There's not much to say about this post, other than Del Bloggolo is doing a really nice -- and important -- thing here. My sister Ellen, and others like her, often don't have a voice or a forum to tell their stories. This will be an instructive and moving way to pay tribute to those whose stories are rarely -- if ever -- told.
Bravo, Del Bloggolo. I hope your new blog is as successful and well written as your current blog.
I will be suspending the scoring system today because there is no amount of cannolis that can properly represent the importance of this endeavor.
P.S. Okay, I can't resist. The title, "It's on my plate!" is another kind of food reference! It always comes back to eating in some way! Thank you, Del Bloggolo!
Sunday, December 6, 2009
Saturday, December 5, 2009
“NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!”
“The white bus pulled into the parking lot, as I sat staring out the waiting room window of the doctor’s office.”
I like when Del Bloggolo starts like this. It sounds as if he is beginning a novel. It draws me in every time. It kind of reminds me of those exercises improv comedians do where one person makes up one line of a novel and then the next person makes up another line and so on and so on until they have an entire story.
Here, let me demonstrate: “The white bus pulled into the parking lot, as I sat staring out the waiting room window of the doctor’s office.” I will write the next sentence: “The smell of stale baked ziti wafted forth from the hospital cafeteria as I could feel my stomach begin to grumble with anticipation.” You should try it now. It’s fun!
Okay, back to the post…
“I decided to go out and help whoever was taking Ellen to the visit from her day program.”
Vintage Del Bloggolo. He’s always ready to lend a hand, even when not asked to do so. He truly is one of the good guys. And I’m not joking.
“We exchanged pleasantries and I proceeded to help her retrieve Ellen.”
I enjoy the use of the verb “retrieve” in this sentence. It’s the perfect word to describe what one has to do when dealing with my sister. It can be a harrowing experience and “retrieve” makes it seem like he had to cross enemy lines to get a fellow soldier. And it usually requires more than one brave soldier to get the job done.
“On the bus, I noticed an elderly gentleman, sitting and looking a little agitated.”
Maybe that’s because he saw Del Bloggolo coming and thought, “Oh boy, he’s going to write about me in that g-damn blog of his.”
“The elderly man who’s (sic) name is Gary, just sat there with the driver. He would wait for Ellen to see the doctor first.”
Aside from the incorrect usage of what should have been “whose”, I really like these sentences. They are short, pithy and on point.
“After a while, with the beat of the steady downpour and the grayness of the day, Gary appears from the front door of the office.”
Once again, Del Bloggolo is venturing into novel territory as he paints a very vivid picture of what is going on. Let's play "Finish the novel" again, shall we? “After a while, with the beat of the steady downpour and the grayness of the day, Gary appears from the front door of the office.” My turn: "He looks like a man defeated. A man who reached for the last calzone, only to have it stolen right out from under him by his nemesis, the dastardly Aldo Linarducci."
“As he walks, he is screaming: ‘NOOOOOOO!’”
I was right. Clearly Gary is annoyed at having to deal with Del Bloggolo. But who wouldn’t be? You just know whatever you say is going to wind up in that cockameme blog of his.
“I get up to help get Gary back on the bus. “NOOOOOOO!” Once again, Gary was voicing disdain about things in general!”
Look in the mirror, Del Bloggolo, and think again.
“I hold Gary by his arm and ask “You want to go home?” He looks at me and says: ‘Yes.’” I start to laugh to myself as he begins again: “NOOOOOOO!”
Funny! Del Bloggolo has a great ear for comedy and this is a perfect example. And again, I feel like I am right there with him.
“But Gary wasn’t done with me. No siree, as he steps down with my help, he blurts out: “F*%#” (The ‘f’ word!)”
Interesting. I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but Del Bloggolo has been ranting a lot about the ‘f’ word recently. It clearly is the current burr under his saddle. I’m a little surprised by this. After all, it is just a word. Why is he offended? He gets annoyed when other people get offended by simple words like, “Oriental” and “Indian”, etc. How could he do the very same thing he mocks others for doing? That’s so unlike him!
