Tuesday, June 28, 2005
After a long day of being carried by palanquin from Barcelona to Nice, Dan and I decided to sit down for dinner and drinks at a fine establishment called Le Pizza. With our slaves having not carried us quickly enough, we arrived at the restaurant a little later than anticipated, and immediately after having been seated, we placed our drink orders. A bottle of the house red for myself and a bottle of beer for the Head Blogger. Now Dan and I like to travel in style, so for this occasion I was wearing my canary yellow polo shirt while Dan was sporting a light blue Lacoste shirt (see Blog on the Run: Barcelona for a better idea of our social standing). Upon receiving the bottle of red wine, our garcon proceeded to open it (something he should probably be pretty good at as a waiter in the South of France) and spray it onto my shirt and Dan's pants. This of course was unacceptable (and he would later join our traveling caravan...but not before something else happened).
After Dan and I had suitably cooled off from the wine fiasco, Dan was ripping off a piece of bread for himself (why he did not enlist help for this task I will never know...did I fail him as an assistant? Which I still was at this time...) when his hand went flying, knocking his entire glass of beer all over the table, the floor, and the two of us, while also manging to shatter the salt and pepper shakers and attract the attention of every other person in the restaurant. Naturally Dan considered it to be the funniest moment of the trip, but his smile was quickly wiped off his face, like so much excess garlic from a bite of broccoli rabe. The waiter heard the commotion, and after assessing the situation, proceeded to rip the alligator off of Dan's shirt and tell him that he was unfit to wear that great symbol of French national snootiness.
Since that time Dan has received an alarming number of charitable donations in the form of 1 and 2 euro coins...you figure it out.
While this may be my first official post on Not About Delino Deshields, I cut my blogging teeth over at Not About Marquis Grissom (marquisgrissom.blogspot.com), another fantastic blog that serves as a sort of minor league system for the major league Yale blogosphere. If anyone has any questions about my work there or how you too can get started there, let me know.
Monday, June 27, 2005
Me: Huh, Adamm N. Don't know that guy. I bet it's just Tom playing a joke on me. Nobody writes master's dissertations about blogs.
Freeman: No Daniel, Ah checked the IP Address, it's not Tom's computer.
Me: Oh so I guess it was Eric. Well at least he's doing something non-chess related.
Freeman: Goddamnit Daniel, there are other people in the world besides your blogging friends. Think about it- ADAMM N. ADAMM N.
Me: I know an Adam L. from high school, but...
Freeman: A-D-A-M-M N. It's MADMAN rearranged. This is the pyschopath we've been looking for.
Me: And he's randomly targeting bloggers?
Freeman (pacing around me): Nothing about serial killers is random, Daniel. Everything is part of his plan. So the question is, 'Wah Delino?'
Me: Why Delino? Because it's so popular, I guess.
Freeman (now in my face): No, Daniel, your blog only gets 40 unique readers a day, and half of those are Tom checking from different computers. WAH DELINO?
Me: I don't know, Mr. Freeman!
Freeman: Don't they teach you anything in your fancy schools, Daniel? Se7en...
Me (close-up): Oh... my... god. The seven deadly blog genres.
Freeman: I'm afraid so, Daniel. He wants to kill one blogger for each of the seven deadly blog genres. Media- Nostradamus. Entertainment- That Girl. Political/Humor- Actual Rod. Humor/Political- Hidden Hand. Random Musings- Actual God. Left wing Political- Finnegan. And Humor- DAN.
Me: This is terrible. (pause) Though I might point out that Munz would have been more appropriate for left wing political, as Finnegan has a more libertarian bent.
Freeman: This is a serial killer we're dealing with here, Daniel- he doesn't make those kinds of distinctions. But yes, of course the thought occurred to me. Now let's hit the streets and find that perp.
Me: Wait. There's just one thing I still don't understand.
Freeman: And what's that?
Me: Why do you have those dots on your cheeks?
Freeman: They're called Dermatosis Papulosa Nigra. They're very common among African-American men my age. For more information, visit this website.
Until Freeman and I catch this creep, I urge all of you in the blogosphere to be vigilant and always walk home using the buddy system.
Saturday, June 25, 2005
After a relaxing day at the beach in Nice, my assistant Rich and I went for a stroll down one of the city's main streets. Along the way, I noticed a street performer dressed as Darth Vader. Now this was one of those street performers who stands still for hours on end until someone gives him a coin, at which point he does a dance. Keep in mind that it was almost 90 degress out and a Darth Vader costume is all black with a heavy helmet. I looked into Darth's basket and saw that there were several 1 Euro coins in there. Since this guy could barely see through the eyeholes in his mask, I placed One Cent in the basket.
Darth, hearing the sound of the coin and seeing me drop it in (assuming I'd paid the normal 1 Euro or at least 50 cents), bowed to me and Rich, and then proceeded to act out a complex and physically demanding light saber duel with a phantom opponent. I initially managed to contain myself from laughing as I thought about how much exhausting work I had made this man do in the hot sun for a mere penny. But he subsequently pressed a button which made the Darth Vader heavy breathing sound, and then HE made heavy breathing sounds because of his exhaustion. At this point, I burst out laughing hysterically, and Rich began to chuckle as well.
