Category Archives: Scribbles

Where have you gone, Magill?

"Her name was McGill and she called herself Lil
But everyone knew her as Nancy…"

Not my Magill, who isn’t from "the black mountain hills of Dakota," either. And, as far as I know, never knew Rocky Raccoon. But she does seem to have disappeared in recent years, possibly having to do with some heart surgery she had a few years ago. Where have you gone, Magill? Get in touch, okay?

Good sports analysis

The daily’s good sportswriters, Kirk Bohls, Cedric Golden, Suzanne Halliburton and Alan Trubow are the icing on the cake after a satisfying Texas win. Even when the Longhorns lose, KB, CG, SH, and AT are there to explain why. Around the rancho, they complement the good game announcing/commentary of KVET-FM ("The Genuine Austin Original") and their Longhorn Radio Network. Thanks, guys, we wouldn’t enjoy it half as much without you.

A double Darwin!

More improvements in the shallow end of the gene pool, in the 2008 Darwin Awards. Heh.

Weeping Sponge

Mr. Boy certainly got Viacom’s message on Time-Warner’s threat to remove SpongeBob and some of Mr. B.’s other favorites from TW’s cable (our primary local provider). We do appreciate his little lesson in cutthroat capitalism and also the temporary agreement forestalling the Sponge’s demise. But he and we wonder why Viacom really needs an extra four dollars per cable customer from TW to keep providing the Sponge and his pals? Must be all that debt Viacom is carrying. But TW has its share.

Apollo VIII

“In the beginning God created the heavens and the earth.”

Instapundit remembers hearing it on Armed Forces Radio as a teenager in Germany. I was twenty-four in 1968 when it was broadcast from the moon. I was duty officer that Christmas Eve night at squadron headquarters of the Sixth Armored Cavalry Regiment at Fort Meade, MD. The duty NCO and I were transfixed.

Kwanzaa: not what you think

I remember the annoying stories in the early oughts about this made-up holiday of multicultural nonsense mainly celebrated by white liberals. Fortunately I never had to write one. Little did I know that the phony-balony ethnocentric (read "black racist") looney-toons was even phonier and balonier than I realized. For instance, Kwanzaa’s "seven principals." They just happen to match the names of the seven heads of the Symbionese Liberation Army’s symbolic cobra. Luckily, Ann Coulter has finally set me straight. Yes, that Ann Coulter.

$1.35 gas

You’ve got to journey deep into far South Austin, around Congress Avenue and Slaughter Lane, to find it that low. (It’s a few pennies higher up here in the Northwest.) But these are prices even Santa would love. Assuming the reindeer run on unleaded. Doesn’t everything?