“The day-care woman’s eyes popped out of her head and she says: “EXCUUUUUSE ME! Gary, we don’t use that kind of language!” “NOOOOOOO!”
Poor Gary. The guy can’t catch a break.
And sure enough, Gary was right all along. He did end up in the cockameme blog.
ORIGINALITY: 4 CANNOLIS! (This is slightly new terrain for Del Bloggolo. The only thing that ruined the originality was yet another rant about the “F” word. We get it. You don’t like hearing it.) ADJUSTED TO 5 CANNOLIS! Del Bloggolo corrected me correctly... He didn't actually rant about the F word this time. I will raise the originality by one cannoli.
SENTIMENTALITY: 1 CANNOLI! (A story that is sort of about Ellen, but not really. Also, where are the mentions of TLW (The Little Woman)?
NOSTALGIA: 0 CANNOLIS! (Not one story about Brooklyn. I can only hope that he has a big one stored up in his arsenal and we are about to get showered with anecdotes about “Tio Felice” and “Come-on-a Get out!” For the unitiated, these are Del Bloggolo favorites.)
FOOD REFERENCES: 0 CANNONLIS! (I can kind of understand. After yesterday’s post he really needs to go on a diet.)
OVERALL: 3.5 CANNOLIS! (I liked this post. It was short and funny – what we’ve all come to expect from Del Bloggolo. Now, I speak for everyone when I say, “I can’t f*&cking wait for tomorrow’s!” ADJUSTED SCORE: 4.5 CANNOLIS! Once again, Del Bloggolo was right. There was no actual F-word rant, so I adjusted the score.
I like when Del Bloggolo starts like this. It sounds as if he is beginning a novel. It draws me in every time. It kind of reminds me of those exercises improv comedians do where one person makes up one line of a novel and then the next person makes up another line and so on and so on until they have an entire story.
Here, let me demonstrate: “The white bus pulled into the parking lot, as I sat staring out the waiting room window of the doctor’s office.” I will write the next sentence: “The smell of stale baked ziti wafted forth from the hospital cafeteria as I could feel my stomach begin to grumble with anticipation.” You should try it now. It’s fun!
Okay, back to the post…
“I decided to go out and help whoever was taking Ellen to the visit from her day program.”
Vintage Del Bloggolo. He’s always ready to lend a hand, even when not asked to do so. He truly is one of the good guys. And I’m not joking.
“We exchanged pleasantries and I proceeded to help her retrieve Ellen.”
I enjoy the use of the verb “retrieve” in this sentence. It’s the perfect word to describe what one has to do when dealing with my sister. It can be a harrowing experience and “retrieve” makes it seem like he had to cross enemy lines to get a fellow soldier. And it usually requires more than one brave soldier to get the job done.
“On the bus, I noticed an elderly gentleman, sitting and looking a little agitated.”
Maybe that’s because he saw Del Bloggolo coming and thought, “Oh boy, he’s going to write about me in that g-damn blog of his.”
“The elderly man who’s (sic) name is Gary, just sat there with the driver. He would wait for Ellen to see the doctor first.”
Aside from the incorrect usage of what should have been “whose”, I really like these sentences. They are short, pithy and on point.
“After a while, with the beat of the steady downpour and the grayness of the day, Gary appears from the front door of the office.”
Once again, Del Bloggolo is venturing into novel territory as he paints a very vivid picture of what is going on. Let's play "Finish the novel" again, shall we? “After a while, with the beat of the steady downpour and the grayness of the day, Gary appears from the front door of the office.” My turn: "He looks like a man defeated. A man who reached for the last calzone, only to have it stolen right out from under him by his nemesis, the dastardly Aldo Linarducci."
“As he walks, he is screaming: ‘NOOOOOOO!’”
I was right. Clearly Gary is annoyed at having to deal with Del Bloggolo. But who wouldn’t be? You just know whatever you say is going to wind up in that cockameme blog of his.
“I get up to help get Gary back on the bus. “NOOOOOOO!” Once again, Gary was voicing disdain about things in general!”
Look in the mirror, Del Bloggolo, and think again.
“I hold Gary by his arm and ask “You want to go home?” He looks at me and says: ‘Yes.’” I start to laugh to myself as he begins again: “NOOOOOOO!”
