- If you haven’t seen the story about the two dudes arrested in downtown Austin for a DWI -- on a horse and a mule -- it has to be seen to be believed.
- The State Theatre will soon be more than a vacant husk on Congress Avenue.
- Maybe this way you can claim you went to Dallas and saw the Super Bowl?
We Are So Not Having a Heatwave [Extra Extra]
Wednesday's Child Is Full of Woe [Extra Extra]
- The Gulf has a concussion from all the recent trauma.
- Who knew The Fantasticks -- the longest-running musical ever -- had a tie to UT?
- The Rice Mob protested the sale of the Rice radio station KTRU during their halftime show at the Rice/University of Houston football game. The gloves are off.
Only Mad Dogs and Fitness Freaks Go Out in the Noonday Sun [Extra Extra]
- Houston just isn’t as pro-bat as Austin is! There’s not one good word about bats in the story about a bat colony that’s taken up residence in a Houston family’s townhome.
- Dallas Police Chief David Brown at a Public Safety Committee Crime Briefing: ladies, cut back on those drinks, lest you be raped.
- This is the wrong kind of Saturday excitement: bank robbery, car chase and suicide.
Nice Projectionist, Strange Projections: the Man Behind the Human Centipede Tattoo [Interview]
We met Dakota Milam outside the Alamo on South Lamar, an hour before he had to go to that night's Rolling Roadshow, where he was setting up for one of his favorite movies, Kevin Bacon's Footloose.
Dakota wore shorts with skate shoes and a sleeveless shirt that showed his tattoos, interspersed down both arms. I was sort of expecting a guy with a beard. Instead, here was this young man with shaved blond hair and a bacon tattoo on his left wrist.
Alamo Projectionist Gets the World's Most Disgusting Tattoo?
Most of us have a biological aversion to feces, so you would think having a tattoo that reminded you of people eating it would be something you'd avoid. But for some reason, Dakota Milam, a projectionist at the Alamo Drafthouse, feels differently.
I Am So Popular: Inking Things Over
I love tattooing names on people, says Hez, down at Southside Tattoo. Then he cuts to the punch line: It means they’ll be back for another, bigger tattoo to cover up the first one.
Three months ago, I detailed here an example of my sometimes astounding stupidity: In June 2006, I got a tattoo the size of Chicago prominently featuring the name of a man I’d married just a month prior. Because I knew he was the one.
Sadly, though, I just didn’t know which one.
Skin + Bones+Tattoos = SXSW Hotness
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