If Death Threats Did Not Scare Me I'd Go Again To The Scarborough Faire Renaissance Festival

Last weekend, in Waxahachie, the 2013 iteration of the Scarborough Faire Renaissance Festival started up.

Looking at the official website I see "Faire" has been dropped from the name.

I don't know why "Faire" would be dropped from the festival's name. My one and only visit, back in 2002, Scarborough seemed to be both a fair and a festival.

I enjoyed my visit to this Texas oddity. I made a webpage on my Eyes on Texas website chronicling my take on what I experienced at Scarborough Faire.

When I made that webpage I thought it to be a rather positive description of what I'd experienced.

However, my description of what I'd experienced unleashed the biggest firestorm of angry commenting I'd ever unleashed. The firestorm spilled over into a Yahoo forum and other locations I'm not remembering, over a decade later.

There were so many comments I quit putting them on the original page and made a separate page for all the "Feedback" calling that page Scarbo Feedback.

Calling that page Scarbo Feedback caused even more angry feedback, accusing me of being disrespectful with my use of the word "Scarbo" when "Scarby" is the only official accepted nickname for Scarborough.

I had never experienced so much ado over so little ever before. The likes of which I did not again experience til years later when dealing with Fubbo the Hut's irrational idiotic tantrum spewing of too much ado over nothing.

I enjoyed my one and only visit to Scarborough Renaissance Festival. I probably would have made a return visit, but I found the death threats to be a bit intimidating.

This year's Scarborough Renaissance Festival runs every Saturday and Sunday from now until Memorial Day Weekend.

To enter Scarbo, I mean, Scarby, Age 13 and older is considered to be an Adult, with it costing $24 for an Adult admission. Even though Scarby considers a 13 year old to be an Adult, I am fairly certain 13 year olds are not allowed to consume Scarby adult beverages. Age 12 and under is considered to be a Child, with a $10 entry fee.

Looking At The Village Creek Wildflower Area Thinking About Going To Earth Day In Dallas

A lot of people were with me today having a natural, historical walk in Arlington with the Indian Ghosts who haunt the Village Creek Natural Historical Area.

The burst we got, a few days ago, of energizing H2O, via a sky delivery, seems to have jump started the Texas Wildflowers which have been dormant for too long.

As you can see, the designated Village Creek Natural Historical Area's Wildflower Area is showing a little color among the carpet of green foliage.

Speaking of green. This morning I was asked if I wanted to go Fair Park in Dallas on Saturday, April 20, for some sort of Earth Day event. I am awaiting further details before agreeing to go. The plan would be to take the Trinity Railway Express to Dallas, then the DART train to Fair Park.

Sounds like an adventure to me.

Everyone knows I am adventure averse.

Speaking of adventure, this morning I had myself a real fine time swimming in the cool pool. The outer world at my location was heated to some temperature in the 60s by the time the sun arrived to amp up the heating to its current 67 degrees.

Currently clouds are between me and the sun. I had planned on an afternoon swim and doing some poolside lounging to work on my tan in preparation for swimming with the South Padre Island dolphins.

Maybe by the time lunch is done the sun will make an appearance....

The Continuing Trouble With Fubbo The Hut

Yesterday I blogged about my inability to be rid of the entity known as Fubbo the Hut.

Fubbo the Hut has claimed multiple times she does not read my blog, due to Fubbo's claim that what she reads leaves her feeling humiliated and disparaged. There are never ever actual factual details provided as to what is humiliating or disparaging, because such actual factual details do not exist.

Like I said yesterday, one can glean the entire Trouble with Fubbo via reading the post titled I Need A Heavy Duty Lifting Device To Get Fubbo The Hut Off My Blog.

When Fubbo the Hut acts up, my way of dealing with it has been a well administered, well deserved Bitch Slap.

As recently as yesterday Fubbo the Hut was told, "if Fubbo does not want me giving her well deserved Bitch Slaps all she has to do is quit emailing me, quit commenting on my blog, quit commenting about me on other blogs and quit lying about me."

Within minutes of me blogging yesterday about not being able to be rid of Fubbo, Fubbo showed up on my blog stats, reading my blog, which she claims she never reads, due to that humiliating, disparaging thing.

So, what does Fubbo the Hut do after she reads the blog post telling her how to avoid getting Bitch Slapped? She makes the following blog comment....

lulu has left a new comment on your post "Apparently Without Incarceration It Is Impossible To Make Fubbo The Hut Go Away": 

unsubscribe, you had to subscribe to get the newsletter. unsubscribe, easy as that. 

