,” click here.

SPECIAL NOTE TO WAXAHACHIE-RESIDING FRONTBURNERVIANS

If you live in the suburb and have a son or daughter who attends Waxahachie High School (or know someone who does), please e-mail me. I need to ask you a question.

Carry on.

LUV HEARTS VEGAS, BUT NOT ALL THE WAY

Remember when Southwest Airlines’ Herb Kelleher suggested he might move his corporate headquarters to Vegas if Wright isn’t repealed? A business writer in Sin City says he’s bluffing.

THE ANGIE BARRETT GARAGE SALE

So word has been going ‘round that Angie Barrett is having a ‘garage sale.’ One lucky FBvian got a sneak peek at the offerings:

It was an odd assortment of things. A couple of $950 Faberge eggs, free weights, umbrellas, stone flower planters, and her $12K bed, among other objects big and small. Not a huge sale like I’d expected. Just in the garage and spilling out into the driveway.

Or the Matisse sketches just sitting in a cardboard box. Little bottles of perfume, decanters (still filled with Scotch), gym equipment, a wayward Gucci bag. It was just mesmerizing to see in this very carnival-esqe kind of way.

Guess a girl needs to clean her slate for the next go-round.

CELEBRITY SPOTTED

It’s a beautiful day outside, yes? It’d be great to be playing golf, dontcha think? I know someone who agrees. A driving-around FrontBurnervian informs us:

Tiger Woods is at the Hank Haney Golf Ranch in McKinney working with Hank.

Maybe I’ll stop by and give him some tips.

WHEN THE MOON HITS YOUR EYE

I’m not sure what about Dallas says “pizza,” but apparently ABC is looking for a new family for its painfully hard to watch Wife Swap, a “reality show unlike any other” (their words, not mine). No specific instructions were given regarding how to apply (of course), so let’s assume you can just go to the Wife Swap web site. Here are the highlights from the riveting press release:

ABC Television network is currently looking for families to participate on the newest season of the hit show Wife Swap, and they have their heart set on finding one that owns and operates their own pizza establishment. Wife Swap presents two families with very different values who take part in a week long challenge in which the wives from the two families exchange husbands, children and lives (but not bedrooms) to discover what it’s like to live a very different woman’s life. It’s an incredible experience that often changes their lives for the better. Potential families who apply must consist of two parents that have at least one child, ages 5 or older, living at home. Each family who participates will receive a $20,000 honorarium for their time. Anyone who recommends another family that makes it on air will receive a $500 thank you fee.

What I wouldn’t give for a husband, at least one child age 5 or older, and a pizza joint so I could make $20,000.

MORE MIERS FALLOUT

The juicy stuff, the behind the scenes stuff, always comes after the fall, and, unless I’m missing it, is also the stuff the Morning News failed to find today.

The “murder boards” were the mock trials where White House colleagues grilled Miers on constitutional law. The sessions were to prepare her for Senate hearings. But Miers’ answers were so suspect, the White House didn’t invite the outside lawyers who normally assist in the grilling and prepping of the candidate. This, as much as anything, led to Miers’ demise.

SO SHE’S UNQUALIFIED…

At least Harriet Miers is a good person. Just ask West Dallas’ Caroline Ware. A single mother with nine children, Ware came to Miers in the late 1970’s as a pro bono client. Miers took Ware’s case, bailed her out, got the charges dropped, then gave Ware $700 to stave off eviction, hired a registered nurse when Ware had a nervous breakdown, and bought coats and clothes for each of Ware’s children for Christmas.

RE: DAYBREAK

An early-rising FrontBurnervian caught a little bit of some AM programming and files this report:

This morning at about 6:30 AM the daybreak front desk shot to Charlie Gibson for a quick precap of what was going to happen on Good Morning America this morning… and dear Charlie Gibson pulled out a t-shirt that had the new Daybreak logo on it. He then proceeds to pick up the cereal box with everyones mug and was making fun of the fact they sent him an empty cereal box–something along the lines of “beware Dallas, if someone tries to hand you a daybreak cereal box, it’s empty. Why is it empty?” Justin Farmer claimed that they couldnt afford to put anything inside.

It’s always entertaining to watch Charlie Gibson call someone out. Justin and Jackie tried to laugh it off. Justin ended it with “Yeah, that Charlie is the best…”

Cut to commercial.

A riddle: when is an empty box more than an empty box? Answer: when it’s a laughably failed promotional gimmick.

FRIDAY FUN

The first time you play today’s Friday Fun, you’re going to be confused. “What’s the point?” you’ll say, most likely aloud. But then you’ll play it again. You’ll start humming the music. You’ll start berating yourself for not doing better than you did the previous time (again, most likely aloud). Before you know it, you’re having Friday Fun. It’s called Babycal throw. Click on the little fellas to launch their little backpacks, and try to hit the other little fellas. Go get ‘em.