I know, I know. I’m Unfair Park’s sportsy guy–like Anchorman’s Champ, only without the hat and the mutton-chop sideburns. And the humor. But I also know horrible TV, and when I see it, I’m glued to it. That’s why I spent (by which I mean wasted) 35 minutes of my…
Dallas director Gurinder Chadha repeats something I heard last night at the AMC NorthPark 15 opening: The big-screen adaptation of the inexplicably beloved TV series may not be shot in Florida after all. That doesn’t mean it’s coming here–that’s still unlikely, given the state legislature’s unwillingness to deal with funding…
The only thing better than attending the opening of the AMC NorthPark 15 last night would have been running into Mayor Pro Tem Don Hill and D’Angelo Lee, former member of the Dallas City Plan Commission–you remember, the two men who essentially kicked off the FBI investigation at City Hall…
From local immigration Fernando Dubove comes this massive missive about threats of immigration raids throughout Dallas and the state: “What has kept me busy the last few days is trying to track down any truth to the calls I’m getting about immigration raids outside churches, Fiesta parking lots and Oak…
Nerd alert: I’m a huge Guitar Hero fan. To the uninitiated, it’s a video game similar to Dance Dance Revolution, in that you hit buttons to correspond to the beat of a song…but instead of hopping on a dance pad to play, you flick a full-sized guitar-shaped controller to copy…
I’ve received a couple of tidbits since this week’s look at the fall of Last Beat Studios hit newsstands. First was a phone call from Bob Suffolk, a British record studio designer who has called Dallas home for so long that he was one of LB’s original designers. “I’ve been…
Next up, let’s have a big round of applause for The Lodge, the socially conscious strip club where the entertainers are will to put their…their…their whatever on the line to support Latino immigrants. No, seriously. On May 1, immigrant advocates are urging Latinos to skip work and school and boycott…
Losing our Virgin-ity: Come June 18, this place is going buh-bye. On June 18, the Virgin Megastore in Mockingbird Station is closing its big glass doors for good. About 10 minutes ago, I was told this was a mere rumor. Then I found this on the local location’s Web site:…
I loves me some Mark Cuban. Those of us who endured the Dallas Mavericks’ failed “Three J’s” era and countless snoozefests at Reunion Arena appreciate the extreme makeover he’s performed on the franchise, on and off the court. The Mavs are on their way to a second-round showdown with the…
Dan Brown’s book The Da Vinci Code, currently at No. 5 on Amazon’s list of top sellers, has spun out a small industry, and no one is more grateful than Darrell Bock, research professor of New Testament studies at Dallas Theological Seminary. The author of Breaking the Da Vinci Code,…
As someone who lives in the flight path of Love Field Airport–by which I mean I must have a runway in my driveway–I must admit, I don’t much care about what happens with the Wright Amendment. On the one hand, yeah, the noise is annoying on those rare occasions when…
Last Zac Crain posting of the month; swear. (Fine–none in May either.) I just thought this one merited a mention because of its source–not a hometown blog, but venerable national journalism trade mag Editor & Publisher, which seems tickled by the fact “the former music editor for the alternative weekly…
They sit on shelves behind thin layers of glass: showbiz remnants all waiting to be sold for small fortunes. The movie lover comes unspooled! Why, there’s the Marx Brothers’ signed (in their real names!) contract for their movie Duck Soup, considered the quartet’s best work and one of the greatest…
Like many college students, when 23-year-old Susan Arnold heads to a party with her sorority sisters, she goes straight for the boys. But instead of coming armed with a mini-skirt, ridiculously high heels and a fetching shade of lip gloss, Arnold ends up capturing the attention of the opposite sex…
Lowndes Shingler. John M. Longmeyer. Lou Cioci. Stop me when you’ve heard of one…Bill Van Burkleo. Sonny Utz. Drawing a blank? Of course you are. Join the clueless crowd. Because despite what geeks like Mel Kiper and Gil Brandt and Norm Hitzges and some eighth-grader with a Web site in…
A few days after the city’s April 9 immigration rally, which culminated in half a million people marching downtown, therapist Jane Ledesma was sitting in her car, listening to conservative talk radio for a change. Ledesma, a Latina activist in her mid-50s, wanted to hear what the other side was…
Scarlet letter: Whom do you trust to counsel you for personal problems, a minister or a licensed counselor? How about a pastor who is also a licensed counselor? Sorry, trick question. The right answer is don’t trust anyone. Too bad Peggy Lee Penley wasn’t a member of the Church of…
How to Suck You Blue: Congratulations, you managed to actually vomit words onto a computer. Is your editor as mentally challenged as you are to have allowed this idiocy? (“Brown October,” by Jesse Hughey, April 20). You managed to do a music critique and only mention one song…and only one…
In January, Buzz told you about the Mesquite Police Department’s new policy of labeling seized vehicles with a cautionary, if a bit self-congratulatory, message. That story was about their first drug-dealer booty, a dually pickup complete with hard tonneau cover, but it also mentioned a Navigator due to get the…
Twice a day, I drive past this woman on the Maple Terrace condo model-trailer-thing at Maple Avene and Wolf Street on my way to and from work, and twice a day, I wonder how the ad agency that picked that photo stays afloat. It wasn’t even shot specifically for the…
Last night, David Sedaris told me this story about a crow and a ewe. Then he talked a bit about porn and “fucked-up kids” (two completely separate topics, thanks), his love for the Hotel Aldophus and how organ and marrow donors should be relieved of their tax-paying duties for at…
Jim Schutze would like to make it known that the 1972 Chevy Camaro featured on the poster for the movie The Night of White Pants is for sale. It belongs to his son Will, but he’s got a new ride now–a pick-up “in keeping with his new maturity,” Jim says…