In the above comment Fubbo the Hut is calling herself Lulu, which is the name she goes by on the Internet. I nicknamed Fubbo the Hut, Lulu, way back in the last century, way before Fubbo the Hut seemed a more appropriate nickname.

Repeating the graphic from the top, a screen cap from the email Fubbo the Hut sent me. Please note that the email is sent to "dean." I go by the nickname of "Durango" on the Internet, not the name my mom and dad gave me. I also am never so lazy as not to hit the shift key when a letter needs to be capitalized. Note that in her blog comment Fubbo the Hut, aka, Lulu, is too lazy to do any shift key capitalizing.

Fubbo claims that I subscribed to her flea market newsletter. How likely does that seem? Subscribed as "dean". Even more unlikely.

So, what we actually have here are 3 Fubbo the Hut behaviors she has been told to cease if she wants not to get Bitch Slapped.

First off, it is obvious that Fubbo/Lulu subscribed "dean" to her flea market newsletter, for who knows what neurotic reason.

Second off, Fubbo/Lulu made yet one more comment on my blog.

Third off, in that comment, Fubbo/Lulu once again lied about me.

I tell you, several years ago I wasted way too much time trying to figure out what was wrong with Fubbo the Hut and what made her this way. If I remember right it was via reading the court ordered psychiatric exam I learned Fubbo was a sociopath. I figured out on my own she had Histrionic Narcissistic Disorder, likely exacerbated by Only Child Syndrome. Mix in a psychotropic drug addiction and some other mental mishaps and the whole shebang is just easier to sum up by simply realizing Fubbo the Hut is pretty much a high functioning insane person.

Please note that the above paragraph is the promised Bitch Slap delivered because of Fubbo the Hut engaging in those 3 behaviors she'd been advised to cease.

Today I Saw A Wildflower Blooming On The Tandy Hills & Red Peppers At Town Talk

Today was the first time I've been on the Tandy Hills in well over a week. The last time I was on the Tandy Hills nary a wildflower was seen. Today a few wildflowers were seen, like a few instances of the pink wildflower you see in the picture.

On April 27, three Saturdays hence, the 2013 Prairie Fest takes place on the Tandy Hills.

Wildflowers had better get busy blooming.

That freakish bout of cold temperatures seems to have gone away. Currently, at mid-afternoon, the outer world at my location is being heated to 73.

The sun provided sufficient water heating heat that my cool pool was un-cool enough this morning for a swim long enough that endorphins were induced, possibly induced more from shivering than aerobic stimulation.

Today on the Tandy Hills I had a rare human encounter. A pair of humans. One male, one female. I came upon them as they descended Mount Tandy. They had entered the hills via the View Street playground and were a bit bum puzzled as to how to get back to start. This was the pair's first time on the Tandy Hills. I gave the hikers directions and reassured them that though, on first Tandy Hills exposure, one can get lost, that eventually one always finds ones way back.

After I had enough hill hiking aerobic stimulation I headed to Town Talk for my regular Saturday treasure hunt. Today, among other things, I got 4 huge red peppers for a buck and 10 avocados for a buck.

Spencer Jack's Arizona Croc Shock

Yesterday I mentioned that I may have seen an alligator in the Village Creek Natural Historical Area's Blue Bayou.

Last night an incoming email from Spencer Jack's girlfriend, Brittney, had a subject line of "Spencer Spots An Arizona Croc" along with photographic evidence of the shock Spencer experienced upon spotting the croc.

Spencer Jack and his traveling companions left the Valley of the Sun, and Arizona, yesterday, to return to Washington, where it is highly unlikely Spencer Jack will be shocked by spotting any alligators in the wild.

However, spotting an Arizona type croc in the wild in Washington, that would be totally possible.

Going To The Tacoma Zoo With Ruby, Theo & David

Tonight I found that Blue & Max, my poodle nephews, blogged about Easter at the Tacoma Zoo with David, Theo & Ruby.

In the picture, sitting outside on a beautiful Pacific Northwest Easter day are my niece Ruby, on the left, nephew Theo in the middle, big brother David on the right.

Ruby, Theo and David have yet to meet the person destined to be their favorite uncle.

That destined to be favorite uncle needs to head north soon to have himself some quality nephew/niece time.

I have actually never ever had any quality niece time. Ruby is my first niece. And what a cute little niece Ruby is!

Apparently Without Incarceration It Is Impossible To Make Fubbo The Hut Go Away

It is time to revisit everyone's favorite subject, that being Fubbo the Hut and the Fubbogate Scandal.

Short recap: In December Fubbo the Hut went into irrational lying mode on Facebook after I'd administered a well deserved Bitch Slap to Fubbo on my blog.

