You would have to pay me to share a table with a stranger at Denny's.
I'm not sure I've ever seen a cat on a leash nor a cat being a problem for a lawn.
I was with you for a little bit there, baby.
Mrs. Ex-Green #8?
Nancy. Nancy. Nancy.
You would have to pay me to share a table with a stranger at Denny's.
I'm not sure I've ever seen a cat on a leash nor a cat being a problem for a lawn.
I was with you for a little bit there, baby.
Mrs. Ex-Green #8?
Nancy. Nancy. Nancy.
A teenager from North Richland Hills was killed in a traffic accident yesterday in Jack County, but I noticed the services will be held in Bridgeport with burial in Boyd.
On Tuesday, there was a blood bath at the Dallas Morning News as many, many people were fired. It's all about the paper trying to cut costs only to speed up its impending demise quicker than you can say CueCat. Former employees gathered at a website to post condolences and announcements.
One name I recognized was Dan X. McGraw who seemed to write most of the local stories. You can't help but feel sorry for the guy as he wrote on the website:
I didn't want to comment on here yesterday for obvious reason. This has been the worst week of my life, and I haven't quite been able to understand it.
I don't understand the decision that were made. I wrote more than 450 stories and produced 70+ videos in 37 weeks, but it didn't save me from getting RIFed. My less than 40K salary didn't help me either.
Ironically, months before I was laid off, I was told that I was doing exactly what they wanted my position to do. I never heard any negative comments about my work.
I just don't understand.
I was hoping to make a year at the DMN, but I feel two months shy.
I'll miss you all. I wish you all the best.
Sincerely,
Dan X. McGraw
danxmcgraw(at)gmail.com
In the new comic book, "Barack the Barbarian: Quest for the Treasure of Stimuli," published by Devil's Due, the loincloth-clad president battles with a woman of the north who wears glasses and a wolf's fur cape.
Source.
People are standing up and down 51 just to get a view of the funeral procession.
And the air is thick with helicopter noise.
Fox 4 has a live cam from the helicopter here. Edit: Feed ended at 1:59 p.m. when the procession pulled into Springtown.
When Len Wade stepped down from a district court bench last month in Tarrant County, everyone in Fort Worth scrambled to get involved in replacing him. Up until the next election, it's Gov. Perry's call as to who to appoint.
So who does he choose? Thirty-seven year old John P. Chupp, an associate (not partner) in the small Guerrero Law Offices personal injury firm off of Hemphill Street. You google the guy and you get basically nothing. And not that it means anything, but I've never heard of him.
You would think the bench would be awarded to some old time conservative Republican. I'm very confused.
(For you tech boys, go the the firm's website and hover over the links to left and look where they try to take you.)
I'm weird about the way I add movies to my Netflix Queue. I'll see a brief review about a movie, oftentimes an obscure one, that really gets my attention but which I fear I'll never hear about again. So I immediately save it in Netflix even if it won't be available for months. And then, one day, it arrives. By then, I had completely forgotten about it.
So arrived God Grew Tired Of Us. Frankly, I have no idea where I first heard about it. But I popped it in the DVD player yesterday. I'm glad I did.
It's a documentary that follows three boys from Sudan who first fled to Ethopia due to a civil war and then, years later, were forced to make a 1,000 mile journey to a Kenyan refugee camp. Then, in 2001, many of the boys (who are now men) were given the chance to live in the United States with the help of Catholic Charities International.
When one of them asks about America, "Will I go to a river to get drinking water?", you know this is going to get culturally shockingly good.
The documentary's main intention is to call attention to the horrors of Sudan, but it gets you there by following the three men in America. You can't help but almost cry as someone explains a bag of chips to them, as they all gather around a lamp to learn how you turn it off and on, or as the cameras follow them wild eyed into a grocery store and through the produce section.
We moan about so much in our lives. This movie is like a well deserved slap in the face.
And the title? It comes from a moment when one of the men, while in America, reflects about his suffering as he and his family and friends spent years fleeing from violence. "It was so bad," he says. "I thought God grew tired of us."
(Youtube trailer.)