Got a big bag of nothing so far this morning. I'll come up with something.
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10.19.2007
Reader Submitted Pic From Last Night
Got a big bag of nothing so far this morning. I'll come up with something.
10.18.2007
Fashion Roadkill
Some guy does a stunt on a catwalk leaving a big hole. Next out comes a model. Hilarity ensues.
Two observations: (1) not the best video taping going on there, and (2) I suspect the model's legs are worth a fortune to her - I'm stunned they weren't shredded by the fall.
Edit: Someone has already called it "fake." Man, I don't think so. Plus, TMZ believes it is real, so it has to be.
Wow
I just visited with an elementary teacher from the Dallas ISD where she estimated that 90% of the students in her particular school were Hispanic. I asked her about language issues that she faced and was shocked to learn this: There are signs in the common areas of her school that proclaim Monday, Wednesday, and Friday as "Spanish Days" and Tuesday and Thursday and "English Days." That means that all students and teachers (when not in class - i.e. in the hallways or at lunch) should speak that designated language.
And To Think I Rarely Get My Wish
In December, I proclaimed presidential candidate Sam Brownback a right wing nut that I hoped didn't make it past the Iowa caucus. Well, I'll be, he is expected to call it quits this week.
275 What?
A story came out yesterday that the Dallas Cowboys had purchased the domain name of www.cowboys.com for $275,000 at auction. I almost posted the story because I thought that was kind of pricey especially since Jerry already own www.dallascowboys.com.
Comes news today that there apparently was a mistake. The Cowboys thought they were bidding $275 not $275,000. The name is now back on the market.
Yep. White People Are Definitely White People.
I'm not sure I'm familiar with Shelly Slater's fine work over at Channel 8. But if you want to see her dance to Billy Jean at her wedding, click here. I wonder if the groom was thinking "do over?"
10.17.2007
One Interstate. One Ranger.
A Baylor blog has pointed out that the Waco City Council has voted to erect a 70 foot statute of a Texas Ranger that will tower over I-35 at the Brazos River. (That's the location of the Texas Ranger Hall of Fame.)
The cost? Probably $650,000+
And the above graphic, and caption, was from that blog - which may be the only reason I posted this story.
The Wreck Of The John Fitzgerald
This portion of an email
So next time you meet a guy of my caliber, instead of trying to turn it around, just get to the gym! I will even give you one free training session, so you don't blow it with the next [guy like me who is] 8.9 on Hot or Not, Ivy League grad, Mensa member, can bench/squat/leg press over 1200 lbs., has had lunch with the secretary of defense, has an MBA from the top school in the country, lives in a Buckhead high rise, drives a Beemer convertible, has been in 14 major motion pictures, was in Jezebel's Best dressed, etc. Oh, that is right, there aren't any more of those!Has caused this man a lot of pain.
Where it got posted. His explanation.
Jeterville
This is kinda long, but I thought it was interesting.
I've written occasionally about "Jeterville." A guy came across my reference to it on the Internet and sent me this email yesterday:
[In] 1977, my parents . . . owned and operated this convenient store and Fina gas station called Jeters. We put up a sign and T-shirts that read "Jeterville, population 6 and 1 cat". Which described our family at the time. A promotional thing my Mom came up with, as I remember. When I came across your writing it took me back to that time in my life. I'm sure you could care less but maybe you'll find some interest in my e-mail. One summer evening, around that same time, I was at the store with Dad . . . when I saw a big tour bus pull up to the store, the gas pumps exactly. I stopped in my tracks at the front window when I saw the most beautiful woman I'd ever experienced. She had long thick flowing blond hair; the kind that when the Texas night wind grabbed it it didn't let go. She wore this long black tattered dress with white skin that was reflected by any light. As she approached the store I began to notice another blond, but her hair was darker, almost red, a tall man with short hair in black leather, and then lastly this tall, lanky man with a beard and long hair; the classic 70's look to me. As they approached the front glass door with me square in the middle of it, in a trance, I didn't move; the blond said " young man, you must have the biggest brown eyes I have ever seen", as she bent down to my level, she kissed me on the forehead. I was shocked. I'd never been kissed before, other than my mother. And as she kissed me she smelled funny to me. Later in life I learned about pot and that was her smell, I'll never forgot that scent. I stepped aside and waited until the lanky man passed through, as Dad pleaded, but lovingly, "Boy, stay out of the way". As if we were visited by royalty. Dad had an expression on his face I had never noticed before . . . . I remember walking out and getting into the tour bus; it was dark with that smell I mentioned before, and Dad and I listening to the women singing to guitar music. I remember the blond giving me another kiss before they left. A short time later Dad said "Boy," (and he never started a sentence to me without starting with boy), "Don't forget tonight, because you spent time with Mick Fleetwood." I really had no clue what he meant until years later. Way later. I, probably in high school, realized I spent time with Fleetwood Mac and was kissed by Stevie Nix, listened and experienced a small piece of their life on the road in the late 70's. I appreciate that experience I had, now, especially now that Mom passed in 1984, Dad passed in 1997 and sister Sammye passed in 1993. Only 3 left in the population of Jeterville, Texas; and no cat . . . Thanks for the memory . . .