In that Bitch Slap I said I'd been trying to rid myself of the creep known as Fubbo the Hut for 4 years, to no avail and was now simply going to accept the fact that there was no getting rid of this pest.

In Fubbo's Facebook ranting she basically mirrored what I'd said about her, flipping it back at me, with a lot of grammar errors and logic lapses, with Fubbo thinking she was good to go with the lying due to Fubbo erroneously thinking she'd blocked me from reading her Facebook vileness.

The Fubbo the Hut Fubbogate Scandal is neatly summed up, with links to all the relevant blog posts, that so upset Fubbo that, even though it made no sense to do so, Fubbo deleted her blog, claiming this to be her latest attempt to stop me from doing the imaginary things she lies about me doing. This summing up is in a blog post titled, I Need A Heavy Duty Lifting Device To Get Fubbo The Hut Off My Blog.

The I Need A Heavy Duty Lifting Device To Get Fubbo The Hut Off My Blog generated some rather amusing comments. As did many of the other posts on this troubling subject, comments from comment makers who were smart enough to see the truth through Fubbo the Hut's lying nonsense.

Now, the reason I am once again mentioning Fubbo the Hut and her creepy weirdness, is during the course of me reacting, in blog posts, to her irrational, lying nonsense, I repeated, multiple times, words to the effect, that if Fubbo does not want me giving her well deserved Bitch Slaps all she has to do is quit emailing me, quit commenting on my blog, quit commenting about me on other blogs and quit lying about me.

To me this seemed simple enough for Fubbo the Hut to understand, just simply go away and be totally gone and I will have no reason say a word about this disturbingly disturbed person.

Well, Fubbo the Hut continues to email me. The above is a screencap of part of the latest email. I added my latest photo of Fubbo the Hut to the email screencap for illustrative purposes.

Why does Fubbo email me notices about her Flea Market? This makes no sense to me. Understanding the logic processes of a sociopath is difficult.

I usually do not open Fubbo the Hut's emails, but this latest one I did.

Why?

Well, several weeks ago I got an email from someone telling me that Fubbo was claiming, via her Flea Market advertisements, that she was making some sort of charity donation of whatever funds were generated via the admission fee charged to enter her fabulous Flea Market. The emailer asked me if I thought Fubbo would actually follow through, or would somehow "accidentally" keep the money.

Well, what with Fubbo the Hut's history with misappropriating funds, I could understand why the emailer was emailing with this particular question. If I remember right, some of the terms of Fubbo's probation or parole or whatever you call it, were that she was not to be in any business where she handled money. And that she was not to be involved, in any way, with elderly people.

Not to be involved with elderly people, and yet one of Fubbo's the Hut's new best friends is my elderly ex-sister.

Very perplexing....

A Village Creek Indian Ghost Walk With A Bluebonnet Snake Or Alligator

With the return of blue sky and a warmer outer world I decided to return to Arlington's Village Creek Natural Historical Area, today, even though I'd walked with the Indian Ghosts yesterday.

As you can see the Village Creek jungle of ultra green foliage has returned. For me, this is the most pleasant time of the year to be outdoors in Texas, particularly in an area with jungle-like foliage.

I think the rapidly growing greenage puts out some sort of negative ion energy into the air that sort of amps up the endorphin inducing feel goodness I get from a good bout of aerobic activity.

In other words, walking with the Indian Ghosts today put me in a very good mood.

That and I saw my first bluebonnet of the year.

Is that not an otherworldly shade of blue? I believe the bluebonnet is either the State Flower or State Wildflower of Texas. Maybe both.

Yesterday I saw a long necked big white bird in the Village Creek Blue Bayou. Today I saw something in the Village Creek Blue Bayou that seemed a bit more sinister than a long necked big white bird.

The critter that was floating along in the Blue Bayou was too distant for me to know, for sure what it was. A big snake? An alligator?

A pair of ducks were swimming towards the sinister critter. When the ducks got within about 15 feet the critter came into their view, with the ducks quickly making a U-turn, then going airborne.

So far I've had myself a real fine time on this first Friday of April, even though I did not attempt going swimming in the cool pool this morning. At pool time the outer world was chilled to only 6 degrees above freezing.

An incoming heat wave, blowing north from the Gulf, should start warming up the cool pool soon, as you can see, via the 7 day forecast, below....

Fort Worth's Mayor Betsy Price & Arlington's Mayor Cluck Think Congress Does Not Want A Water War

Today I learned there is a website "Where lawmakers come to blog" called The Hill's Congress Blog.

I did not know mayors are lawmakers or members of Congress.

Maybe they aren't.