Funny! Del Bloggolo has a great ear for comedy and this is a perfect example. And again, I feel like I am right there with him.
“But Gary wasn’t done with me. No siree, as he steps down with my help, he blurts out: “F*%#” (The ‘f’ word!)”
Interesting. I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but Del Bloggolo has been ranting a lot about the ‘f’ word recently. It clearly is the current burr under his saddle. I’m a little surprised by this. After all, it is just a word. Why is he offended? He gets annoyed when other people get offended by simple words like, “Oriental” and “Indian”, etc. How could he do the very same thing he mocks others for doing? That’s so unlike him!
“The day-care woman’s eyes popped out of her head and she says: “EXCUUUUUSE ME! Gary, we don’t use that kind of language!” “NOOOOOOO!”
Poor Gary. The guy can’t catch a break.
And sure enough, Gary was right all along. He did end up in the cockameme blog.
ORIGINALITY: 4 CANNOLIS! (This is slightly new terrain for Del Bloggolo. The only thing that ruined the originality was yet another rant about the “F” word. We get it. You don’t like hearing it.) ADJUSTED TO 5 CANNOLIS! Del Bloggolo corrected me correctly... He didn't actually rant about the F word this time. I will raise the originality by one cannoli.
SENTIMENTALITY: 1 CANNOLI! (A story that is sort of about Ellen, but not really. Also, where are the mentions of TLW (The Little Woman)?
NOSTALGIA: 0 CANNOLIS! (Not one story about Brooklyn. I can only hope that he has a big one stored up in his arsenal and we are about to get showered with anecdotes about “Tio Felice” and “Come-on-a Get out!” For the unitiated, these are Del Bloggolo favorites.)
FOOD REFERENCES: 0 CANNONLIS! (I can kind of understand. After yesterday’s post he really needs to go on a diet.)
OVERALL: 3.5 CANNOLIS! (I liked this post. It was short and funny – what we’ve all come to expect from Del Bloggolo. Now, I speak for everyone when I say, “I can’t f*&cking wait for tomorrow’s!” ADJUSTED SCORE: 4.5 CANNOLIS! Once again, Del Bloggolo was right. There was no actual F-word rant, so I adjusted the score.
Friday, December 4, 2009
"PLANS? GOD LAUGHS AT PLANS."
And God laughs at this blog. And by “this” blog, I mean “delbloggolo” itself. Not THIS blog… although I like to think he does. After all, what could be more important for God to do than to sit down at his iMac (God is definitely a Mac guy) and read a blog about another blog? This is truly the right way for God to be spending his time.
He could be saving lives, stopping wars, ending the global recession, or making sure that Notre Dame beats up on some heathen, non-religious-affiliated University… but no, God wants – and needs – to be plugged into what is going on with Del Bloggolo.
And let me tell you something – it’s not pretty…
“…having a nice breakfast at the local diner, then thirdly, shopping for a t-bone for my lunch! I would get some pepperoni and provolone, put a few beers on ice and tune to the Jets game.”
There are so many things wrong with this statement I don’t know where to begin. A diner breakfast? A T-Bone? Pepperoni and provolone?!” Sure, we at sonofdelbloggolo love delbloggolo’s food references, but this is downright scary. I can feel my cholesterol going up as I type this.
But it’s not the food that worries me the most. It’s not even the beers. It’s the JETS! Why would someone subject his already shaky heart to that sorry outfit. Yours truly is also, unfortunately, a JETS fan, but at least I’m smart enough to watch the game with antacids and a defibrillator nearby. You would think, at his advanced age, DelBloggolo would have learned by now, but no, he continues to subject himself to the weekly carnival-like punishment inflicted by watching the JETS.
Alright, now let’s move from the literal meat to the figurative meat of this post…
TLW (The Little Woman): ‘Lois and I are going to Pearl S. Buck’s home on a ‘Get Up And Go’ tour.”
Now, if you’re like me – and most of America – you have no idea who the eff Pearl S. Buck is/was. At first, I thought it might have been Pearl, the tart-tongued maid with a heart of gold from Diff’rent Strokes.
