Wednesday, September 27, 2006
Addendum
Eric's new favorite show (see below) is being produced by Buzznation, the reality TV company run by none other than 2006 WSOP Main Event champion Jamie Gold. In other Gold-related news, I now believe it to be very likely that I actually played poker with Gold at the Borgata last summer. I remember him as an obnoxious guy who looked like an unkempt Stephen Colbert. Dan can back me up on this. I just found it of interest.
Tuesday, September 12, 2006
Monday, September 11, 2006
Delino Remembers The Day Everything Changed...
When I read in the news yesterday that President Bush was going to have breakfast at a fire station that was roughly on my way to work this morning I decided that I just HAD to go see The Decider in person.
So I hopped on the train, got off at the closest stop, and walked toward the fire station. Now you need to know, this was really a working-class neighborhood; the blocks surrounding the fire station are full of housing projects, elderly homes, and car body shops. As I got closer, I realized that the entire neighborhood surrounding the fire station was barricaded off, trapping myself and maybe a thousand other people in a small area for about an hour. While Bush was in the fire station, no one was allowed to cross any streets in the neighborhood.
Literally (this is completely true, not a Delino embellishment), as The Decider was having his staged photo-op to show how much he "cares about the common men" who do the dirty work to help the country, I saw underprivileged children who tried to get to school but couldn't because of the blocked streets and instead said "screw this, I'm not going to school today." I saw poor immigrants who couldn't get to their minimum-wage jobs in Chinatown so they got yelled at on the phone by their bosses. I saw two employees for Meals on Wheels, the charity that donates unused food to the homeless, who gave up on today's breakfast for the homeless because they couldn't get there in time. And I saw a home-health aid trying to get to her chronically ill patient who lives off welfare and requires 24-hour supervision, but she couldn't get to her for an hour. THE KICKER, of course, which just made the whole thing for me, was when George and Laura's motorcade finally passed by and they waved and smiled at the crowd, none of whom were cheering, some of whom were booing.
As a post-script, I'd like to describe a few of the people I was standing with as I waited for POTUS to drive by. First of all, there was a group of four women from California who all had video cameras and said to each other "Even if he drives the other way and we don't get to see him, boy we still have a story to tell'em back home. I mean, Jesus H. Christ, we were a block away from the President of the United States!" "A block away from the man!" "He's right there!" "I wonder what he's eating?" "I bet it's bacon, I hear he loves bacon!"
But my favorite gawker was a shlubby-looking man who said to me, "Gosh, can you believe it's been five years already." I awkwardly nodded and slowly walked away. A few minutes later, I saw him go up to another unsuspecting chap and say again, "Gosh, can you believe it's been five years already?" Five minutes after that, he, having forgotten our earlier exchange, again said, "Gosh, can you believe it's been five years already?"
GOD BLESS THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA!
So I hopped on the train, got off at the closest stop, and walked toward the fire station. Now you need to know, this was really a working-class neighborhood; the blocks surrounding the fire station are full of housing projects, elderly homes, and car body shops. As I got closer, I realized that the entire neighborhood surrounding the fire station was barricaded off, trapping myself and maybe a thousand other people in a small area for about an hour. While Bush was in the fire station, no one was allowed to cross any streets in the neighborhood.
Literally (this is completely true, not a Delino embellishment), as The Decider was having his staged photo-op to show how much he "cares about the common men" who do the dirty work to help the country, I saw underprivileged children who tried to get to school but couldn't because of the blocked streets and instead said "screw this, I'm not going to school today." I saw poor immigrants who couldn't get to their minimum-wage jobs in Chinatown so they got yelled at on the phone by their bosses. I saw two employees for Meals on Wheels, the charity that donates unused food to the homeless, who gave up on today's breakfast for the homeless because they couldn't get there in time. And I saw a home-health aid trying to get to her chronically ill patient who lives off welfare and requires 24-hour supervision, but she couldn't get to her for an hour. THE KICKER, of course, which just made the whole thing for me, was when George and Laura's motorcade finally passed by and they waved and smiled at the crowd, none of whom were cheering, some of whom were booing.
As a post-script, I'd like to describe a few of the people I was standing with as I waited for POTUS to drive by. First of all, there was a group of four women from California who all had video cameras and said to each other "Even if he drives the other way and we don't get to see him, boy we still have a story to tell'em back home. I mean, Jesus H. Christ, we were a block away from the President of the United States!" "A block away from the man!" "He's right there!" "I wonder what he's eating?" "I bet it's bacon, I hear he loves bacon!"
But my favorite gawker was a shlubby-looking man who said to me, "Gosh, can you believe it's been five years already." I awkwardly nodded and slowly walked away. A few minutes later, I saw him go up to another unsuspecting chap and say again, "Gosh, can you believe it's been five years already?" Five minutes after that, he, having forgotten our earlier exchange, again said, "Gosh, can you believe it's been five years already?"
GOD BLESS THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA!
Saturday, August 26, 2006
Forget the UN...
...Rich has a really innovative program which will surely end the armed conflict that is raging in Darfur. It's called "Blog T-shirts for guns." It's pretty simple- the young guerillas give up their guns, and in return they get a "Read'em and weep" t-shirt. Here's a picture of a child on the way to a "blog t-shirts for guns" kiosk outside Nyala. Look, his buddy has already made his shirt into a cool cutoff tee.
Friday, August 25, 2006
Quote of the day
75-year-old Mr. Jakobsen, a real estate agent who is selling Tom on a property:
"Security? Forget about it. We've got a 24-hour doorman. Locks on the interior and exterior doors in the lobby. And there's a keypad... situation going on there too."
"Security? Forget about it. We've got a 24-hour doorman. Locks on the interior and exterior doors in the lobby. And there's a keypad... situation going on there too."
Tuesday, August 22, 2006
Friday, August 18, 2006
Minor but Major Change
The front of the t-shirt now reads "Read 'em and weep..." This makes a lot more sense. A major thank you goes out to a very special friend of mine...
Wednesday, August 16, 2006
Your Dreams Can Come True!
Instead of going through the hassle of a trip to Kinko's or trying to gather the full information about who wants what shirt in what size, I set up a store on CafePress. I give to you: The Delino and Marquis Shop. I am going to order the Ringer T in Blue/White. I think it looks great. Let me know what you all think. Notice the three different styles for the ladies. Also, I will soon add options for Delino and Marquis mugs and golf shirts.
Monday, August 14, 2006
Looks like Delino has some stiff competition
What will he blog about? I predict his early period will include features like "Separated at Birth", "Science Corner", and "Squash Rankings," before he settles in and finds his own style. This is one to keep an eye out for... http://www.ahmadinejad.ir/
Friday, August 11, 2006
And I owe it all to you 'cause I've had, the bus ride of my life...
I rode the coach bus home from Washington, DC the other weekend. Now we all know that although coach buses have the great benefit of having little TV screens every few rows, they almost invariably end up playing some drivel like Disney's The Kid or Last Action Hero. When I looked over at the bus driver and noticed his schlubbiness, my expectations were hardly raised.
Then, to my delighted surprise, the movie came on and it was...... THE FISHER KING. I'd been meaning to see it for a long time, and it was as great as I expected it would be. So Bus Driver, if you're reading this, as Al the Ethicist would say, "Great fucking call!"
Then, to my delighted surprise, the movie came on and it was...... THE FISHER KING. I'd been meaning to see it for a long time, and it was as great as I expected it would be. So Bus Driver, if you're reading this, as Al the Ethicist would say, "Great fucking call!"
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