The city council’s Economic Development Committee just unanimously recommended city staff to begin negotiations with Jack Matthews and Matthews Southwest to develop the city’s convention center hotel. Just like I said.
13 Comments to “Breaking News: I Am A Genius; Matthews Southwest Named Developer For Convention Center Hotel”
*sighs and begins wiping from my monitor the Diet Coke I just sprayed*
Puddin'Tane@ June 16th, 2008 at 3:27 pm
Believe nothing until construction begins and then keep unbelieving until the thing is built… and then still until people have actually checked in and the place is making a profit.
Yeah, Tim, I’m crushed. Zac’s clearly a genius, and I suck.
Tears are rolling down my cheeks as my journalism degree burns in my trash can.
Remember, I’ll always love you.
No funeral…BANG!
Not Me@ June 17th, 2008 at 4:47 pm
Please tell me Matthews Southwest isn’t still comfy cozy with that little Napolean, Don Blackwood.
surfer@ June 18th, 2008 at 2:03 pm
They shook out that rat bastard years ago.
FrontBurner® launched in March 2003, the first blog in Dallas run by a media organization. This is where the editors of D Magazine preemptively out themselves for sleeping with co-workers before anyone can blackmail them with a movie script detailing their indiscretions.
So much for that conspiracy theory, eh, Sam Merten?
Zac was right. The sound of the air blowing out of the D.O. conspiracy theory balloons make me giggle.
Wow, Zac. You should totally run for mayor.
You’re better than that, Bethany.
I kid with love, Zac, and gently, before that other guy comes and does it really meanly.
I think we should all hold judgment until the dirt is flying and there is NOT a Woodbine sign posted on a construction fence.
Bethany,
You’re right, Zac’s “boyfriend” is a big meanie. Last time, when it was over, he got angry and threw the money at Zac!
Murmur.
*sighs and begins wiping from my monitor the Diet Coke I just sprayed*
Believe nothing until construction begins and then keep unbelieving until the thing is built… and then still until people have actually checked in and the place is making a profit.
Boooiiiing!
Yeah, Tim, I’m crushed. Zac’s clearly a genius, and I suck.
Tears are rolling down my cheeks as my journalism degree burns in my trash can.
Remember, I’ll always love you.
No funeral…BANG!
Please tell me Matthews Southwest isn’t still comfy cozy with that little Napolean, Don Blackwood.
They shook out that rat bastard years ago.