So, as we all know because now it’s even a Google ad, Gov. Rick Perry shot a coyote that was eyeballing him and his dog. With a gun. A gun that fires hollow point bullets in coyotes.
Well, today Democratic gubernatorial candidate Bill White responded, telling the Dallas Morning News’ Gromer Jeffers that, essentially, he has seen coyotes before, and he tends to scare them off with his steely eyed stare and doesn’t need a stinkin’ gun.
“To me, I don’t tend to be afraid of coyote,” he said, hinting that Perry might just be a ‘fraidy pants and thereby delivering the first true “Oh, Snap!” of the gubernatorial season.
Over on SideDish I put up a few pics of Shannon Wynne’s new Design District joint called the Meddlesome Moth. Great place. I recommend it, especially if you like to drink beer. And who doesn’t like to drink beer? So I was cleaning out my iPhone when I realized I’d taken these shots inside the men’s room, where above each urinal hangs a cool throwback stripper poster. To recap, then: go, drink, micturate. You’ll enjoy yourself.
So that’s why I kept getting a busy signal.
You know of Blake Mycoskie, right? He’s the Chief Shoe Giver of TOMS, the footwear company that gives a pair to a child in need for every pair you buy. You’ve seen him on those AT&T commercials where he goes around looking ruggedly unshaven, clubbing baby seals. I’m kidding! He doesn’t club baby seals! Of course not! He gives shoes to poor kids who don’t have them. And then he smokes a lot of weed and plays the guitar. But by then, of course, the cameras have stopped rolling.
Anyway, where was I? Yes. After a visit to Hockaday in 2008, Mycoskie said to himself, “Dude, I would much rather have gone to high school here than to James Martin High School in Arlington. And you know what? Just because a lot of these girls aren’t poor doesn’t mean they don’t need quality footwear. I’m going to design them a special shoe, just for Hockaday uniforms.” And that’s exactly what he did.
Ursuline? Are you just so jealous that you could scream?
Oh, Mark. I get it. It’s the day after your team lost in the first round again for the bajillionth time, and you’ve got a sad. I have a sad. Zac has a sad, I saw it on the Twitters. We all have sads. And angries.
And to a point, you are right, to say that sometimes people use the anonymity of Twitter to be meaner because they can get away with it. But that’s the Internet, not just Twitter. I know, because I sometimes get good and schnockered and accidentally read the comments at the end of Dallas Morning News stories.
But to say so today, well, could make you sound kind of like a crybaby. Did you expect to see Mavs fans tweeting their overjoyedness at last night’s debacle? Did you think Spurs fans wouldn’t skeedaddle over to their TRS-80s, fire up the dial-up and tweet their mockery of our pain?
Good point, but the timing? Well, let’s just say it’s not just a team problem.
You’ve told us about your favorite places to eat and drink locally. You’ve run down your list of the best bars and clubs in town. Now part three of the Best of Big D Readers’ Choice Poll 2010 — wherein you’ll have the chance to sound off on all the top places to shop — kicks off Monday morning and will run for two weeks, through May 16. You can vote once a day, every day, for the length of the polling.
The results of Best of Big D Readers’ Choice (including the services category, which is coming up in a few weeks) will be published in the August 2010 issue of D Magazine. Make the jump to see the categories on the shopping list.
Shocker: Dallas made the Travel Channel’s America’s Worst Driver program. Here is the cast of crappy drivers:
Tara is a Texas bombshell who was nominated by her ex-fiance. She says she hasn’t been in any accidents that count. Not sure what that means, but I’ll take her word for it.
Noel and his brother Seth are funny, highly entertaining, and (so it seems) active on Twitter! Noel weaves in and out of traffic and thinks he is invincible on the road. In other words…he’s an aggressive driver!
Telea was nominated by her best friend Andrea. She refuses to use her turn signal, and during the episode actually roles down her window to ask another driver what he thinks about her driving.
Stacey doesn’t like anybody telling her what to do, especially in the car. Her ex-boyfriend John admits he is a backseat driver, which makes matters worse.
Which of these four contestants will be crowned Dallas’s worst driver and have their car crushed? Tune-in (or set your DVR) tomorrow, May 1 at 9:00 p.m. to find out.
OK. I really don’t know what’s going on, but first I found this, which has nothing to do with Dallas, and then I saw this, which does have something to do with Dallas, and now I understand why Rick Perry carries a gun on his person.
People? They be crazy.
