PSA

Always! Always secure your penguin.

#1 took me for a walk yesterday.  He forgot the leash, but I was well-behaved.  He also forgot his 3 iron, aka The Goose Mitigator.

I’m a little late on this one, but someone thought it was a good idea to send some rich women into space for 11 minutes.  Olivia Munn called it “gluttonous”.  I’ve always liked Olivia Munn. Emily Ratajkowski panned it as well. According to experts, there was a possibility that some of the fillers on Dracula’s bride Lauren Sanchez shifted around. 

Kristi Noem got her purse snatched recently. She had $3k in cash, which she needed because she had a lead on a sweet 1989 Ford Taurus she plans to enter in the newly instituted annual TSA Demolition Derby.

This is a golden opportunity.  I plan to head up a consortium to start negotiations.

In celeb news, mistakes were made.

Peter, Peter, bullshit tweeter.

I’m on my way to Starbucks for an Iced Lavender Cream Oatmilk Matcha, so I’ll close with some good news.

Social Whirlwind

One of my bugaboos is that my wife doesn’t plan enough social activities for us. I knew she was a wallflower when I married her, but she is starting to come out of her shell. This week we have a harmonic convergence of bonhomie.

Thursday night we had dinner at #1’s house along with TCG, Katie and the Belgians.  The purported purpose was to discuss our upcoming France trip, but who needs a reason to get a free meal off of #1, an excellent cook. #2 was supposed to be there as well but we got the bad news that he had been in a car accident on his way to the event.  His car was totaled, and he had to go to the ER to get checked out, but he was fine and attended our next soiree, which was yesterday.

That get-together was at a Hawaiian restaurant in San Carlos, Noelani's Island Grill. It was a surprise retirement party for Janet, the Hotelier’s wife. The chow was good, and the surprise part came off well. My wife had coordinated getting poems and remarks from a wide array of folks along with their favorite pictures to put in a Shutterfly book.  Many read their entries while Janet sat on a wicker throne. My line about her getting fired rather than retiring caused a laugh riot.  You can’t keep a blog going for 19 years unless you can launch a funny every couple months.

The retirement party dovetailed well with tonight’s event, a baby shower for the Hotelier and Janet’s daughter. A lot of their family flew in for the twofer. My wife, daughter and Charlie have been working away on victuals, flowers and decorations for it, along with some fun games. I’m not sure if the theme has been announced so I won’t give it away here.  The best part of having it at my house at my house is I can periodically take ten alone in my bedroom, because people are so drawn to me that it is sometimes too much.

Tomorrow is Easter Sunday.  It is also Greek Easter, although the two do not always coincide.  We’ve been invited for the occasion to TCG and Katie’s FC home, where his older son, a BBQ master, resides. A few times previously in the blog I had referred to Greek Easter as Greaster, but I am now officially retiring that one.

I Got Nudged

JB and #1 recently reminded me that I’ve been a slacker vis-à-vis the blog. I’m just grateful that somebody wants to read this stuff.

Per the latest news, it looks like we’ve been liberated from Liberation Day.  In one of the headlines I saw with today’s coffee, Trump was crowing that he knew what he was doing. Then I grab lunch and see he has paused all but the Jina tariffs. Does that make you feel like he possibly doesn’t know what he’s doing? He said he did it because people were getting “yippy” and “afraid”.  I always get yippy when 10% of my net worth goes down the shitter. I also saw that putz Lutnick was trying to take credit for the pause, after he enthusiastically helped Trump roll the tariffs out. 

I’m sure Peter Navarro is disappointed about the pause, but at least it will make Elon happy, which is important to me.  Those two have been going at each other lately.  Musk called Navarro a moron and “Peter Retarrdo”. Elon is such an empath. Press Secretary Karoline Leavitt chimed in from Fantasy Island on the brouhaha, stating “Boys will be boys, and we will let their public sparring continue, and you guys should all be very grateful that we have the most transparent administration in history.” Lastly, I must have missed this, but Peter Navarro had cited a Harvard economist named Ron Vara back in 2019. It turns out this fictive figure was an anagram of his name.

It looks like a few Republicans, like Rand Paul, are making a peep and not marching completely in lockstep with Trump. My fervent hope is that this whisper will become a scream before the end of the year.  I can dream. It was also nice to see Megyn Kelly ripping ICE Barbie, seen here aiming at a colleague’s head.

Well, that is entirely enough politics, isn’t it.  I’m sure you’d rather hear about my most recent restaurant meal.  Or the NCAA finals.  So who’s the big dog? DJ’s the big dog, taking the Yahoo tourney with 161 points.  I predicted the Florida vs. Houston final and the FL victory.  Few people know what a huge Gator fan I am.  I’ll be one until I choose the winner in next year’s tourney. Even more rewarding, for both The Wolv and I, was seeing Duke get punched in the throat in the Final Four. Tricky Dick’s law school alma mater folded like a cheap suit.

So, what else is up in the life and times of DJ? I’m keeping up my active senior lifestyle with my daily walk.  I was out last week when the rain started coming down, but fortunately I was by the bathrooms at Gull Park, so I took shelter there. I generally don’t lurk by men’s rooms, but I had just done my hair.

This weekend we flew up to Portland to see the girl.  We had great weather on Friday and Saturday. We saw a lot of hoops and were treated to dinner at Serrato.  This is the same place we had a pre-wedding family dinner in June which my wife had to miss because of COVID.  I rubbed that in relentlessly.  On Sunday we did a Pinot tasting at Rex Hill. I also discussed music my daughter, admitting I liked some Chappell Roan and Ariana Grande stuff. After the Wolv reads this, he’ll hate me as well as Duke. I did tell her I didn’t get Sabrina Carpenter. As best I can see, she comes out in her underwear and whispers into the mic.  Maybe I should try that.