at the Monk with Zac? It would be a befitting end to the Best. Day. Evah. for you two.
@ 5:13 pm on October 30, 2008
So Tim…what were trying to cover up here?
Why did you not want to spend time with this story but you were more than happy to bash a high school. Ethics…You teach ethics?
—from Dallas Blog/Rick Perry
I remembered Rogers saying something fishy when talking about FrontBurner’s coverage of the rumor that Rick Perry was gay, and it gives insight into the way things are done over at D.
“We’re not going to spend a lot of time tracking stuff down like that because that sounds like real work. That sounds like making phone calls. That sounds like maybe asking for documents and we’re not going to beat the daily press — radio, television and newspapers — to the story,” Rogers said. “So, we could waste a week tracking that stuff down and then it shows up in the newspaper and we’ve wasted all our time doing it. So, we kind of report stories like that — if you want to call it reporting — passively.”
Rogers said there are approximately 200 people who email tips to FrontBurner. He said he knows which tipsters are trustworthy and “kinda” knows where they work.
“Is that ethical? I don’t know,” Rogers said. “I don’t know these people. A lot of them I haven’t met face to face.”
@ 5:38 pm on October 30, 2008
You could live to be 500 and quite possibly never top the snark dished by DO and DMN in one 8 hour period. Well done. We bow to you Mr. Funny Guy.
@ 5:43 pm on October 30, 2008
I can’t wait for Good Christian Bastards to hit the shelves!
@ 5:50 pm on October 30, 2008
This reminds me of a “Why you should hate Southlake” headline….
hypocrisy?
D, and the DMN writes headlines to get you drawn in, or has that changed at D?
@ 6:57 pm on October 30, 2008
Scene: A balcony overlooking downtown Dallas at night. In the distance the murmur of traffic.
Seated left in an expensive leather chair, Tim Rogers. To his right in a matching chair, Steve Blow. A table stands between them, and on the table a decanter of scotch. They are dressed in pin-stripe suits, holding glasses and really large cigars. Smoke drifts across the scene. From time to time they raise their glasses in a toast.
Tim: Well, Steve, we did it again.
Steve: Yeah. We did.
Tim: I wrote. Then you wrote. Then I wrote again. Smooth as clockwork.
Steve: Or did I write first, then you wrote? I always forget.
Tim: It’s all right, Steve.
Steve: Works every time, though, doesn’t it.
Tim: It does. Let’s drink to that.
Steve: Sleep over?
Tim: I’ll drink to that, too.
Fade out. Roll credits.
@ 7:20 pm on October 30, 2008
Thanks for the mental scars, Bill. Now I need brain bleach.
@ 7:41 pm on October 30, 2008
@ Bill: I wouldn’t want to come between Blow and buddy Ragland. But the scotch part sounds good.
@ 8:59 am on October 31, 2008
I love scotch. Scotchy, scotch, scotch. Here it goes down, down into my belly…
@ 9:09 am on October 31, 2008
I think you should continue splitting hairs, Tim, day by day, week by week, until Steve Blow’s patience has been so sorely tried that he explodes in rage. I mean, c’mon, it’d be funny — like seeing Mr. (Fred) Rogers shoot the bird in traffic or something.
@ 9:45 am on October 31, 2008
If you want to inject a note of realism, it would be bourbon or whiskey, not scotch. And Tim would be wearing Eric’s gay shirt.
@ 10:03 am on October 31, 2008
Wick has many leather-bound books and his apartment smells of rich mahogany.
@ 10:31 am on October 31, 2008
What? You pooped in the refrigerator? And you ate the whole… wheel of cheese? How’d you do that? Heck, I’m not even mad; that’s amazing. How ’bout we get you in your p.j.’s and we hit the hay.
@ 10:39 am on October 31, 2008
Bethany, have you come down with a nasty case o’ the schizophrenia? I happen to like it; love it. (I’m especially heartened, well, relieved, at all events, that you’re “not even mad.”)