Now, that’s a house I’d like to go to. I bet it would be very clean and filled with sass.
But nope. It turns out Pearl S. Buck was a pulitzer-prize winning author who spent most of her life in China.
She is, however, known for the following: “In 1949, outraged that existing adoption services considered Asian and mixed-race children unadoptable, Pearl established Welcome House, Inc., the first international, interracial adoption agency.”
At first I thought, “Yawn.” Then, it dawned on me. Arnold and Willis Jackson were interracial adoptions! I wonder if Phillip Drummond got them at the “Welcome House!” Talk about art imitating life! I so love it when life gets tied together in a pleasant, little bow. Maybe the Welcome House will hire Gary Coleman and Todd Bridges as Docents. Then I’d definitely go.
But I digress.
“Just the two of us, we will be taking the bus to Pennsylvania, I didn’t think you’d want to come.”
Riiiiiiiight. Let me translate what TLW (The Little Woman) really meant: “Just the two of us (we can make it if we try), we will be taking the bus to Pennsylvania (as far away from you as possible). I didn’t think you’d want to come. (We really don’t want you to come. Maybe if I say this fast enough I will trick you into believing you don’t want to come. Because we don’t want you there. Because we don’t want to read about it on delbloggolo the next day.)
In fact, I’m going so far as to say they weren’t even planning to go to Pearl S. Buck’s house in the first place. That was just a cleverly – and boringly – designed ruse to throw DelBloggolo’s prodigious nose off the scent. My guess is that Lois and TLW (The Little Woman) were actually catching the first bus to Atlantic City to play craps.
“Pretending to look disappointed, I immediately started to make plans in my mind, on how I would spend my Sunday.”
Now this is where he goes into his “dream menu” for the day. A menu that Jimmy Pants rightfully pointed out, probably would have killed him.
But alas, the best laid plans of mice and DelBloggolos often go astray – and you can thank Lois, or “Toots II”, for this one. By calling in sick on Saturday night, my Mom’s plans were dashed and my Dad would not be able to partake in his red-meat fueled party.
So, for that, I say thank you, Lois (Toots II). I’m sorry you had to get sick to do it, but you saved Del Bloggolo’s life and in turn, kept his blog up and running. And for this we are all eternally grateful. Now, I will go rent Seasons 1-3 of Diff’rent Strokes on NetFlix.
ORIGINALITY: 3 CANNOLIS! (He writes often of these Get-up-and-Go tours. It's not that I don't like them, it's just that it's well-trod territory.)
SENTIMENTALITY: 0 CANNOLIS! (Only 1 mention of TLW and he didn't call her his "girlfriend" once!)
NOSTALGIA: 0 CANNOLIS! (Nothing. Not even old stories about how bad the Jets have always been. Disappointing.)
FOOD REFERENCES: 5 CANNOLIS! (My goodness! I'm full from all the mentions of pepperoni, T-Bones and provolone.
OVERALL: 3 CANNOLIS! This is pretty par for the Del Bloggolo course. Although it did remind me of "Diff'rent Strokes", so it can't be that bad. Arrivederci!
He could be saving lives, stopping wars, ending the global recession, or making sure that Notre Dame beats up on some heathen, non-religious-affiliated University… but no, God wants – and needs – to be plugged into what is going on with Del Bloggolo.
And let me tell you something – it’s not pretty…
“…having a nice breakfast at the local diner, then thirdly, shopping for a t-bone for my lunch! I would get some pepperoni and provolone, put a few beers on ice and tune to the Jets game.”
There are so many things wrong with this statement I don’t know where to begin. A diner breakfast? A T-Bone? Pepperoni and provolone?!” Sure, we at sonofdelbloggolo love delbloggolo’s food references, but this is downright scary. I can feel my cholesterol going up as I type this.
But it’s not the food that worries me the most. It’s not even the beers. It’s the JETS! Why would someone subject his already shaky heart to that sorry outfit. Yours truly is also, unfortunately, a JETS fan, but at least I’m smart enough to watch the game with antacids and a defibrillator nearby. You would think, at his advanced age, DelBloggolo would have learned by now, but no, he continues to subject himself to the weekly carnival-like punishment inflicted by watching the JETS.
