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.

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."

Hitting Close to Home

Read what our boy Ariel had to say about the Blacksburg shooting suspect.

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...

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.

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/

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!"

Munz Blog 2: Electric Bugaloo

This is big... bigger than an El Guapo Grande at the double B. It's a story as old as time itself- the blogosphere giveth, the blogosphere taketh away, and then the blogosphere GIVETH BACK! That's right, Munz is back and better than ever with his new blog, "Spirit of Liberty." Although Lester swears to me the real name of the blog is "Spirit of Liberty... and food."

http://www.danielmunz.com/blog/

New Delino T-Shirts

Ok, this time I'm serious. I will order these for everyone. Remember what we discussed. They should cost each person about $15 or so. E-mail me or leave a comment if you want one. Tell me your size. Once I determine who wants one I will e-mail out a color scheme, etc...A ringer tee might be cool, right?

The Princeton Club

Before heading over to the Princeton Club to play squash last night with Dan (because the Yale Club courts are being renovated), I asked my father what he knew of that reputable institution.

"Richard, my boy, I only visited the Princeton Club once about 20 years ago."
"So why haven't you been back?"
"I'm still recovering from my first visit!"

So when I discovered that the Princeton Club's steam room only fit TWO people, I should not have been surprised. And there wasn't even a sauna for us to relax in afterwards! Furthermore, playing squash is a sweaty business, so I was hoping for someone to take my clothes from me when I left the court. Not only did this not happen, but the locker room did not even provide a plastic bag for me to dump them into so my mother could wash them later.

Finally, on the way out, Dan and I tried to walk up to the second floor and find a library so that we could practice a scene from Waiting for Godot (adapted for our purposes to be Waiting for Some Readers: The Story of One Blog and its 100 page Views a Day). All we saw were two empty rooms with chairs piled high upon each other. That is what I call "Amateur Hour."

Housing in NYC

Now that a bunch of my friends from the class of '06 are moving to New York, they're all telling me about their tough housing issues- "who will I live with?" "That guy is so messy but I'm neat" "How can I find something in Manhattan for under $1000?" Now I feel for them as much as the next guy, but I can't help but feel a little hurt that they don't ask me about all of my housing issues.

I mean this Dad guy has way more money than anyone else, so he always wants to order in from fancy restaurants, but sometimes I just want to make an inexpensive salad at home. And this Mom girl - it's kind of weird to have a girl in the apartment with three guys. I'm a nice guy, so I have been putting the toilet seat down and haven't been watching pornos in the living room, but how long can I keep that stuff up? Plus, she really gives me and Rich shit when we drink - what's the deal with that? I was sold by Rich on this whole living arrangement assuming it was gonna be like a frat house. "Old School meets Failure to Launch... Wait, those two movies also meet The Goonies," were Rich's exact words.

And Rich- that's a whole other can of worms. I mean we were good buddies in college, so I figured it would be a good idea to live with him, but this NFL thing has really gone to his head. I get in from a hard day at work, my brain is fried from all the complex equations and shit I’m doing as a paralegal, and what do I hear from Rich? “Guess who I met today, Dan? Former Raiders Quarterback Todd Marinovich. We chatted at lunch.” Great. What happened to the Rich I knew in college? The Rich who wouldn’t leave a Sigma Chi party until he’d ruined the beer pong table with all of his vomit and an international student had kicked him out by screaming the Arabic word for ‘sheep-fucker.’ My point is we’ve all got problems.

Return of the Blog-i

Sorry for the hiatus, I was working on a case that was at trial, as an expert Paralegal. I'm considered one of the best in New York, which is one of the toughest markets in the country- nay, the world. I specialize in complex civil litigation. Sadly, as some of you may know, we lost the case.

I blame myself. If I'd only made that extra binder of exhibits, or maybe if I'd used a few more post-it notes, or even called a limo for the client instead of a black car, we would have won. But I'm going to get over it, the only way I know how... with some therapeutic blogging. More substantive posts forthcoming tonight