Bobservations

Last Friday Carlos had to be up in Lancaster for a translation and it took the better part of the day. As we were getting closer to home at about 4PM, I told Carlos I had  no idea what to cook for dinner so maybe we could eat at Salud. He agreed and off we went for a nice dinner and some great Coyotes Margaritas.

Cut to Tuesday and Carlos had an appointment in Camden and so off we went to that; but it was quick and we were back home by 11:30AM at which time Carlos said he had no idea what to cook for dinner and maybe we should go out. I said, with incredulity:

“You have six-and-a-half hours to come up with dinner—”

“We went out last week when you said you had no idea what to cook.”

“That was after 4PM. You have lots of time to think of something.”

Cut to dinner … mashed potatoes, sliced avocado and some ground turkey sauteed up and served over the spuds. Abd because over-dramatic is my middle name, I said, with incredulity:

“All this needs is a plastic compartmentalized tray and it’d be what I got served for lunch … IN THE FIFTH GRADE!!!!”

Later on Carlos tried to atone for his sins of culinary slop by suggesting he would make a peach cobbler … for me. I reminded him, with incredulity, that I don’t much care for sweets—though his cobbler is dee-lish—and that he was making the cobbler for himself and he just smiled.

This Tuxedo Says is from January 2021 … Seriously, even a cat knows the difference between a riot and a terror attack. I think he needs to give a TED talk to the GOP.

On July 8, 2025, former NFL sideline reporter Michele Tafoya posted a photo of a note she says she received  from a very kind flight attendant with the comment:

“Thank you to the flight attendant who handed this to me in flight.”

Trouble is Tafoya posted the exact same photo with the note over two years ago.

This is some damned strong thirst for attention.

Apparently you can get anything in the subway, even a nice set of beefy beefcakes.

I invented a new golf ball that will automatically go into the hole if it gets within four inches but … note to self: do not carry them in your back pocket.

They said the Epstein files were on Pamela Jo Bondi’s desk.

Then they said the Epstein files do not exist.

Then they said the Epstein files were written by Obama and Hillary when Epstein died in 2019 while The Felon was president.

And the guy who has sued people for telling “lies” about him over 4,000 times hasn’t filed one lawsuit against those who say …

He’s in the files.

The Felon was accused of hijacking English soccer club Chelsea’s lifting of the 2025 FIFA Club World Cup trophy following its 3–0 victory over France’s Paris Saint-Germain at New Jersey’s MetLife Stadium this past weekend. After presenting the trophy, The Felon stood among the players even after he was asked to step aside.

On Monday, Chelsea marked the win with a celebratory team photo shared to social media  but they chose an image when The Felon wasn’t front and center.

It was like Where’s Waldo but more Where’s That Gelatinous Tub of Flesh Who Can’t Climb Stairs But Stands Among Athletes Like He Is One.

In today's episode of "English is Hard", I ponder how it's possible that "Fat Chance" & "Slim Chance" mean roughly the same thing?

Alvise Rigo is a thirty-year-old  actor and side of beef from Venice, Veneto, Italy though all that matters not: Would You Hit It?