But, for some reason Fort Worth's Mayor Betsy Price and Arlington's Mayor Robert Cluck have joined together to write a blog post titled Congress doesn't want a water war.

Apparently the Supreme Court is about to hear a water rights case in Tarrant Regional Water District v. Herrmann.

Regarding this, the mayors wrote...

With unprecedented peacetime deficits, massively underfunded entitlements, issues of war, peace and national security, Congress’s plate of big issues is full. But another giant helping of trouble may be coming after the high court hears Tarrant Regional Water District v. Herrmann, a case that will determine the future of interstate water rights.

The concerned citizen who emailed me about the Mayors' Blog, this morning, wondered what in the world "massively underfunded entitlements" are. Entitlements like what? Food stamps? Medicare? What entitlements are being massively underfunded? Pre-natal care in Texas? What?

The final paragraph of the Mayors' Blog succinctly sums up the problem...

So here is the problem — and it’s a big one. Water is the West’s single most critical and historically most fought-over resource. If the high court upholds the Tenth Circuit, who will be left to put back together sixty years of compacts? Only Congress. The fights could continue for decades.

The past 24 hours, water, and the Tarrant Regional Water District, have been coming across my radar screen. Yesterday I blogged about an FW Weekly article titled Liquid Power, about the TRWD and the upcoming board member election.

In the Liquid Power article we learn that Jack Stevens was the only current TRWD board member willing to talk to FW Weekly. Apparently Jack Stevens "praised the water district and the board for actively seeking new water supplies, including in Oklahoma and East Texas, and for promoting water conservation techniques."

And then TRWD board member Stevens said, “The Tarrant Regional Water District ought to be given a couple of gold stars for what they’ve done for conservation. The people of Fort Worth have really embraced conservation of water even without having the mandatory water restrictions. We have enough for quite a while, but we need more, and that’s what we’re doing.” 

The people of Fort Worth have embraced water conservation? Is this statement pulled from the same propaganda purveying service that claims things like a new Police & Fire Fighter Training Facility will make Fort Worth the Envy of the Nation. Or that Fort Worth is one of the World's Greatest Cities?

In the past year I have seen multiple water pipeline breaks flooding water into the creek that flows into Fort Worth's Fosdick Lake and into the creeks that flow through the Tandy Hills.

I do not see all that many Fort Worth lawnowners who water their lawns. More often I see lawns turn brown in summer.

With so much alleged TRWD concern about the water supply why has the TRWD sold millions upon millions of gallons of water to Barnett Shale Natural Gas Drillers, who mix the water with chemicals, then shoot it into the shale?

I think one of the many good reasons that the TRWD needs some new board members is those new board members, if they are John Basham, Mary Kelleher, and Timothy Nold, they will push for full transparency, full freedom of information.

If John Basham, Mary Kelleher, and Timothy Nold get elected there is a chance the public may learn for the first time how much water has actually been sold to the gas drillers and how much money has been paid for that water.

If the supply of water in North Texas is so precious why would water be allowed to be wasted by fracking? What if the gas drillers had been told they could not use the fresh water supply for their fracking, that they needed to build a water pipeline to pump water north from the Gulf, to use for fracking?

And now North Texas, courtesy of the TRWD, is taking a Water War all the way to the Supreme Court?

It is all very perplexing....

A SAD Cold Walk With Village Creek Indian Ghosts

I am not liking this return to winter in North Texas.

The outer world was chilled to 47 when I went swimming this morning. Now, a couple hours past noon, we've gotten even closer to freezing, at 45 degrees.

It would be normal to be running the air conditioner at this point in time in the year, but instead I've got my furnace running and logs burning in the fireplace.

The norm in North Texas is for the outer world to be being colorful in April. Instead, only a few wildflowers have managed to bloom.

I tried to cheer myself up from this sudden SAD (Seasonally Affected Disorder) bout by walking with the Indian Ghosts who haunt the Village Creek Natural Historical Area, before doing some more walking at my neighborhood Walmart Supercenter.

The Village Creek Blue Bayou had a long necked big white bird visiting today. From a distance away, so as not to spook the easily spooked long necked big white bird, I zoomed in to take the picture you see above.

This return to seasonally abnormal frigidity likely has the Village Creek turtles confused and traumatized. The last time I saw the Village Creek turtles they were having themselves a really fine time basking under the hot sun.

I don't know if it is the winter weather, the high pollen level or a virus, but something has me sneezing with alarming regularity.

I'd like to fly to some place warmer, but the way I'm feeling, right now, there is no way I feel like getting on an airplane. I hear South Padre Island is warm. And there are dolphins....