THE TEXAS SCRIBBLER

When I was young, the answer was unambiguously yes. And, indeed, in terms of future employment, as recorded here, with one you have been much more likely to be employed and remain so since 1992. Leaving aside how long it took you to recoup the money spent on getting one in the first place.
Now, ideally, [...]

Let’s see, I plan to make stuffed salmon tonight for me, Mrs. Charm and her mother, who is descending from Fort Worth this afternoon to stay with Mr. Boy for the weekend. This being Thursday, he gets his favorite macaroni and cheese. For grandma I still have to change the bedsheets and tidy up the [...]

Of all the B&B’s in the Hill Country, Gasthaus Meyer is the only one I’m aware of that began as a stagecoach stop more than a hundred years ago. Today it’s a collection of buildings, most old, but a few new, backed up to Cypress Creek in the historic little town of Comfort. Mrs. Charm [...]

With Microsoft, that terrible monopoly according to the Starbucks crowd, there’s always a solution. With Apple, there’s always a roadblock.
Trying to move Mrs Charms’ iTunes files from the old computer to the new one requires a free utility called iTunes Export. So far so good. Which leads me to its compressed download which leads me [...]

It’s not just because of the name’s congruence with a certain brand of female hygiene product. The real joke is that it hasn’t got the features of a 10-year-old, ebook reader bought on eBay for $60. Which doesn’t surprise me. Apple has always been about style and buzz, not about features.
When Mrs. C. got her [...]

“…the most basic human right, the right to bargain in a free marketplace.”
–from The Moon Is A Harsh Mistress by Robert A. Heinlein
Mrs. Charm insists that we’ll still keep our health insurance under Obamacare. But it’s becoming obvious that is not the plan. The Dems want us all to report to FEMA, or its equivalent, [...]

Whew. The six experiments for Mr. B.’s school science project took four hours. Not counting an hour’s worth of breaks, one of them a trip to the grocery for more supplies.
I hesitate to explain the thing until it’s turned in later this month and the grade is given. Who knows whether the competition might pass [...]

Mr. B.’s big item for his and Mrs. Charm’s secular Christmas celebration was Guitar Hero. When he’s older he may find the Afghanistan and Iraq campaigns more enlightening. Fortunately there’ll be more available than the usual anti-American, anti-war movies that Hollyweird churns out:
Video "game makers aren’t afraid to put players in situations where U.S. soldiers [...]

Mrs. C. returned from her weekend trip to Houston Sunday evening safe and sound and with a funny tale. It was about what kids in her friend’s neighborhood were wearing while romping in the rare inch or so of wet snow: plastic shopping bags over their shoes and ankles held on with rubber bands. She [...]

Mrs. C. returned from her weekend trip to Houston Sunday evening safe and sound and with a funny tale. It was about what kids in her friend’s neighborhood were wearing while romping in the rare inch or so of wet snow: plastic shopping bags over their shoes and ankles held on with rubber bands. She [...]