OK, if I had it to do over again, I might not have made that crack about Whiney McKnuck (my secret nickname for my Critics Camp nemesis). It’s just that she was fawning all over a certain Big Name Critic from a New York paper. “I just looooove your work,”…
It’s only the first day of Dallas Cowboys training camp here in Oxnard, California, but at least one major player is already in mid-season form. Long-time WFAA-Channel 8 sports anchor Dale Hansen got Day 1 off to a rousing start, purposely directing football-specific questions to owner Jerry Jones and away…
If you read The Dallas Morning News this morning, you maybe got the impression the state of Texas just gave Dallas County a big old pat on the back for the fine way it has been managing its Homeland Security money. But the actual state audit that just came out…
Admit it, Carl Monday is your new hero. Cutthroat investigative journalism at its finest, right? (You know, it’s really too bad we don’t have cameras on us as we’re reporting stories. We are so like that.) Well, Monday went back for more after Mike Cooper, famous for the “mono log”…
I’m not saying the prospect of being on a reality show isn’t a little bit tempting, but there are limits. Wanna be one of seven strangers picked to live in a house? Fine. You’ll probably get all kinds of ass courtesy of MTV for the rest of your life. Wanna…
Want to know what your daily newspaper will look like in the future? You’re looking at it, sort of. It’s your computer screen. Well, duh, you say. Haven’t we known that for at least 10 or 15 years? Yes, we have, smartypants, but Belo Corp.’s earnings report for the second…
Friday: College kids would be wise to haul ass to Denton tonight, where DJ extraordinaire Diplo and Brazilian electro-popsters Cansei de Ser Sexy touch down at Hailey’s, while jangly, out-of-town indie combo the Minders and the Kingdom play at Rubber Gloves just a few blocks away. Closer to home, this…
As we reported here, people made homeless by Hurricanes Katrina and Rita had faced looming deadlines to return paperwork necessary to keep getting rental assistance from the Federal Emergency Management Agency. We say “had,” because FEMA has now extended the deadlines for tens of thousands of households counting on government…
I have such fond memories of Girl Scout Camp. S’mores, songs around the campfire, ghost stories told in creaky bunks. Good times. Now I am at Theater Critics Camp in Connecticut, a two-week indoctrination into a cult that worships the three S’s: Shaw, Shakespeare and Sondheim. Did you see that…
If, as expected, the iron hand of the U.S. Justice Department forces the beleaguered Dallas County jail to revamp how it administers medical care to its most troubled inmates, it won’t come a moment too soon. In just the last two weeks, three inmates have passed away while wards of…
Remember back when Jim Schutze reported on Behrouz Nahidmobarekeh? No? Don’t recall the story of a man that not only dried, grated and sprinkled his own feces on pastries at Fiesta, but smeared the non-dried variety on book spines at the Dallas Library? I’ll wait for your “Oh, riiiight, that…
Dallas Cowboys training camp hasn’t officially begun, and starting free safety Keith Davis is already drawing flags. But these aren’t yellow for leaping offside but red for lying. The skepticism you had at initially hearing Davis’ tale of being shot on Interstate 635 in the early morning of July 16…
The Rangers couldn’t have picked a worse time for their worst flop of the year. Big series against the New York Yankees. Big attendance. Big media attention. Uh-oh. Climaxed by last night’s excruciating 8-7 loss to the Bronx Bombers, the Rangers were swept. And now, thanks to the Cowboys officially…
I was always very good about playing well with others. Until I was 35. After that, my give-a-shitter about group dynamics plumb gave out. Here at Theater Critics Camp in New England, I’m reminded of the saying from Sartre: Hell is other people. Amend that: Hell is other people who…
Don’t know how the local media missed this one–perhaps they were too busy blogging about Oxnard’s night life-—but Terrell Owens is guaranteeing a Super Bowl for your Dallas Cowboys. Not this year necessarily, but sometime in the next three years. He said so in a sit-down with KXAS-Channel 5’s Newy…
The Creative Arts Theatre & School is warming up a chestnut with The Emperor’s Invisible Clothes, a lighthearted take on the Hans Christian Andersen tale of an emperor conned by swindlers into buying a nonexistent suit of clothes that are “invisible” only to the stupid. It’s a nice cautionary tale…
� Danny Moloshok/Blue Pixel for MBP 2006 If we wanted our rock stars to be boring, Patrice, we’d listen to Radiohead. Last night’s Rock Star: Supernova was a lesson in feisty dialogue with co-host Dave Navarro. The guy was definitely showing some post-break-up angst when he exchanged his usual sticky-sweet…
Back in the late 1980s, I wrote magazine stories about crimes, murders mostly. Grisly murders where one spouse kills another in a way that leaves scorch marks on the garage floor or bloodstains splashed across the kitchen ceiling. I sometimes interviewed the accused, giving me access to county and state…
Today did not dawn pretty for you traditionalists. That is, if there are any of you left. First, Fort Worth’s tradition-saturated Colonial golf tournament has sold out and partnered with something called the Crowne Plaza Hotels and Resort, rendering the grand ol’ golfing get-together as faceless and bland as any…
Many of the folks who washed up in Reunion Arena after Hurricane Katrina could wind up displaced again. Hurricane Katrina displaced them once, now a failure to send in the proper paperwork could force thousands of evacuee families living in Texas to move again. Federal Emergency Management Agency officials said…
Just looking at a screenshot of Luxor makes us want to play it. If games like Grand Theft Auto are the gansta rap of videogame genres and Quake the death metal, then Luxor would fit, ahem, squarely in the niche for adult contemporary music–polite, nonviolent, familiar and comforting. Sorta like…
No one has ever accused us of having good taste. Literally. No one. Not ever. Still, even we know some things don’t mix. Tan shoes and navy blue slacks. White wine and five-alarm chili. Executions and fun guess-the-celebrity games. That last one comes from the Texas Moratorium Network, a statewide…
