I Knew Something Was Up

I always liked this place (The Metro Cinema in Colleyville) but it is an absolute beating to get to - it's on Highway 26 in between North Richland Hills and Grapevine.

Anyway, I was there in December and something seemed very strange. First, the apathetic ticket taker informed me that "No Country For Old Men" was not showing at 7:00 p.m. despite what the theater's own website said earlier in the day. "Oh, that site changes all the time," she told me. Thanks, girl. You might want to look for a job other than in customer service.

And then, oddly, in the bar/restaurant area, there were two huge blank spaces where flat screens TVs used to be.

But I got a shocking update tonight on Fox 4 News. The place has shut down. The power has been shut off. Employee checks are bouncing. And on Thursday the Texas Comptroller's office came in and confiscated some computers for unpaid taxes.

But the theater continued to sell tickets over the weekend despite the place being locked up tighter than a drum.

Kind Of Funny

Don't Worry. It's Not Our Dairy Queen.

Story with video.

(Thanks emailer.)

Gig Em

The Aggies won last year with a cheap shot on Colt McCoy of The Evil Empire. They are nominated again this year for almost killing Tech's Graham Harrell.

The nominees.

General Who?

If it weren't in Newsweek, I wouldn't believe it.

Spot On

For what it's worth, the youtube clip of tha above is here.

The Weaving Truck

I'm seeing this more and more. The early morning truck that has trouble staying in its lane. If it were a car at midnight, I would really question whether he's sober. (And that guy isn't turning onto Business 287 - he's headed straight.)

I wonder if anyone else is noticing the same thing.

It's Still Better To Be A Cowboy Fan

Edit: Uh, I spoke too soon . . .

Skiing Is Dangerous

That's American downhill skier Scott Macartney crashing at the World Cup at Kitzbuehel, Austria yesterday. He's doing fine and is expected to make a full recovery. And his helmet tracking him down was insult to injury.

Emmitt. Emmitt. Emmit.

"If they [the Giants] win today, they possibly go onto the Super Bowl and make an appearance there."

Grease Reunion

I don't think I've ever watched the movie the whole way through, but I remember it being released when I was in high school and the girls loved it. I still remember the night my girlfriend and her gang went to watch it at the drive-in theater in Decatur.

I'm old. Depression. Suffocating depression.

Kind Of Remember This

A faithful reader sends a link to a pdf file of about 200 pages concerning the "spaceman" crash, allegedly, in 1897 in Aurora. It seems that in 1973 there was a huge effort to try and dig around in the Aurora Cemetary to try and find the body. If you download the file (and, I'll admit, I kept looking through it far longer than I thought I would) check out the newspaper clippings from around the nation beginning at about page 100.

My First Ever Tennis Entry?

Some times you just stumble across things that suck you in.

Case in point, I cruise by ESPN2 a second ago and see that a tennis match from the Australian Open that, by the box score at the time, I deduce had been going on forever. I get to catch the last live 30 minutes of a crazy affair and learn this:

- For some reason, the match began in Australia at 11:45 p.m.
- It lasted an incredible 4 hours and 45 minutes
- Yep, that puts the ending time at 4:30 a.m. (11:30 a.m our time - which is how I ended up watching it.)
- And it was great
- Edit: It was great because the volleys were so long. The players were so tired, it was kind of like watching a women's match - which is normally more enjoyable. For example, I just read in the DMN that Andy Roddick was ousted despite hitting 42 aces. 42 aces? That's tennis? That's boring. I've suggested for a long time that men go back to wooden rackets to make the game fun again.

It made me long for the day of McEnroe, Conners, and Borg.

And Another

Story.

Ok, this is a tough one since I don't think it's a good mugshot. I bet she's a lot better looking when given a little time to prepare. Plus, she kind of has that look on her face that yells, "I'm probably going to have a little trouble explaining this to the Junior League."

So, after considering all the facts and giving her the Presumption of Being Hot as guaranteed by the Bill of Rights, I'll vote for probation.

Next case.

Wise County: Wicca Friendly

The Wicca-friendly story in the Messenger last weekend sure didn't cause much of a stir. I expected the Mess's offices to be stormed after church but before Sunday lunch.

Friday Afternoon Pick Me Up

Naaah, Racism Doesn't Exist

LSU fans before the National Championship game. (Language warning.)

The Grand Jury Myth

There are few things as outdated as a grand jury.

In theory, any felony case must be "indicted" by a grand jury after they are presented with evidence that a crime probably occurred and the defendant probably did it. But in reality, the grand jury rarely hears any testimony but instead a summary of the case from the DA's office. And 99.9% of the time, the grand jury simply follows the prosecutors recommendation to either indict or "no bill" the case.

With that, comes the crazy story of Supreme Court Justice David Medina. He and his wife were indicted yesterday by a Harris County grand jury against the wishes of the prosecutor. So what does the prosecutor do today? He dismisses the indictment. There's nothing the grand jury can do to prevent that.

Most prosecutors would avoid that situation by simply not presenting the case to the grand jury at all. That's the typical way weak cases are killed. But it looks like the DA's office were after Justice Medina but then changed their minds a little too late.