A few weeks ago, we received a tip via the Ogle Mole Network claiming that our old friend Liz “Mean” Dueweke was out as the morning show host at KOMO in Seattle. Shocking, huh?
I really didn’t dig too deep into the rumor because:
a) Liz is in Seattle. Although the Emerald City has grown into Oklahoma City’s biggest rival, I don’t have the resources to cover their media happenings. Hell, I barely have time to do it for Oklahoma City. Did you know that Nick Bender left Channel 9, Naveen Dhaliwal ditched KOCO for New York, and Bree Steffen is out at KFOR??? Who the hell are those people? Exactly.
B) I didn’t want to piss of Liz Dueweke’s strong local fan base. These people still exist, and boy, did they get angry when I’d go (English Major alert) all Holden Caulfield and call out Liz for her being a goddam hot phony like Jane Gallagher. Did you know Liz would also never move her checkers pieces from the back row? At least that’s what Ferris O’Brien told me.
Anyway, it looks like the Ogle Mole Network was correct (again). Liz is out at KOMO, but she’s not leaving Seattle.
The attention whores from Westboro Baptist Church finally stopped by Moore yesterday to protest the hysterical Moore Liquor marquee that celebrated founder Fred Phelps’ death.
The protest went about as well as you could imagine.
Well, it almost did. Although the Westboro idiots didn’t get punched or struck by a big gay rainbow bolt of lightning, the church’s protest was cut short thanks to a counter-protest by a mob of angry Moore residents, tornado victims and the cast from Sons of Anarchy.
It was a pretty cool scene, and the classic battle of bad first amendment rights versus good first amendment rights. You had the church protesters silently holding up their “HEY LOOK AT US” (a.k.a. God Hates Fags) signs and banners, while across the street, divided by a loosely organized wall of police officers and a parade of obnoxious motorcycles and loud diesel trucks, there were counter-protesters screaming, hissing, and tossing inappropriate sign language Westboro’s way. Eventually, some brave counter-protesters who look like they’ve probably been in a bar fight or two tried to cross the road to face the Westboro idiots. Since the Moore police didn’t seem all that interested in stopping them, the Westboro folks scattered into their vans and fled the scene like they got diarrhea from Pickle’s.
As I said, it went about as well as you could imagine.
Channel 5 has a pretty good recap and video, but the third-place news channel in OKC doesn’t allow video embedding on other websites, so screw them and all the pageviews we would have sent their way.
Here are some YouTube clips of all the action instead:
The hook echo of Ogle Madness matches is before us.
(1) Emily Sutton vs. (6) Lacey Swope
In one corner we have Emily Sutton. She’s a two-time Ogle Madness champion, an irresistible severe weather diva that combines sneaky good looks with the bubbly adorable charm of a girl next door. In the other corner we have Lacey Swope – the hot, small town tomboy. She can shoot a gun better than you, ride a 4-wheeler better than you, and make the weather map look a whole lot better than you.
So who will it be? After hiding in Emily’s shadow for the last two years, is Lacey ready to take over the crown of severe weather babe? Or will Emily Sutton show us why she’s Emily Sutton, cast her potent charm spell, and reign supreme for the third year in a row.
Cast your vote and let us know. Polls close tomorrow at 11:59pm.
We have a lot to cover this Monday. The tweets in the OKC area were really at a whole ‘nother level this past week. I’d like to congratulate all of you for stepping up your tweet game. Some people say you should dance like no one is watching. But it’s clear you guys like to tweet like your boss can’t google you. Personally, I’m more the type to eat Taco Bell like my jeans have an elastic waist band. But you know, to each their own. Anyway, let’s get to the tweets!
Hello everyone. It’s Adam, and it’s spring.
Spring brings problems. As Chelsea mentioned earlier in the week, for those of us will allergies, spring isn’t really that celebrated. Every week I receive two shots because of all the lovely pollen.
Also, being the fair-skinned badass that I am, UV rays do me no favors. Actually, we aren’t even on speaking terms. I wear SPF 4000 sunscreen. It’s basically a radiation suit in a bottle. Even with that it’s quite the battle.
My worst nemesis is most likely the wasp, or anything that stings. They return in the spring. I don’t like them. I’ve outrun yellow jackets twice. If you aren’t familiar with these guys, they are fast, small monsters with swords stuck to their backsides, but I’m faster. That time sixth grade Adam took off with the wasps in pursuit would of made Usain Bolt proud. I will not be defeated.
Here are things to do.
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