Category Archives: Mr. Boy

Artzi

Posted on May 13, 2011 | Comments Off on Artzi

Artzi, the Israeli parks authority guy. Er, an ibex, actually. Snoop tracked down a stuffed one for Mr. B., who at eleven years old has one foot in adulthood, but the other still in stuffed-animal-collecting childhood.

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Waiting for the AC guy

Posted on April 22, 2011 | Comments Off on Waiting for the AC guy

All the windows are open and the ceiling fans chucking around. Got heavy objects on the loose papers in the study to keep them in place. Fortunately it’s only in the upper 80s lower 90s and there’s a nice breeze. Regular old-timer Texas (pre-AC) feel to the day so far.

Part of the sheet rock ceiling in the garage fell in last night, bombarding Mrs. C.’s car. No damage to the car, fortunately. She and Mr. B. left an hour ago on their planned Houston weekend. The AC core coil unit’s evaporation pan (above the sheet rock) apparently is rusted through and leaking pretty bad. Soaked the sheet rock real good.

The AC guy, who is busy these days of unexpected April heat, says he can clean the pan of rust and spread epoxy across it. If that doesn’t work, it’ll be time to replace the core coil unit, pan and all. Several thousand bucks, for sure. So, natch, I’m going with the stop gap. But I’ll wait until it’s all  settled before I fix the ceiling.

Nice thing about the ceiling collapse is that when/if (probably, according to a Google search) the leak resumes, it will do so into the garage so we’ll know it’s happening and not be surprised again.

Meanwhile, it’s a balmy Texas spring day here at the rancho. Sans AC. I’ll just pretend it’s the 1940s. Wonder how the Berlin Airlift is going? Have to wait for the radio news to find out.

UPDATE:  The bozo never showed up. Finally got an estimate from him this Saturday morning. Less than I thought, just $1,275. Feeling vindictive, however, I went with an outfit that installs the brand, even though they want $300 more and can’t do it until Monday.

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The value (alleged) of video games

Posted on April 10, 2011 | Comments Off on The value (alleged) of video games

It seems there was this Norwegian kid, see, who met this moose. And the kid had to save his little sister, see.

So (what else) he called on his intimate knowledge of World of Warcraft. And the rest is history. Cultural history. Sort of.

Too bad Mr. B. only plays Grepolis.

Via Dustbury.

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Omri Casspi

Posted on March 25, 2011 | Comments Off on Omri Casspi

Mr. Boy always has liked the Sacramento Kings, however woeful their record—hey, when you’re a Rangers fan you learn all you need to know about defeat.

But he now has a brand new reason: Omri Casspi, a second-year forward and the first Israeli player in the NBA—with a growing fan base, too, which I hope won’t ever have to do battle with the anti-Israel left.

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Leaving on a jet plane

Posted on March 24, 2011 | Comments Off on Leaving on a jet plane

Takeoff is at roughly 6:30 this morning for the first (three-hour) leg of my thirteen-hour flight to Israel. I’m looking forward to the visit, despite the ongoing onslaught of rockets, mortars and deadly bus bombs from Israel’s alleged “peace partners” of the pathetic “peace process.”

But I’m not a good air traveler. I plan to sleep most of the way or keep my nose in the Kindle until the battery gives out. Then, if the electric plug at the seat doesn’t work for a recharge, I’ll switch to a paperback.

For once I may take interior photos of the aircraft, assuming that’s allowed anymore. I’ll find out. Fortunately, it will not be the usual cattle car, or aluminum cigar, I’m used to, but a wide-body Boeing 777-200. It seats nine abreast in economy with two aisles.

Still a two-holer, however, which seems awfully bold for such a long flight over an ocean. The first time I flew east over the Atlantic (or any ocean for that matter) was in 1950 when I was six years old. The aircraft was a four-engine Air Force C-54 Skymaster, with my pilot father on the flight deck. The second time was in 1961 aboard a Boeing 707 commercial jet, but it also had four engines.

So I’ll try to keep my mind on other things beside those two big kerosene burners out there, only one on each of the 777’s slender wings. Until I get to Tel Aviv and meet my good pen friend Snoopy-the-Goon in the arrivals hall.

I’ll do customs in English, so there’s no slipups. Then I ‘ll try out my new Hebrew language pronunciation on Snoopy and live with his groans and make the necessary corrections. I’ll email Mr. B. and Mrs. C. so they know all is okay. Who knows? I may even post a few things here at the Scribbler from Yerushalayim, Masada, or the Golan, when I have a minute. Certrainly will as the week goes on.

Otherwise, I’ll be taking a break here (except for reprising some oldies but goodies) until early April when I return to what Gen. Robert E. Lee once called the Paradise of the Texans. Have a nice spring. Hope the wildflowers are abundant where you are. Shalom and adios.

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Wolf Mountain Scout Ranch

Posted on March 5, 2011 | Comments Off on Wolf Mountain Scout Ranch

Drove Mr. Boy and two other Boy Scout pals out to Wolf Mountain last night for Troop 511’s participation in the annual district Camporee. They played word games most of the way out there where the forecast is for rain this morning.

Weather service shows it hasn’t rained there yet. They sure need it. The dust was incredible, billowing up from the cars snaking along the dirt trail into the ranch.

Then I got a $100 speeding ticket going home, for doing 76 in a 65. “Some kind of emergency?” the DPS trooper asked. “Uh, no sir.” I’ll go back early Sunday morning to pick them up—and watch the speedometer all the way.

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Adios, Mee-fell

Posted on February 16, 2011 | Comments Off on Adios, Mee-fell

CaptureDear, old friend, journalist Michele Kay Schultz, 66, Mrs. C.’s best friend, whom the toddler Mr. B. always called mee-fell, passed away this morning after a long illness.

She was aptly called a “five-foot fireball” by journalism and political friends in her several obits. The angels will care for her now.

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