I fell asleep with the TV on the other night, so I thought this was only a nightmare I was having. Turns out it's true: If you haven't heard, Twisted Sister really has a Christmas album out to celebrate its 30 years of ... uh, twistedness. A Twisted Christmas was released last month and includes rockin' tunes "Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas," "Deck the Halls" and "O Come All Ye Faithful."
You gotta love Kim Jong-il. He's a hilarious guy, and he probably doesn't even know it. Well, let's hope he doesn't. (Typo Dong missile.)
The North Korean prez gets five kinds of mocked on this fake blog, a collection of instant messages the tyrant has with several other world leaders, including President Bush. When he's not in spats with Saddam ("How can we be an Axis of Evil if we don't cooperate?"), he's battling Bush ("You shut up or I'll send a tornado over there"). And you can always count on Bush for a well-timed typo.
It's good stuff. The blog's real author is a guy named Rain from New York City. Only wish he updated more often (last entry: July 2006), especially given recent events.
Seagoville’s own LaMarcus Aldridge had his first dalliance with NBA burn last night against the hometown Mavericks. The former Longhorn, who was Portland’s second overall pick in last June’s draft, made his debut after missing the Blazers' first six games with a bad case of sportshurt.
Aldridge left our beloved Horns after his sophomore year, cheating us all out of the potentially devastating one-two punch with freshman Kevin Durant. We can at least take solace in the fact that the kid represented well, going for 10 and 8 despite seeing big doses of Dirk Nowitzness. Kind of makes up for all the suck Kenyon Martin has been doling out since he got stupid paid. Dallas hoops stand up!
I'm all for the downtown renaissance, which is why it pains me to say that I'm not too impressed by Clear Ultra Lounge, the new chic and sassy (or wannabe chic and sassy) club in the Davis Building. It opened on Friday.
The Web site said all this stuff about members-only, a classy experience, etc., but when we walked in late Friday the DJ was bumping "Grillz" (a very sports-bar song for a swanky lounge crowd -- at least give us the new Jay-Z!), and the place smelled like wet paint. Plus there were drink stains on some of the VIP lounge furniture.
Now, this was only opening night, so hopefully it gets better as time goes on.
Which brings me to my question: How many ultra-lounges can this city handle?
News of Jack Palance's death brought up all those City Slickers-one-armed-pushup references. But my lingering memory of him is from Batman, when he clutches Jack Nicholson and says, "You [shhheahhhhh heavy-breathing noise] are my number oneeee [shhheahhhhh heavy-breathing noise] guy."
We've all seen the spectacular rise of Tony Romo's career, but it seems his personal life seeing a big change, as well.
Remember reading Lesley's story, "Huddle up with Tony Romo," in which the newest Cowboy sensation said he's always been a Jessica Simpson fan?
Well, I heard this morning on 99.5 The Wolf that Jessica had her people call Tony's people, and the two have already gone out on a date. I am now taking bets on how long it'll be before MTV moves in with a reality show.
So the much-hyped trailer for The Simpsons Movie finally debuted last night. And it was fairly funny, in a CGI-spoofing kind of way. But the meat of it looked like any other episode. Which leads to several questions:
Will the movie turn out to be the equivalent of three episodes strung together?
Will it be as wildly successful as The Powerpuff Girls Movie?
Will Groundskeeper Willie become the star he deserves to be?
Will Lenny and Carl finally give in to their urges?
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