I am hearing now that parade details will be announced tomorrow, and the actual parade (which Mark Cuban said he’d spring for) will happen late this week. Can I put a vote in for Friday? Because really, does anybody do anything resembling work on Friday after 10 a.m.?
No. They do not. They begin planning which patio and which beer they will drink. So let’s just agree that Friday at 10 a.m. would be a great time to have a parade, and then go to that parade, and then just go have beers. For the rest of the day.
We all know that sitting will kill you. Some of us took the news a little more to heart than others. Here’s Tim with his new super desk that raises and lowers as he stands and sits. He’s not going to start out standing all day. He’s done research. He has to ease into it. Though it makes me a little nervous to sit next to someone who’s standing all day, it’s way worse for Laura, who sits across from him. Her reaction to seeing this? “OH, NO!” And his response? “I look at you less.”
I know there’s a lot going on this weekend, but you owe it to yourself to head over to the Deep Ellum Arts Festival. I checked out the scene last night and loved it so much I may go back today (and take a real camera).
I didn’t move to Dallas until after Deep Ellum was past its prime. People keep telling me what Deep Ellum used to be like. How great it was. How much they loved hanging out there. I always believed them, but it wasn’t until last night that I saw how great Deep Ellum can be. People (and dogs) filled the streets, artists and food vendors lined either side, and although there was a lot of jostling, a lot of friendly exchanges were also had.
Today kicks off the NCAA men’s college basketball tournament, and it is — traditionally — a day when office workers take really, really long lunches so as to cram in as much men’s college basketball tournament fun as possible (read: drink). So, anyway. A list. Because people love two things: AMERICA. And lists.
Again, our group name is Best Waffles, and we’re right here. If you win, you get a $150 gift card to Ozona, AS WELL AS an almost imperceptible head nod from me, a steely eyed fist pump from the distant film/TV father of your choice, one of the pens off my desk, bragging rights for a year, and — just added! — a post on FrontBurner to say whatever you want, so long as you don’t curse and don’t mind me editing it to reflect my own personal views.
Anyway, get to it.
Join us here. Our group is called Best Waffles.
I’m sure I have somehow botched this, so let me know in the comments, with as little cheer as possible. Or a ton of it. Just use exclamation points and I won’t know the difference.
UPDATE: Forgot to mention, if you need some help with your brackets, by all means check out the great Luke Winn over at SI, who has the best rundown around AND a playlist by Dallas’ own Gorilla Vs. Bear.
Yeah, yeah — I know. I know. But I have to point this out, because when I went on that rant yesterday about Tom Leppert, I mentioned (jokingly) the possibility of a Van Exel campaign and someone asked. If you want to know what Van Exel is actually up to, he’s an assistant with the Atlanta Hawks. Since I’m here, here is a short grainy clip of Van Exel in some random regular season game against the Knicks, with non-English commentary, because this is exactly what the internet is for.
D Magazine food photographer Kevin Marple went to LA to shoot pictures of an In-N-Out burger. His life will never be the same.
Seems I’ve been working pretty blue here lately. Oh, well. You’ll want to watch this video of sometime D Magazine contributor and CBS golf analyst David Feherty. I love his dramatic slo-mo collapse.
In defending Bob Ortegal in the comments of this morning’s Leading Off, I brought up this idea:
I still think Cuban would be the ideal team owner to try my version of “freshening things up”: Have a regular broadcast, with Mark, Skin, and whomever — I don’t think [Brad] Davis or [Derek Harper] bring much, but they’d do, I guess. THEN, on HDNet or wherever, the Homer Broadcast. Completely biased coverage: calling out the refs, indulging long-held grudges and minor gripes, occasionally questioning shot selection, cursing, going wildly off-topic if the situation calls for it.
I’m not doing anything else, so let’s explore this a little more.