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Well, Let Me Say This About That is an interesting twist on current events, as told by Dallas’ finest and funniest Craig McCartney.

Well, Let Me Say This About That
I’m Still Here

All the answers to life’s riddles can be found in the movies. I approach movie theaters as if they were churches—places where truth, beauty and magic can all be found for the price of admission and a bit of suspended disbelief. And thanks to DVDs, DVR and TCM, we can…

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Alabama (Again)

Have you seen those irritating commercials for that home décor website in which ordinary people order some stuff online, get very pleased with themselves and then do a mic drop with their cellphones? They then proceed to do their happy dance (badly), and all I can think is that they…

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Paying Attention Pays Off

I never wanted to live inside a Dickens novel. Who would want to wake up in the world of Oliver Twist? Or Pip, Estella and Miss Havisham, for that matter? (Especially Miss Havisham.) But we’re not likely to look around and find any of these characters at Starbucks. It’s more…

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Chicken, Anyone?

If you’ve seen Mommie Dearest (and, really, who hasn’t?), you’ve been exposed to the indelible image of Faye Dunaway as Joan Crawford taking the gardening shears to her rose bushes while muttering “box office poison” with every gasp of air. But Joan wasn’t the only one on that infamous 1938…

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Shocked, Shocked

Inserting movie lines into regular conversation, particularly with my husband, is one of my guilty pleasures. Why come up with a good line of your own when the best of Hollywood screenwriting is there for you to plagiarize? Karl knows by now that any attempt he makes to call me…

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Less Politics, More Beefcake

Well, it finally happened. I hit the wall. For almost 30 years, I have gotten dressed while listening to the news. But not this week. When I was in college, I would play records while doing the hair and the maquillage. Maybe a little Billy Joel or Phoebe Snow, maybe…

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Russophobia

From about age eight or nine until I was old enough to drive, many Saturdays would find me in downtown Tyler at one of the three movie theaters. Mother would drop me off, sometimes alone and sometimes with a friend, but with absolutely no fear that I would be abducted.…

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