Right? That whole twelve days thing?

Larry James, who is just short of awesome, pondered back closer to Christmas that Jesus was, in a sense, an illegal immigrant. And pretty sensibly I might add.

And of course, a couple of peeps got a tad defensive.

I was all ready to bust out my Worst of Dallas last week when lo and behold, my computer decides to fritz on me with something about scripts not running and whatever. What ended up was a published posting with no words and months of hard detailed research down the drain.

I had the strangest feeling karma was looking over my shoulder. And then figured I was wrong and decided to go with it anyway in small parts.

This one came to mind after reading the current issue of the Dallas Voice. The Crossroads Market Bookstore is officially closed and it sucks being that it was the only gay bookstore and possibly the last independent store in the city. Sucks, big time. I loved the bookstore side. I used to love the coffeeshop. Here’s why:

Worst Coffeeshop - Crossroads Market

This is somewhat ironic since I gave them a Best of a couple of years ago which was before the changes since that time. The bookstore and coffeeshop split so a new owner was on hand at the shop and he’s simply the worst! Instead of offering a friendly demeanor, Don Sheets’ catty attitude, prissy pretension and eternal grimace does not bode well for the future of that place which has been a mess ever since he started. A remodeling that was less than inspired took way too long and ended with a result of uncomfortable benches that match his unwelcoming customer service. I’m glad he supports local artists with rotating exhibits but cramming walls with works make what could be a cozy atmosphere into a claustrophobic nightmare. It’s a shame because the employees are always nice. And it’s even more of a shame the former bookstore owner, Richard Longstaff (below right) is out of there. He is nothing but courteous and considerate as proven by a long conversation we had after an Ed Oakley campaign soiree. A total Mr. Hyde to Sheets’ Dr. Jeckyll. After being questioned about being a customer by Jeckyll Sheets, I’ve decided to stay away and support a real coffeeshop. Hello, Starbucks.

This popped up a couple of weeks ago in the Voice but I haven’t seen it since:

Worst Insurance Ad - Steven Graves Insurance

From the Cliche School of Advertising

Until next time…

Or rather, I wonder if FB Councilman Tim O’Hare crapped his pants after seeing this special section in today’s Morning News:

I’ve actually requested to be Tazed by my DPD bud whom I have a bet with that the Cowboys would go to the playoffs and win a game as opposed to last year where they, um, didn’t. I had faith in Tony Romo and this season was backing me up until two weeks ago when Philadelphia made me nervous with a strange win over my Boys (thanks for that Jessica Jinxon).

Redskins thump Cowboys to make playoffs

Today, I may be convinced that our chances are waning. Fortunately, said cop whined a couple of weeks ago about the original 20 buck bet down to ten bucks knowing he was going to lose. I let it happen because, well, he has a gun, and well, because, he’s a lot bigger than me and his choke hold is NOT fun. OK, it’s kinda hot but still.

So at least I may have saved me ten bucks. But if the Boys are gonna get spanked the way they did today and continue to play the way they have been for the past three weeks, well, I’d soon suffer a Tazer attack to numb the pain and potential embarrassment of choking the season away.

Cowboys - the Mavs have broken my heart. You too?