The other day, I heard they were doing a “Total Recall” remake.
Then I heard they were casting Collin Farrell in it and I became
much more interested in it -- but completely disinterested in ever
actually watching it.
The other day, my mom and I went to see “Wrath of the Titans” at
the theater. My mother is an elementary GT teacher with Ector
County ISD and one of the things they’re studying now is Greek
culture and mythology.
The other day a man sought by police held himself inside his
home for many hours before coming out to end in his life in full
view of his relatives, neighbors and other onlookers, and he did it
within range of powerful cameras broadcasting it all to many more
acquaintances and strangers.
The other day, I was arguing with a friend about education and
whether college specifically was any use. “It’s really just the
next bubble,” I said, repeating an argument a mutual friend had
made to me before.
The other day, I got into my head that this week, I’d write a
column about the new federal health care guidelines that would
require employers to cover birth control without any extra fees as
part of plans.
The other day, Alice.com released a
list of the cities that spent the most per order on toilet paper
from December 2010 to December 2011. While we didn’t make it on
that list, we did make it on a related one.
The other day Gov. Rick Perry announced he was dropping out of
the race for the Republican nomination for president, and made
official what had been obvious before: I am not paid for my
The other day, the year began – anew! – and everything old
and constraining dropped off with the falling Times Square Ball,
leaving us feeling unshackled by history for at least a moment
while we decided whether to chain ourselves to the past once more,
or go on with something fresh and unspoiled.
The other day, I got a pain near my mid-lower back like some
awful thing was trying to grab and pull off a handful of
flesh, for what nefarious purpose I fear to speculate even within
the realm of this simile.
The other day I overheard someone talking about the Charlie
Chaplin film, “The Great Dictator,” or more specifically talking
about his speech at the end, which is brilliant
and moving and I can’t do it justice even to quote from it, so
you’re best off watching it.
Last week, President Barack Obama scheduled a speech before a
joint session of Congress on a new jobs plan (I guess because there
aren’t any more new jobs anywhere), and it happened to coincide
with the next GOP debate.
The other day, Jerry Joseph shocked the world outside of Odessa
by stepping into district court and admitting he was in fact,
Guerdwich Montimer, Permian impostor, basketball cheat, national
fraud, sex offender.
It’s cliche, and the title of a song by ’80s glam metal band
Cinderella, to say you don’t know what you got till it’s
gone. Even in the desert, we never realized how
accustomed to getting rain we were, until it stopped coming.
I spend a lot of time putting together these weekly columns. Days, sometimes weeks of walking to and from lunch, kicking rocks down the street. Hours scribbling in various notebooks, then a night getting all of them together and typed into a computer file.
Today president-elect Barack Obama gets to drop the "elect" and become president-proper. Whether he'll make a proper president, no one knows for sure, but everyone except bigots and professional partisans certainly has to be hoping he will, out of self-interest if not patriotism.
When I was in high school, I played a football game at Shotwell Stadium in Abilene. It was a JV match, so very sparsely attended, and other than the fact that it was very cold, and we won, I don't remember much else about the game apart from the halftime.
I've heard it said that the essence of music is to make people enjoy patterns without realizing it. As far as I can tell, this is true. I can't grasp music, whether I hear it, see a sheet of notes or play Guitar Hero. It's beyond me, but I like to listen.
If anything I say here offends you, I wasn't trying to. There are two things you don't talk about over dinner, but if that extended to newspaper columns, I wouldn't have much to write. Religion and politics offend easily, and taken together the problem is even worse. Actually, this is my point, that under no circumstances should we put either at risk by mixing them.
By the time Nov. 4 comes and goes, the 2008 election may prove to be the most popular in American history. Even in Texas where the national races should be safely checked off for the Republicans, there's more excitement than usual.
According to the Rev. Fred Phelps and the Westboro Baptist Church, God hates gays, 9/11 was the result of America's tolerance toward homosexuality, and every dead U.S. soldier is a sign of the Lord's judgment on our depraved national character.
My friend once told me a story of an ant farm of his. For a while they went around digging, eating and digging some more. You know, typical ant stuff. Then they started to die, one after another. Bacteria in the dirt of a closed container - or some such.
If you have a basic cable package, you probably have C-SPAN and C-SPAN2. And you probably watch them about as much as if you didn't own TV. But you should watch them more (and by that I mean "some") because when you complain that "nothing is on," C-SPAN is, and you can learn a lot.
I don’t know if you noticed (or remember), but the other day the OA published its weekly poll on the subject of offshore oil drilling. Something like 87 percent of our respondents were in favor of doing it while just 13 percent were against. Not a surprising result for this area, really.
Another OA writer had a recent column mourning the death of Customer Service. In response, readers offered explanations why we’d reached this sad state where employees are apathetic, have a poor work ethic, are all-around incompetent or some mixture of the above.