As someone who knows a thing or two about a thing or two when it comes to putting on fundraisers for elementary schools (mainly because I watch my wife work her butt off), I gotta say I’m impressed with the shindig that Stonewall Elementary is throwing tomorrow. The Shake, Rattle, & Roll silent auction features not just the Charming Gardners but the Reverend Horton Heat, too. One wonders, given that it’s a DISD event, whether the Reverend will perform “Bales of Cocaine” or any of his other less-than-PC numbers.
You must go to this link, if nothing else than to be mesmerized by the animated gif of Rick Perry petting a man on the head. But the theory Wonkette posits about why Rick Perry has concerns about the Arizona immigration bill is also entertaining.
A sample:
“If these laws go on the books across the loyal parts of the U.S., once Texas breaks away the migrant Texans will be persecuted wherever they travel looking for work. Even people who just enjoy the ‘Texan lifestyle’ — big dumb hats, enormous belt buckles, shooting coyotes — will be ‘profiled’ by state police and put into ICE jails for months before being dumped over the border in Texarkana.”
The Kentucky Derby is on Saturday, and it’s a pretty good excuse to wear a hat and drink during the day (better than no excuse, that is). Might as well pretend you’re at Churchill Downs and go to Lone Star Park. Each year they have a hat contest, and the winners (”Most Creative” and “Most Stylish”) each get $500. Not too shabby.
(I’ve got a tip for you from last year: if it’s raining (or even if it’s not), a good place to escape is the Post Time Pavilion, next door to the Grandstand. It’s a big building where races from around the country are simulcast, and you have to pay to sit down and bet and stuff. But as far as I know you don’t have to pay to stand inside and drink at the bar. The Derby begins at 5:24.)
There are tons of things going on this weekend that sound fun. The Etsy.com Handmade Bash at South Side on Lamar (free DIY crafts, booze, and music), the Asian American Festival downtown (yummy food, but watch out for the 1 pm immigration rally), Edgefest (Courtney Love!), and Chefs on Fire (free block party with chefs and firemen cooking together).
TGIF. More weekend events found here.
1. I have emerged from my spot under the coffee table, where I was curled in a fetal position, sucking my thumb, after last night’s season-ender for the Mavs. Right now, I’d pay $50 or bake a very lovely cake for someone that would just punch Tim Duncan directly in the snot box. But the one thing that made everything somewhat bearable last night was turning down the sound on the game and listening to the Ticket instead. You can see why here.
2. Although it’s surrounded by Dallas, the Park Cities (specifically, in this case, University Park) is very much like a small town. Most everyone knows everyone. There is no, “Wow, I didn’t know we had this park/service/library.” And yet, as Park Cities People columnist Merritt Patterson pointed out yesterday, a mailer that went out touting the experience of three candidates for city council had a few glaring inaccuracies, including the misspelling of the exceedingly popular, everybody-knows-what-this-is Snider Plaza.
3. Today is Dallas Police Chief David Kunkle’s last day. We all know what this means: He’s available to star in Rica Y Chato, possibly as the wise detective who is always a step behind Rica and Chato, and frequently asks them to please go straight. It all depends on whether or not he can slam his hand on a desk and say convincingly things like, “A life of crime is a short one, jefe,” and “What are you going to tell that little girl when she wants to know what Daddy does for work?”
4. Apparently, it’s really easy to make keys to this one door atop a stairwell in the DFW Airport, and this made WFAA find a dude that will say so, but only after he dons a Unabomber jacket, inhales some helium, and talks. Seriously – that’s the voice disguise you want to go with when talking about something you’re billing as a deadly serious problem? Alvin, Simon, Theodore? Also, the only time you’re allowed to say, “One, two, three, four, five master keys,” Brett Shipp, is if you’re going to follow up with a, “Five Master Keys! Bwahahahaaha!” like the Count from Sesame Street. I’m pretty sure it’s a law.
5. This Friday Morning Ear Worm isn’t so much an ear worm, but I just needed to post this so we can start making, “You’ll just be Blazed!” happen. As a thing. Yes?
How the heck did this happen Sunday night, and I’m just now hearing about it?
Back in February, we passed along the news that Modern Luxury Media had defaulted on about $120 million in debt, which led its lenders to oust the magazine chain’s founder and assume control. I speculated at the time what this move would mean to Modern Luxury Dallas. Well, now we know what it means — kinda. Because the New York Post is reporting that MLM is now on the block. Its owners are crowing about how now is a great time to sell because ad revenues bounced up 15 percent in their May issues across the country and how “several external parties” have shown interest in buying the media property.
I certainly hope that’s true. A rising tide lifts all boats and so forth. But I’m more inclined to believe that this is a case of banks doing what banks do. They see a liability on their balance sheet. Rather than manage it (What do banks know about publishing?), they are attempting to unload it. This isn’t an opportunity to make money; it’s time to cut their losses.