Here Rich overstepped his boundaries, and I decided he needed to remember his place. So I made him put on the guy's Darth Vader costume and act out the duel for free, while I shot at his feet with a revolver.
Coda: Now Rich will not have to suffer such indignities, and instead I have trustly Hu Jintao, whose other job is president of China or some shit. That will have to take a backseat to my every whim.
Tuesday, June 21, 2005
At the casino last night, after my assistant Rich hauled me there using the Fireman´s Carry technique, I witnessed an astounding sight:
A guy with thinning, slicked-back hair is wearing a ten dollar suit and chain smoking, muttering to himself as he watches his horse racing bets go horribly wrong. Seems fairly typical actually, right. The catch: he´s betting on a horse-racing videogame produced by Sega. When he caught me staring at him, he said, ¨hey man, I got an inside tip and it didn´t pan out.¨
Monday, June 20, 2005
Location: Manhattan - 42nd st. and 8th ave.
I'm sitting in an internet cafe right now and I still have about 44 minutes left. There isn't really much to do after I checked my 7 e-mail accounts. So I've taken to reading the gentlemen's screen next to me. I lean back in my chair a little so he can't see me in the likely case he has tremendous peripheral vision. If you're wondering what he looks like, imagine a balding Ed Rooney/ office space guy. Judging by his diction he seems to be a gay, overweight Christian who is distressed about a lover he met on yahoo. This lover in all likelyhood turned out to be a transexual who has since ignored his romantic advances and looks like he is on the verge of being dumped.
He also can't see me because he's a terrible typer (Probably never used Mavis Beacon (Condoleeza Rice's role model) ) having to constantly look down at the key board to see what he is typing.
Here's part of the e-mail he's writing:
This is your christian Brother in Arms John... why haven't you e-mailed me in so long. I have met a new TRUE BEILEVER. Has someone put a VOODO HEX on you? I wanted to say I love you. Should I come out to California to see you?
At this point I became a little brazen, staring directly at his screen. He saw me!
I've been sort of afraid to look again.
A little while later he check the movie times on Yahoo as well. It look's like he'll be seeing the 9:00 pm showing of Batman Begins at the Loews Kips Bay tonite.
Now I am in Barcelona, where they speak some pigeon language called Catalan. Spanish is gross enough, now you´re telling me that you´re bastardizing Spanish- I think there are species of dolphin that use more respectable languages.
Nevertheless, there is an upper class here that is quite elite, and you can tell who they are because they are always wearing Lacoste polo shirts. In fact, I was sitting on a park bench wearing a Brooks Brothers polo, and one of these upper class guys came up to me with the leftovers of his Cobb salad, and said to his young son, ¨You see Pablo, it is our responsibility to help the paupers.¨
On an unrelated point, go see Batman Begins, it´s amazing. More forthcoming.
Friday, June 17, 2005
¨What did you say?¨ = EXCUSE ME- I´m... from... Am-er-ica! I DON´T SPEAK MEXICAN!
¨What does that cost?¨= Goddamnit, why don´t any of you mongrels speak English? Here´s a Dollar, that should equal like a billion of your shit Peso currency.
Rich (in perfect Spanish): I´d like a McSalad and a Mineral Water.
McDonald´s Employee: OK, one Big Mac it is then.
Rich (perfect Spanish): No, I said a McSalad and a Water.
McDonald´s Employee: Here´s your Big Mac, you fat American piece of shit.
Rich, who is anorexic, did not understand what was happening. I begrudgingly ate the Big Mac, but I beat him with a cat o´ nine tails a couple times to make sure this didn´t happen again. So I was reassured when Rich and I went to the train station and I told Rich to order tickets and the following transpired:
Rich (in perfect Spanish): I´d like 2 tickets for Sunday´s 11 o´clock train from Madrid to Barcelona.
Railway Employee: So you want 2 for the 11 o´clock to Barcelona?
Rich (perfect Spanish): Yes, that´s right.
Railway Employee (pulling something from under his desk): Here´s your Big Mac, you fat American piece of shit. NEXT!
I was a bit discouraged by this turn of events, but Rich had the idea to go to the Reyna Sofia Museum, so we went. I was wearing my baseball hat and sunglasses to remain incognito, just minding my own business, when I overheard a tatooed guy with a long goatee whisper to his girlfriend, ¨Is that him?¨ and she said, ¨But I heard he was 10 feet tall, with fingers made out of titanium¨, and finally he said, ¨Fuck it, I´m talking to him¨, and the following conversation occurred:
Tatooed Guy with Goatee: Um, excuse me, hi. Are you Dan, from Delino DeShields?
Me (to Rich): What is this guy, in a rock band or something?
Rich: Actually, that´s Scott Ian, the lead singer of Anthrax [ed´s note: he really was there]
Me: (jerk-off motion). Yes, it is I.
Scott Ian: I just wanted to say, I´m a huge fan of the blog. Could I get a picture, or an autograph?
Me: Rich, get one of the autographed headshots from your satchel.
