Category Archives: Mr. Boy

Mama, let your babies grow up to be feds

I’ve been telling Mr. Boy to consider becoming an electrician. He could take the college money, buy all his tools new and a new truck. Then, with plenty left-over for most of the price of a nice house in a high-demand neighborhood, he could get out there and make big bucks from the well-educated who are fearful of electricity.

But I’m wrong. Dead wrong. What he needs to do is to become a fed. That’s right a federal employee. Because that is where the big bucks really are, folks, up to twice six figures a year. Likely for doing no more than surfing porn on the Net half the day. And even when a fed is caught violating the law, she still gets a fat bonus.

Grandma was right

Bundle up or you’ll catch your death, grandmother used to say in the winter.

Mr. B. and his cronies prefer smug. And shorts and tee-shirts, whatever the temp. He already has a stuffed sinus and runny nose. Proof, once again, of the stupidity of youth.

Comes now research showing that, yes, indeed, when you get cold you are more receptive to infection by the rhinoviruses that cause the common cold.

“The colder we get, the easier it is for the rhinovirus to trounce us into sniffling, sneezing defeat.” Could be that’s why it’s called a “cold.” Ya think?

Which, nowadays, is mostly a nuisance, unless it morphs into the flu or pneumonia. Whereas, in grandma’s pre-antibiotic days of mainly empirical research, it could lead straight to the death-bed.

Via Instapundit.

Mellow Yellow

Okay, I razzed Mr. B. for being a dope and now it’s my turn. Remember Donovan? The hippy-dippy singer whose 1967 song Mellow Yellow was about getting high off bananas? Somehow, either in the lyrics or just scuttlebutt, word got around that you were supposed to bake the skins. So I did.

As J.D. recalls:  “His ‘Mellow Yellow’ set off a panic among the establishment about kids getting high from smoking bananas. ‘Electrical bananas, gonna be a sudden craze, electrical bananas, gonna be the very next phase.’ The ‘establishment’ was on a continual freak about anybody being able to get high from something” other than alcohol.

Yep. So I baked it and then I scraped some of the baked part off and then I ate it. Awful, really awful. And waited for the buzz to begin. And waited and waited. And waited some more. And I was a senior in college at the time. And really dumb.

Via Mouth of the Brazos.

The spoiled genius at play

Mr. B. often retreats into the “my generation” stance to justify something odd that he wants to do anyhow. Like wearing basketball shorts everywhere on icy winter days.

Tonight I took him for some last-minute shopping and when we exited the store I saw him drop some coins on the sidewalk. Hey, I said, picking them up. Three quarters and three pennies.

He shrugged. Said he dropped them on purpose and didn’t want them back. Said his generation doesn’t like coins, only bills. The spoiled genius at play.

No wonder he got a B in algebra while getting A’s in everything else.

Choppers last at Radio Shack

Stopped off at our local Radio Shack the other day for a radio-controlled “toy” for the almost-15-year-old Mr. Boy who has been busy acing his first-semester high school freshman finals. Just for fun. Radio Shack, alas, is going out of business. The retail empire will be missed hereabouts and certainly in its home base of Fort Worth.

Anyhow, the RC vehicles were consequently marked way down, most at 50 percent off, some more. I got him an RC stunt car for $10. It’ll probably break pretty quick. Most of them do. Still be fun for however long it lasts.

Longer, I’m sure, than one of the twin-rotor choppers so popular the last few years. Until people figured out that, however cool they look, they are expensive to buy, hard to fly and easy to break. Mr. B. and I still have the two Mrs. Charm got us last year. Still in their boxes. Cowards, yep.

Likewise the choppers at Radio Shack, almost the last kind of RC toy still on the local shelves despite markdowns of as much as 70 percent. Which still leaves the price at $30 plus.

Back in the day (in the 1980s, when we never used that expression), my first word-processing laptop for work was a Radio Shack Tandy, complete with rubber ear cups for transmitting back to the newsroom over a land-line phone receiver. Which I once did to my own amazement on an assignment in Pennsylvania. Later I got a better one (larger, flip-up screen) of my own, then called a Notebook. Memories.

Bye, bye Radio Shack. Rest in Peace.

UPDATE:  My RIP link turns out to be a slam on the company by a disgruntled employee. I was fooled by the “eulogy” headline. It’s a long gripe about how tough retail is for the cashier-person, the lowest of the low. I remember it well. It was/is low-paid and exhausting. It’s what high school and college kids often wind up with for jobs, until they find something better. When they vow never to go back.

Mr. Boy’s straight A’s

He still wears shorts in the winter-time, despite the Arctic blast that settled into Central Texas overnight Tuesday. But I now have to concede that it makes a certain sense.

He rides a school bus now, a bus which stops a short distance away on our street. Then, as he says, he spends the rest of the day moving from classroom to classroom, most of them overheated and drowse-inducing. No, public schools still haven’t solved that problem.

And you have to admire him for his straight A’s so far in high school, including the 90 he pulled out of algebra again for the first semester’s second of three cycles. Thankfully he has his mother’s academic work habits instead of mine.

UPDATE:  The 90 turned into an 89. He was angry at himself, another good sign.

Columbus or Indigenous Peoples Day?

Mr. Boy says the scuttlebutt among the new frosh at his high school is that Columbus Day will soon become Indigenous Peoples Day—to commemorate all the natives the dastardly Columbus & Co. killed, either directly or with imported disease.

Or you could take time to read the pre-Politically Correct version (well, 1991, anyhow), which really needs to have an ebook alternative, Little, Brown & Co.! Unless you’re now ashamed at having published it.

If the day does get changed, they should work the Jews in there somewhere. The year Columbus sailed (1492, ocean blue, etc.), his funding sources, Ferdinand and Isabella, kicked the Jews out of Spain. The ones who refused to become Catholics.

Via Instapundit.