Dallas County Commissioner Ken Mayfield tells us that he has asked new District Attorney Craig Watkins to investigate Dupree after the Oak Cliff-area constable admitted to the Observer that he arranged to have his purported ex-lover arrested and deported to Honduras. A spokesperson for Watkins says that the office’s public…
Styx pisses off its No. 1 fan, so how many does that leave–not counting their mothers? In our never-ending search to cover the vast expanse of the DFW music scene, we stumbled upon this item about, uh, Styx. Normally, we would sooner French-kiss some unsavory character like, say, Bill Parcells…
Gonna buy five copies for her mother: Mayor Laura makes Rolling Stone, and we didn’t even know she released a single. Well, not exactly on the cover. But Mayor Laura Miller is indeed in the latest issue of Rolling Stone (the one with James Brown on the cover; the mayor’s…
WFAA’s Pete Delkus unveils the station’s latest weather forecasting tool, Doppler GODar. O.K., now I feel guilty about my Pete Delkus rant yesterday. I have reconsidered my feelings about yesterday’s weather, and I see now that my issues are not really with Delkus but with God. That’s an old beef…
These days, you’d think most kids would be taught by their parents to run like the wind if a stranger offered them a ride on a “magic” school bus. That’s how youngsters wind up on milk cartons or with nasty hallucinogen habits. But have no fears, parents, about Ms. Frizzle’s…
Road to hell: Buzz is going to let you non-white, non-liberal readers in on a secret of the pasty, lefty tribe. It’s called the “white liberal rule,” a term coined by a friend who went through various machinations to keep his daughter in a high-performing public school that she wasn’t…
Buzz was going to begin our annual look back at the past year this way: Another year has come and gone. Good God, will they never end? But then something strange happened on the way to press. Reviewing the past 12 months, we became afflicted with an odd, unfamiliar feeling…
Take some ’70s-era hippy folk, mix in a heap of religion, add a touch of makeup and stage it as a bouncy, Broadway-style musical performed at a “family-friendly” theater in Hurst. Sounds like a night in hell to me, but maybe you’re into that sort of thing. Well then, slip…
Crystal ball: What does the new year hold in store for Dallas? Police Chief David Kunkle’s divorce lawyer gets a new boat, thanks to his favorite client? Mayor Laura Miller at long last hauls off and slugs someone? The feds announce a major investigation into City Hall, then quietly steal…
Maybe Dallas artist Richard Ross should be careful when he invokes the name of African gods in his works. Those gods can get a little touchy. Ross’ current show at the Magnolia Theatre in the West Village, Falling From the Mouth of Nyami, features eight paintings based on an African…
High flying: ‘Tis the season of joy and peace and that sweaty, panicking feeling that afflicts those who, like Buzz, tend to procrastinate. Still haven’t got that special someone a holiday gift? Man, you are so screwed, but fear not, Buzz can help. First, get $200,000… Hah! Of course, we…
Following up: This week, National Public Radio’s On the Media program broadcast a story about how the media’s love of a narrative and themes can tilt our perception of reality. Early on, reporters fixed on the “big story” notion that President Bush is a doofus who leaves the tough decisions…
Got a loved one with a green thumb, or have any kids on your Christmas list whom you really hate? Texas Discovery Gardens is selling plants, shrubs and flowering plants that they say are “great gift ideas for all occasions and ages.” Um…right. “Sorry, Junior, but those Playstation 3s were…
Fifth time’s the charm: It’s the holidays, a season to be charitable, so it’s just plain wrong to crack jokes at the expense of people who choose to get married during this joyous month. Yessiree, that would not be nice at all. It would be Grinch-like. Mean. Oh, go ahead…
Ya know, that John Edwards sure can give a speech, but only if it’s about John Edwards. Democrat vibes permeated the annual Stephen Philbin Awards, held at the Dallas Bar Association for the 23rd year at 11:15 a.m. Couldn’t help but be, with several dozen new judges, fresh from the…
There’s a story — or is that an ad? — in today’s New York Times about Verizon’s new “experience store” in Southlake, where customers can download music, play video games, watch football games in high-def and, for all we know, get a happy ending. Sounds like a little bit of…
Christmas doesn’t come in a box; it doesn’t come from a store. Christmas isn’t about dressing up your doghouse with lights. Or maybe Yuletide is about getting that Red Ryder BB gun. Whatever. From Thanksgiving to December 25 we’ll be fed several stockings full of “the true meaning of Christmas,”…
Red light, green light: Brace yourself, Buzz is about to delve into the world of high finance, proving once again that ignorance is no bar when you have a deadline and a column to fill. Today’s subject is a “scandal” involving Affiliated Computer Services, the Dallas-based technology services company to…
About an hour ago, cops on horses and motorcycles and in vans and squad cars showed up near the corner of Maple and Wyclif, which is just north of the Observer office. More than a dozen officers are now on the street, stopping drivers to check for license and registration,…
Kicked out: When the bearded son of a Dallas Morning News metro columnist gets kicked out of the downtown library for eating a banana, that’s news—or at least it was to former columnist Sherry Jacobson, who wrote about her kid’s plight last December. Apologies were in order, and they came…
Some readers of Unfair Park’s sister in print may find something odd in their paper this week. We won’t be cute about it: It’s a fucking chain letter soliciting bucks from chumps–specifically female chumps. Seriously. We should know all about chumps here this week: The one-page insert made it into…
For the non-motorcycle guy, there’s something a little jeering, a bit bullying about the two-wheeled beasts. If it were alive, all that chrome and steel and power would, I think, sneer at me: “What’s the matter, pussy-boy? You chicken? Buc-buc-bucaw.” Shades of high school come creeping in: wanting to hang…
