Category Archives: Texana

Lake Travis plunge

Having sold the family sloop, we no longer pay much attention to the ups and downs of the reservoir called Lake Travis. It has been quite low in previous droughts, but seems to be trying to set a new record in the ongoing one. It is now at six hundred and fifty-five feet below above mean sea level, which is roughly twenty-six feet below normal. Worse, it is forecast to continue its plunge to around six hundred and twenty feet. 

Nevertheless, in the interest of soothing hysterics who worry about the droughts of global warming (though it is the potential rising of sea water rather than the falling of lake surfaces that has them upset), this has happened before, and quickly (say, within thirty days) has come back to this. So, in other words, unless you own a lakeside home (which is now a gully-side home) there’s almost certainly nothing to worry about. What goes down has, historically, come right back up.

Topaz hunting

Topaz is the state gemstone of Texas. And hunting for topaz, on a Mason County ranch famous for it, is to be the star attraction of the late February campout of Mr. B.’s cub scout pack. He always sleeps well on these deals. Mrs. Charm and I do not, but the topaz hunt should help enliven our spirits. Especially if we find some. There will be, also, the charms of Mason County, to savor. All in all, we’re looking forward to it.

Renee’s crush

Like a lot of people, I was smitten by Texan Renee Zellweger the first time I saw her. (And by one of the Zellweger look-alike moms I subsequently saw at one of Mr. B.’s first little league games.) But I knew the Hollyweird Renee was a few tortillas shy of an enchillada even before she married (and quickly divorced) that Hat Act Chesney–I wonder, did he take that stupid-looking black straw hat off in bed? Probably not.

So I was prepared for Renee’s latest big snoozer: her crush on that worm of a one-term ex-president Jimmy Carter. But, for me, the real news comes from Ace of Spades: the poor creature has turned over her bank account to Scientology. She’s another believer in Xenu’s imprisonment of sinful souls in volcanoes–one of the least toxic idiocies of the fraud. Don’t tell Jimmy, Renee. Southern Baptists (as you should know, having grown up in their midst) ain’t fond of that malarky. But me? Well, I’ve already got two former Infantry OCS buds who believe in UFOs, though only one of them asserts that the UFOs are actually running everything. So good luck, Renee. You’re going to need it.

Tax cheatin’ like the Dems do

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Alas, Rancho Roly Poly is just a few miles south of U.S. Rep. John Carter’s 31st District. It would be so cool to be represented by the author of the Rangel Rule, which won’t pass but if it did, we’d all get to cheat on our taxes like New York Dem Charlie Rangel (not to mention Barry’s appointees Tom Daschle and Tim Geithner). Nice try, John. Keep up the meaningful work.

Via Doug Ross @ Journal.

UPDATE:  Then Carter tried the direct approach, asking the House to vote on forcing Rangel to step down from his, wait for it, tax-writing committee. Got that? He writes taxes for us. He just doesn’t pay them.

The drought continues

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Here in Central Texas, anyhow. Severe to moderate. Yesterday’s drizzle, meanwhile, preceded a deep cold front. We’re back in the icebox.

Bush family eschews theft

Bad Bill and the Hildusa (name coined by Iowahawk in his Obamacles epic) walked off with anything that wasn’t nailed down. It’s a wonder they didn’t steal the Lincoln bedroom after renting it out for eight years. By contrast, W. and Laura only took home what belonged to them. How quaint.

Rain at last

Just a light drizzle. Not enough to even nudge the drought. But it should take some of the ash juniper pollen out of the air–which will help diminish my "cedar fever" allergy.