I've written occasionally about "Jeterville." A guy came across my reference to it on the Internet and sent me this email yesterday:
[In] 1977, my parents . . . owned and operated this convenient store and Fina gas station called Jeters. We put up a sign and T-shirts that read "Jeterville, population 6 and 1 cat". Which described our family at the time. A promotional thing my Mom came up with, as I remember. When I came across your writing it took me back to that time in my life. I'm sure you could care less but maybe you'll find some interest in my e-mail. One summer evening, around that same time, I was at the store with Dad . . . when I saw a big tour bus pull up to the store, the gas pumps exactly. I stopped in my tracks at the front window when I saw the most beautiful woman I'd ever experienced. She had long thick flowing blond hair; the kind that when the Texas night wind grabbed it it didn't let go. She wore this long black tattered dress with white skin that was reflected by any light. As she approached the store I began to notice another blond, but her hair was darker, almost red, a tall man with short hair in black leather, and then lastly this tall, lanky man with a beard and long hair; the classic 70's look to me. As they approached the front glass door with me square in the middle of it, in a trance, I didn't move; the blond said " young man, you must have the biggest brown eyes I have ever seen", as she bent down to my level, she kissed me on the forehead. I was shocked. I'd never been kissed before, other than my mother. And as she kissed me she smelled funny to me. Later in life I learned about pot and that was her smell, I'll never forgot that scent. I stepped aside and waited until the lanky man passed through, as Dad pleaded, but lovingly, "Boy, stay out of the way". As if we were visited by royalty. Dad had an expression on his face I had never noticed before . . . . I remember walking out and getting into the tour bus; it was dark with that smell I mentioned before, and Dad and I listening to the women singing to guitar music. I remember the blond giving me another kiss before they left. A short time later Dad said "Boy," (and he never started a sentence to me without starting with boy), "Don't forget tonight, because you spent time with Mick Fleetwood." I really had no clue what he meant until years later. Way later. I, probably in high school, realized I spent time with Fleetwood Mac and was kissed by Stevie Nix, listened and experienced a small piece of their life on the road in the late 70's. I appreciate that experience I had, now, especially now that Mom passed in 1984, Dad passed in 1997 and sister Sammye passed in 1993. Only 3 left in the population of Jeterville, Texas; and no cat . . . Thanks for the memory . . .
10.16.2007
It's Your Money
I've never understood Economic Development Corporations which are nothing more than a governmental entity funded by sales tax that normally goes into the city coffers. Already this year, the Decatur EDC has received over $1 million of your money. Money that could be used to pave roads and improve a water system.
The curious thing about EDCs is that they give your money to private companies to entice them to "relocate", and I've yet to figure out the guidelines for their generosity. (The EDC in Bridgeport has been roundly criticized for its choice of monetary recipients.)
So why this mild rant?
Tomorrow the Messenger will run a story on page 9A that deserves to be above the fold. The first sentence will read, " The Decatur Economic Development board Tuesday approved an agreement whereby Twisted X Boot Company will refund $40,000 of a $150,000 grant given the company to locate in Decatur."
Uh, guess what? They didn't relocate here. The company ended up near Alliance Airport presumably either buying land or securing a lease with cash they got from, uh, can I say the EDC? Although the new agreement requires the company to keep its "executive offices" in Decatur for three years (that doesn't mean much - a desk and a phone would suffice, I suppose), I guess they still get to keep $110,000. And you know what else? The company was supposed to get $200,000 but the EDC hadn't paid the remaining $50,000 before they apparently figured out that something was wrong.
No one will raise a fuss because that's the way we are. But we should.
Ellen Crys Cries On Her Show Today . . .
. . . and this clip made the NBC Nightly News tonight.
You know, as much as I wanted to make fun of this, I can't. You heart has to go out to her because she's so sincere.
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