I really like getting e-mail from all of you. Generally, save for the once weekly, “You are a horrible writer,” e-mail I get from the same person, you are all as kind, funny and delightfully sarcastic as you are here. I’d totally invite most of you to a place that is not my house or anywhere near my house, have drinks with you, and then drive evasively home.
So last night, I got an e-mail from a FrontBurnervian who is a once and future resident of the Dallas area. Nowadays, he’s living elsewhere, but will soon move back. Because he’s living elsewhere and he’s a generally law-abiding citizen, he has an out-of-state license plate on his car. On his last occasion to visit Dallas, he took toll roads several times, opting to try out the Zipcash feature. I will let him explain the rest, after we jump: (more…)
Dale Watson knows how to hit back when a body does him wrong. Seems the Texas honky-tonk singer–he’ll be appearing at the Granada July 29 with the Tejas Brothers–got jacked around over some lost CDs by a Singapore-based outfit called Tiger Airways. So the hard-core-country troubador recorded a song called Tiger Airways–We Don’t Careways and posted it online. Next thing you know, the airline coughed up what Watson had been asking for all along. Proving, it’s not a good idea to mess with a Texan. If you ask pretty, maybe he’ll sing the song here next Friday.
John Wiley Price was supposed to speak to the Park Cities Rotary Club this afternoon, but Channel 8’s Brett Shipp derailed that. Park Cities People’s Georgia Fisher has the details.
There was a mix of gloom and opportunism at the Old Town Borders this morning, like you were bidding farewell to a friend who’d died but, before you left, you scoured his closet to see if there was anything in there you wanted. Today marked the first day of a “liquidation” period that’s likely to last through September, somebody said, and plenty of customers were in the store to help clean it out.
The cafe was closed already. But biographies and CDs/DVDs were 20 percent off, young adult books were 10 percent off, and you could pick up magazines for a 40 percent discount. (What the hell; I sprang for the new Texas Monthly.) An enterprising FrontBurnervian who wandered into the Old Town location sent along this photo, which pretty well summed things up.
The disagreement we told you about in May between billionaires T. Boone Pickens and the Koch Brothers was really just a skirmish back then. Now, as one-time supporters have defected from T. Boone’s Pickens Plan for natural gas, it’s erupted into a full-scale war. One observer likens the dispute to “two bulls in a field fighting each other.”
I’ve either been especially boring this week or the weirdos I usually encounter are indoors hugging their A/C units. Maybe both. Highlight? My car got broken into again. This would-be thief riffled through the stuff (read: mountain of Sonic peppermints) in the console, but decided against my old MIT Logarhythms and Rufus Wainwright CDs. My high school self who prided herself on her musical taste feels vaguely insulted.
Here’s hoping for a more thrilling weekend. But please, criminal element, leave my poor car alone.
You already know that you can’t text with a drink in your hand. But dancing is apparently a whole different ballgame. Artist Tom Russotti (currently at Centraltrak) came up with something called the Drinking and Dancing Competition, and it’s happening tonight at Sons of Hermann Hall. Peter has an interview with Russotti on FrontRow, but here’s the basic premise. You drink booze, you dance, booze in hand. Points are lost for spillage or drink abandonment, and the stronger your drink, the more points you get. So if you were planning on swaying middle school-style with cans of Tecate all night, you probably won’t win. Just don’t upchuck the boogie.
In our July issue, I wrote about Harvey Lacey and his idea for building low-cost homes out of plastic blocks made from trash. Harvey had been hoping to get to Haiti to start field-testing the idea. He hasn’t made it — yet — but his blocks have. And they met Bill Clinton.
As we all know, Mariano Martinez invented the margarita machine. Also, as we all know, Sunday is National Tequila Day. Therefore, I bring you this clip from ABC News Nightline, which features Martinez. One fun fact from the clip: Martinez prefers his margaritas on the rocks, because, as he says, “his tastes have evolved.”
Back at the last round of layoffs, I added DMN Cuts, a blog dedicated to tracking the cuts, to my Google Reader. Today, I noticed a new post, which hints at a possible new round of layoffs. The poster, who calls himself Spartacus, said that there have been layoffs of non-newsroom positions over the past few weeks, but that rumor has it the newsroom will also face cuts – specifically editors and production editors, because newer technology has made it easier to do production, meaning fewer editors would be required.
Spartacus goes on to say:
It is possible that none of this is true. This will be a place where people who know better and want to share will be able to let the rest of us know.
One other consistent rumor is that this layoff will not the same as the last ones. Instead of an announced date where the cuts will happen, if the rumors are right, these will happen when they happen. That would mean no warning and no way to know if they’re over.
I’m Your Ice Cream Man, Stop Me When I’m Passing By. Now, you’d think that since it is as hot as the face of the sun out there, ice cream – a cool, refreshing treat – would be in high demand. But according to ice cream man Moustapha Diop, it is now so hot that nobody will venture outside for the five seconds it takes to flag down the purveyor of frosty treats.
Pervez Musharraf, Rick Perry in Weirdest Game of Telephone Ever. From this story, we can either surmise that the governor of Texas and the former president of Pakistan are total besties who OMG, tell each other everything, or that Perry said something and Musharraf is a big ol’ gossip. Loose lips, Mushy. Loose lips.
Ozzie Canseco Is Not Jose Canseco … and some guy named Damon Feldman can totally tell the difference and that’s why the former Ranger now has to pay him some money for sending his brother in to fight in a celebrity boxing match that he was supposed to fight in. File this under “Loose Definition of Celebrity.”
You Probably Won’t Get That To Inflate In Hell. Someone stole Spirit and Indigo’s giant inflatable swimming pool, and they’re very sad. And hot. So if you have it, just put it back. Reinflate it if you can, and fill it with water. No wait, unicorn tears. Yes. Inflate it with the breath ofÂ wizened fairies and fill it with the tears of unicorns, you mean hooligans.
Play Along. Now, last week, AmyS was the only person to play along with this. So listen, it’s gonna be hot again today, and you really have nowhere to go because you don’t want to sweat or just combust (seriously, you go out there, and you run the very real risk of just you know, Boom! Fire). So just play this game. Here are your quotes. Use them randomly in comments all over the blog today. Because it’s fun.