(Rich obliges, Scott Ian does not move)
Thursday, June 09, 2005
Drudge Report: Vagina makeovers all the rage...
Stubbs performs what he calls “the Toronto trim,” a combo procedure that includes a reduction of the inner labia and a slight “unhooding” of the clitoris so the little man in the boat isn’t being quite so reclusive.
Gregory A. Plotnikoff, MD
Associate Medical Director of the Manhattan Center for Vaginal Surgery
“I had another lady from Saudi Arabia who had five children by the time she was 30, and was planning to go to Switzerland for [tightening] surgery so that she could keep her husband happy and interested.”
“People have suggested they’ve looked at Playboy or Penthouse,” confirms Dr. Ronald Blatt, medical director of the Manhattan Center for Vaginal Surgery. “They come in and say, ‘Make it look like that.’”
(Editor's note: Yeah, I know, this is Hidden Hand material, what do you want me to say? I'm sorry.)
Monday, June 06, 2005
"Bolivia President Offers to Resign"
"Iraq Nabs Nearly 900 Suspected Militants "
"Experts Warn of Intelligence Confusion"
Below this is a "Most Popular" heading, listing the news stories that were most often emailed. #1 on the list?
"Ringwald Mulls 'Sixteen Candles' Sequel"
Sent 916 times
LOS ANGELES - Could it be time to put more candles on the cake? Molly Ringwald said she's in discussions to make a sequel to "Sixteen Candles," the 1984 movie about the obstacles and embarrassments a teen girl faces on her birthday.
Below this is a "Most Viewed News" heading, listing the news stories that were most often viewed. #1 on the list?
"Brad Pitt Says Media Focus Is 'Misguided'"
NEW YORK - Brad Pitt is taking on poverty and AIDS in Africa — and the tabloids. In an hour-long ABC "Primetime Live" special set to air Tuesday night (10 p.m. ET), Pitt talks to Diane Sawyer about the humanitarian crisis in Africa.
Of course, the Top Story according to Tom (yes yes) was Jessica Alba at the MTV Movie Awards:
Sunday, June 05, 2005
The second and third pictures are from the Mitropa Cup, a yearly championship for European teams, which was won in a breath-taking finish by Slovenia this year. They did it both in the men's section with a last-minute victory over Hungary. In the women's section it was mainly due to an 8/9 score by Anna Muzychuk.
In the final round of the women's section Anna Muzychuk and Vesna Rozic were given the task of scoring 2:0 for Slovenia against Austria II – which they dutifully did. The young Muzychuk scored eight out of nine in this event, with an Elo performance of 2532. She was elected Miss Mitropacup by a big margin.
Games played with White
Games played with Black
Friday, June 03, 2005
Good Evening, my fellow blog citizens. Today, our fellow citizens, our way of life, our very freedom came under attack in a series of deliberate and deadly (first comment) Flame attacks aimed at our very own blogger, Tom. Like the bombing of Pearl Harbor by the Japs in 1941, these acts were intended to frighten our blog into chaos and retreat. But they have failed; our blog is strong.
Delino was targeted for attack because we're the brightest beacon for freedom and opportunity in the blogosphere, and no one- NO ONE will keep that light from shining.
Today our blog saw evil, the very worst of human nature. And we responded with the best of Delino- with the daring of our rescue workers, with the neighbors who came to let Tom cry on their shoulders and help in any other way they could.
Our first priority is to get help to those who have been injured, and to take every precaution to protect our citizens at home and around the blogosphere from further Flame attacks.
The functions of our blog will continue without interruption. Delino offices which had to be evacuated today are reopening for essential personnel tonight, and will be open for business tomorrow.
Intelligence reports indicate that an individual calling himself "Kingspawn" is behind these evil acts, although Hizbollah has claimed responsibility- most likely for publicity reasons. I've directed the full resources of Delino's intelligence and law enforcement agencies to find all of those responsible and to bring them to justice. We will make no distinction between the cyber-terrorists who committed these acts of horrific Flaming and those who harbor them.
To our potential allies around the blogosphere- Actual Rod, That Girl, Finnegan, Nostradamus, Actual God, even Munz- I urge you to join with all those who want peace and security in the blogosphere, for if we stand together, we can win this war against Flamers. Flaming is not just a tactic, it is part of a virulent and hateful strand of the larger Commentary ideology. Make no mistake, there are good and decent Commenters all over the blogosphere, elaborating on posts and even making legitimate complaints and critiques. But these Flamers have hijacked the fundamentally peaceful religion of Commentary for their own destructive and hateful purposes.
Tonight, I ask for your prayers for all those who grieve, for the children whose worlds have been shattered, for all whose sense of safety and security has been threatened. And I pray they will be comforted by a power greater than any of us, spoken through the ages in Psalm 23: "Even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of Flames, I fear no evil, for You are with me."
Delino has stood down enemies before, and we will do so this time. None of us will ever forget this day. Yet, we go forward to defend all that is good and just in our blogosphere.
Thank you. Good night, and God bless Delino.
Thursday, June 02, 2005
(Queen's Gambit, then white Knight checkmate Black King)