The latest project from The Onion is a weekly video series that spoofs ESPN talking-head shows like Around the Horn and Pardon the Interruption. Here is the first. And now I’ll completely spoil the Romo part. Riffing on the idea that Cowboys receivers are begging Romo to throw the ball harder:
“His handoffs are even worse! It’s like watching a water nymph place a sugar tea cake in the tiny, trembling hand of a meadow fairy.”
People Newspaper columnist Merritt Patterson has a full-blown review of Big Rich Texas (aka Texas Train Wreck of Bleach and Botox) that debuted last night on the Style Network. Someone needs to give a map to the show’s producers. The much-vaunted Woodhaven Country Club that is the “social place of Dallas” is actually in Fort Worth. The worn-out club was purchased last November by longtime member Louis Scoma Jr. At that point it had 433 members and hoped to reach a goal of 600 members and 150 social members.
Warning: We learned last night that club rules forbid profane tattoos to be visible. Heck, at this point they should take anybody who has air in their lungs.
Thus far, Dwaine Caraway’s other friend has yet to make himself known. But now that we’ve found out that Archie Sauls is a professional custom prayer kneeler builder, I’d have to assume that Arthur has an even odder job, if he is so ensnared with work he can’t come to the defense of his friend, the former mayor. I spent two minutes thinking about it.
•cobra wrangler
•Tom Leppert’s Twitter ghost writer
•DeShawn Stevenson’s bad idea coordinator
•my friend
•bassist for Petty Theft
•leprechaun bounty hunter
•city-key locksmith
•Hein from our comments section
•mayor of Bullsh, the capital of Wankingmotionland
Just a few minutes ago, I got a passel of documents from Dallas County Commissioner Maurine Dickey, who has already expressed her extreme displeasure regarding the redistricting maps the commissioner’s court voted on a few weeks ago. Seems Dickey will now seek a review of the map by Texas Attorney General Greg Abbott and the U.S. Justice Department.
“The new map was approved by the Dallas County Commissioners without the benefit of public review or comment as required. I ask that the Attorney General’s office and the Department of Justice rule the new district map invalid and restore the original redrawn district map that was presented to the public for comment,” Dickey says in a press release. “The court failed to give the public proper notice which has resulted in what is, at a minimum, a disenfranchisement of thousands of voters.”
You can read the full press release here, read the letter here, and see the old map and the new map here and here, respectively.
Three things have become clear about the Dallas mayoral runoff between Mike Rawlings and David Kunkle. 1.) It’s turned into a virtual love-fest, so the basic dynamics are unlikely to change between now and June 18. 2.) Rawlings, the Dallas super-salesman with the big war chest, had a solid lead in the first go-round–and since has picked up Ron Natinsky’s endorsement. 3.) Kunkle, the former deputy city manager in Arlington, has emerged in the campaign as an uncharismatic but methodically accomplished sort–and a guy who wants a job again.
So, here’s the perfect resolution for Dallas. First, Kunkle withdraws from the race. Then, Rawlings announces that the ex-police chief will become Dallas’ next city manager succeeding Mary Suhm, who’s had a good run but is due for an exit from Marilla Street. (I know, it’s technically the city council that appoints the manager, but we all know Rawlings is a guy who “gets things done.”) The upshot of the plan: Rawlings-Kunkle makes a good team at City Hall. Everybody saves their campaign dough. We stop having to sit through or read about any more snooze-fest debate forums at the East Dallas Chicken-raisers Club. Everybody chills out and enjoys Memorial Day weekend.
Note: “Kobe” drops a trio of unbleeped F-bombs at the end of this video. Also: “You can’t win games with a dry Mamba. The Mamba must be moisturized.” Also also: “Kobe face.”
I read it. Twice (just like I read “Fed Up” twice). The takeaway? Rick Perry named his boots (Freedom and Liberty). That I get – I named my flip flops Tequila and Cherry Limeade. Other takeaway? The word crotchety is still so funny.
Oak Cliff — and really, I suppose when I say Oak Cliff these days, and when you say Oak Cliff these days, I/you really mean North Oak Cliff — is not a secret anymore. Not to you, not to your parents, not to anyone. If I were to see you in the street and say to you, “Hey, cool s— is happening in (North) Oak Cliff” — because I tend to swear when I’m not on this blog, and certainly when I’m in the street — you would only think that was strange because I just randomly brought up that subject when we were having a conversation about hypothetical scenarios and grudges, my two favorite conversation topics.
So, what I am about to talk about is not new, but maybe is interesting. To streamline my wording here: FEEL FREE TO SKIP TO THE NEXT ONE.
As you may have heard, NFL owners formally locked out the players recently, as the two sides attempt to come up with a new collective bargaining agreement. It’s still early, but let’s take a quick look at the winners and losers so far.
Spotting some of these characters walking three or four abreast on McKinney Avenue
from behind last night, it looked for a split second like the KKK was making a Dallas comeback. Then you noticed that the costumes were yellow, not white, and were actually meant to depict “bananas,” not to cloak white racists.
Seems a bunch of the bananas congregated at Uptown Pub (pictured in photo by Jeanne Prejean), where a guy who answered the phone today said he thinks the stunt was part of a pub crawl organized via e-blast. “Last week they had a ‘Snuggie’ crawl,” he said, laughing. “I guess if they can organize Egypt, they can organize a ‘banana’ crawl.”
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.
The name dropping game is revving up for Super Bowl XLV week. Among the names supposedly being part of next week’s landscape are Snoop Dogg, Holly Madison, Roger Staubach, Pamela Anderson, Troy Aikman (pictured right with Roger Staubach), Cameron Diaz, P Diddy, Hilary Swank, Gene Simmons, Demi Moore, Kid Rock, Ashton Kutcher, Shannon Tweed, Terry Bradshaw, Emeril Lagasse, Prince, Nelly, Andy Roddick, Black Eyed Peas, Miss America, Usher, etc.
Just wondering. Which celeb would be the most fun to make the area party circuit with next week?