Alright, now let’s move from the literal meat to the figurative meat of this post…
TLW (The Little Woman): ‘Lois and I are going to Pearl S. Buck’s home on a ‘Get Up And Go’ tour.”
Now, if you’re like me – and most of America – you have no idea who the eff Pearl S. Buck is/was. At first, I thought it might have been Pearl, the tart-tongued maid with a heart of gold from Diff’rent Strokes.
Now, that’s a house I’d like to go to. I bet it would be very clean and filled with sass. But nope. It turns out Pearl S. Buck was a pulitzer-prize winning author who spent most of her life in China.
She is, however, known for the following: “In 1949, outraged that existing adoption services considered Asian and mixed-race children unadoptable, Pearl established Welcome House, Inc., the first international, interracial adoption agency.” At first I thought, “Yawn.” Then, it dawned on me. Arnold and Willis Jackson were interracial adoptions! I wonder if Phillip Drummond got them at the “Welcome House!” Talk about art imitating life! I so love it when life gets tied together in a pleasant, little bow. Maybe the Welcome House will hire Gary Coleman and Todd Bridges as Docents. Then I’d definitely go.
But I digress.
“Just the two of us, we will be taking the bus to Pennsylvania, I didn’t think you’d want to come.”
Riiiiiiiight. Let me translate what TLW (The Little Woman) really meant: “Just the two of us (we can make it if we try), we will be taking the bus to Pennsylvania (as far away from you as possible). I didn’t think you’d want to come. (We really don’t want you to come. Maybe if I say this fast enough I will trick you into believing you don’t want to come. Because we don’t want you there. Because we don’t want to read about it on delbloggolo the next day.)
In fact, I’m going so far as to say they weren’t even planning to go to Pearl S. Buck’s house in the first place. That was just a cleverly – and boringly – designed ruse to throw DelBloggolo’s prodigious nose off the scent. My guess is that Lois and TLW (The Little Woman) were actually catching the first bus to Atlantic City to play craps.
“Pretending to look disappointed, I immediately started to make plans in my mind, on how I would spend my Sunday.”
Now this is where he goes into his “dream menu” for the day. A menu that Jimmy Pants rightfully pointed out, probably would have killed him.
But alas, the best laid plans of mice and DelBloggolos often go astray – and you can thank Lois, or “Toots II”, for this one. By calling in sick on Saturday night, my Mom’s plans were dashed and my Dad would not be able to partake in his red-meat fueled party.
So, for that, I say thank you, Lois (Toots II). I’m sorry you had to get sick to do it, but you saved Del Bloggolo’s life and in turn, kept his blog up and running. And for this we are all eternally grateful. Now, I will go rent Seasons 1-3 of Diff’rent Strokes on NetFlix.
ORIGINALITY: 3 CANNOLIS! (He writes often of these Get-up-and-Go tours. It's not that I don't like them, it's just that it's well-trod territory.)
SENTIMENTALITY: 0 CANNOLIS! (Only 1 mention of TLW and he didn't call her his "girlfriend" once!)
NOSTALGIA: 0 CANNOLIS! (Nothing. Not even old stories about how bad the Jets have always been. Disappointing.)
FOOD REFERENCES: 5 CANNOLIS! (My goodness! I'm full from all the mentions of pepperoni, T-Bones and provolone.
OVERALL: 3 CANNOLIS! This is pretty par for the Del Bloggolo course. Although it did remind me of "Diff'rent Strokes", so it can't be that bad. Arrivederci!
Thursday, December 3, 2009
"HE LEFT A CHILD..."
“…but came back a man.”
This entry starts off strong with a turn of phrase that is both clever and accurate. My brother Michael deserves his own post – and this one is worthy of his sincerity and thoughtfulness as he goes about trying to make the world a better place. Well done, Del Bloggolo. Well done.
“When I see my sons in that light, I think maybe the world is not so bad after all, and will be in great shape in the future.”
This is truly Del Bloggolo at his best… talking about his family. No one should ever doubt Del Bloggolo’s love for his kids and this post is Exhibit A. It makes me proud whenever he mentions me in one of his posts and this time is no different, especially when the mention appears alongside such laudatory comments about my brother.
