A Sharp Dressed Man

Okay, can you "guess" who I'm talkin' about? I have a rather lengthy "rant" surrounding the trials and tribulations of "My Big Fat Freakin' Life" during the past week, but I keep putting off gathering all my rambling thoughts and organizing them into a semi-coherent blog post. I'd much rather scour the Internet, looking for little gems like the one I just found at YouTube.

Now, this is probably "old news" to most of you, but it's the first time for me, and I liked the video so much, I decided to post it here, so I can watch it at my leisure...until YouTube yanks it for some reason. I hate it when that happens.

The creator has titled the video: "Bobby Makes All The Girls Crazy." Sounds about right.


Posted by flowrpowrera.

Happy "Bobby" Thanksgiving!

I'm sitting here, trying to decide what to write, and I realize the card pretty much says it all. So, I'll just wish everyone a happy and safe Thanksgiving, filled with family and friends and tradition and great food. And when all the fanfare of the day has settled and the house is once again quiet, you can spend the remainder of your Thanksgiving watching tapes or DVDs of this hunka-doodle-do detective. Happy Thanksgiving!!

Make a Smilebox scrapbook

Hot And Wild

No, neither term applies to me. Bobby, on the other hand, is another matter entirely. I got this in an email update for my YouTube subscriptions. All I can say is, what a lovely way to start off my Saturday. Thank you, thank you, Jazzy. You always do great work, but I have to say that this is one of my favorites.

Here is Bobby being...well...hot and wild.


You know, I am not...by any stretch of the imagination...a fan of guns. That being said, there is just something about Bobby with a gun in his hand that makes me go all weak in the knees. I don't know. At least he's a cop...he's allowed/supposed to have a gun. Oh, well. As I said, video credits go to jazzylin. So glad to see you're back.

Nicole Wallace: Is She...Or Isn't She?

Dead...I mean. I so want to believe that my dear Bobby is finally rid of that menacing, conniving, dastardly, snake-in-the-grass SPAWN OF SATAN once and for all, but somewhere buried deep in the nether regions of my soul, there remains a "nagging" sensation. It's kind of like the burning, sickening feeling I get in the pit of my stomach at three in the morning after having luncheoned on Skyline Chili...it's not a pleasant sensation.

Anyway, when Rodgers told Bobby that it was Nicole's heart, and he said it wasn't...that if anyone could fake this, it was Nicole...I was right there in his corner cheering him on. I was on his side. Never mind the fact that Declan later confessed to Bobby that he had killed her. As my friend Linda so astutely pointed out...Declan is a crazy old geezer. What's that saying about the "thin line between genius and insanity?" (Yeh, I know that could one day be Bobby, too, but that's way down the road.)

This morning I woke up thinking about this...among other things... and it suddenly dawned on me. Murdoc! Nicole is another Murdoc. He was the pain in the butt nemesis who haunted/taunted Richard Dean Anderson in "MacGyver" from 1987-1991. I mean, he fell off a freakin' mountain and down a mine shaft...to name a couple of things...and still returned to make MacGyver's life a living hell.

So, I'm thinking, what's a little heart ripped out of a chest in comparison to that? Besides the cockroach, I'm quite certain Nicole would survive a nuclear Holocaust...seems about right... cockroach/ Nicole; it's hard to tell the difference. Besides, where's the body?

Bobby Doubts Nicole's Demise Slideshow


MacGyver vs. Murdoc

YouTube vid by MacPhoenix

See what I mean? "A psychopathic killer against a formidable hero." You just wait and see if my Bobby isn't right.