But if you should seek relief from this pesky malady, I advise you to take five Scotches and call me in the morning.
@ 11:47 am on October 31, 2008
If I take five scotches, I won’t be calling you ’til noon at the earliest.
@ 11:53 am on October 31, 2008
FrontBurner® launched in March 2003, the first blog in Dallas run by a media organization. This is where the editors of D Magazine come to waste a tremendous amount of time.
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at the Monk with Zac? It would be a befitting end to the Best. Day. Evah. for you two.
So Tim…what were trying to cover up here?
Why did you not want to spend time with this story but you were more than happy to bash a high school. Ethics…You teach ethics?
—from Dallas Blog/Rick Perry
I remembered Rogers saying something fishy when talking about FrontBurner’s coverage of the rumor that Rick Perry was gay, and it gives insight into the way things are done over at D.
“We’re not going to spend a lot of time tracking stuff down like that because that sounds like real work. That sounds like making phone calls. That sounds like maybe asking for documents and we’re not going to beat the daily press — radio, television and newspapers — to the story,” Rogers said. “So, we could waste a week tracking that stuff down and then it shows up in the newspaper and we’ve wasted all our time doing it. So, we kind of report stories like that — if you want to call it reporting — passively.”
Rogers said there are approximately 200 people who email tips to FrontBurner. He said he knows which tipsters are trustworthy and “kinda” knows where they work.
“Is that ethical? I don’t know,” Rogers said. “I don’t know these people. A lot of them I haven’t met face to face.”
You could live to be 500 and quite possibly never top the snark dished by DO and DMN in one 8 hour period. Well done. We bow to you Mr. Funny Guy.
I can’t wait for Good Christian Bastards to hit the shelves!
This reminds me of a “Why you should hate Southlake” headline….
hypocrisy?
D, and the DMN writes headlines to get you drawn in, or has that changed at D?
Scene: A balcony overlooking downtown Dallas at night. In the distance the murmur of traffic.
Seated left in an expensive leather chair, Tim Rogers. To his right in a matching chair, Steve Blow. A table stands between them, and on the table a decanter of scotch. They are dressed in pin-stripe suits, holding glasses and really large cigars. Smoke drifts across the scene. From time to time they raise their glasses in a toast.
Tim: Well, Steve, we did it again.
Steve: Yeah. We did.
Tim: I wrote. Then you wrote. Then I wrote again. Smooth as clockwork.
Steve: Or did I write first, then you wrote? I always forget.
Tim: It’s all right, Steve.
Steve: Works every time, though, doesn’t it.
Tim: It does. Let’s drink to that.
Steve: Sleep over?
Tim: I’ll drink to that, too.
Fade out. Roll credits.
Thanks for the mental scars, Bill. Now I need brain bleach.
@ Bill: I wouldn’t want to come between Blow and buddy Ragland. But the scotch part sounds good.
I love scotch. Scotchy, scotch, scotch. Here it goes down, down into my belly…
I think you should continue splitting hairs, Tim, day by day, week by week, until Steve Blow’s patience has been so sorely tried that he explodes in rage. I mean, c’mon, it’d be funny — like seeing Mr. (Fred) Rogers shoot the bird in traffic or something.
If you want to inject a note of realism, it would be bourbon or whiskey, not scotch. And Tim would be wearing Eric’s gay shirt.
Wick has many leather-bound books and his apartment smells of rich mahogany.
What? You pooped in the refrigerator? And you ate the whole… wheel of cheese? How’d you do that? Heck, I’m not even mad; that’s amazing. How ’bout we get you in your p.j.’s and we hit the hay.
Bethany, have you come down with a nasty case o’ the schizophrenia? I happen to like it; love it. (I’m especially heartened, well, relieved, at all events, that you’re “not even mad.”)
But if you should seek relief from this pesky malady, I advise you to take five Scotches and call me in the morning.
If I take five scotches, I won’t be calling you ’til noon at the earliest.