“I am thankful for my two sons: they will contribute to this world in positive way!”
I can’t help but think he is talking about me here – and specifically this blog. After all, I am doing God’s work as I provide a sort of “Cliff’s Notes” to the joys and complexities that are DelBloggolo.blogspot.com. Although I’m not sure I deserve this much praise – especially when compared to Michael. He actually WILL change the world. I will continue to write fart jokes for a living.
“People have commented from Facebook photos of me, that I look like I had a great Thanksgiving. Well, I did, because my #2 Son made it so.”
Okay, I’m going to call “Bullshit” on this one. I can guarantee that my Dad’s perceived happiness in those photos has more to do with the amount of great food he ate. I’m not denying that my brother’s presence was a major component in making Del Bloggolo’s Thanksgiving a memorable one. But let’s get real for a moment. The guy loves his food. And those smiles on his face are directly related to the lasagna and giblets.
While on the subject of culinary delights, I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but something interesting is happening in this post. There has been a conspicuous lack of food references thus far. What gives, Del Bloggolo?! You’re letting us down!
“We had intelligent and thought provoking conversations, pleasant meals and great visits, which made for a great Thanksgiving holiday.”
Aha! I STAND CORRECTED! “Pleasant meals!” There’s the Del Bloggolo we all know and love! Now Del Bloggolo will probably tell you that the “pleasant” modifier in this sentence refers specifically to the absence of tension that usually accompanies meals with Michael, but he’d be lying. The “pleasant” refers more specifically to the mashed potatoes.
“It is echoed from board members, I see it in my sister’s children, my nieces and nephews, the great nieces and nephews and I am proud.”
A great shout out to my cousins. They are pretty awesome.
“Can we ask for anything more than great kids?”
A poignant rhetorical question, Del Bloggolo – and I couldn’t agree more. Someday I hope to have kids that are as great as me. And Michael. But mostly me.
“I occasionally communicate with a newly acquired old neighbor from Brooklyn, and his wonderful daughter, who by the way is NO whiner, but has the heart of gold we all need in this world.”
I can’t be certain, but I’m pretty sure this is a direct reference to loyal reader and prolific commenter, Jim Pantaleno. Or, “Jimmy Pants”, as I like to call him. Judging from his consistently thoughtful comments and insightful insights (yes – you read that right), Mr. Pantaleno likely did raise a wonderful daughter and someday I hope I get to meet the both of them.
“So maybe I rant too much sometimes,”
NO! NO, YOU DON’T! NEVER STOP RANTING!!! IT’S WHAT MAKES THIS BLOG SO GREAT!
“and maybe I complain to (sic) often”
Well, yeah, that’s pretty undeniable. He can be a bit of a curmudgeon.. but he’s OUR curmudgeon!
“I know there are some really great people in this world, coming down the pike and those that already arrived.”
A really strong ending by our beloved blogger. Thoughtful, wistful and uncharacteristically hopeful. A “complainer”, you say?! “Pshaw to that”, say I!
ORIGINALITY: 5 CANNOLIS! (He rarely references Michael – and when he does, it’s usually to talk about what a rotten pain in the ass he is. This was a welcome change.)
SENTIMENTALITY: 4.5 CANNOLIS! (A loving tribute to his family. What a softie!)
NOSTALGIA: 0 CANNOLIS! (Boo! Where are the stories about the past? Where are the stories about growing up in Brooklyn?! Sure, they probably aren’t germane to the topic… but when has that stopped him before?
FOOD REFERENCES: 1 CANNOLI! (Only 1 reference?! And an oblique one at best. A major disappointment. He better bring it next time.)
OVERALL REVIEW: 4 CANNOLIS! (To paraphrase the man himself, the “pleasant” nature of this post far outweighs the lack of nostalgia and food references. I only wish his post could have gone on at least as long as this interminable review. Peace be with you.)
This entry starts off strong with a turn of phrase that is both clever and accurate. My brother Michael deserves his own post – and this one is worthy of his sincerity and thoughtfulness as he goes about trying to make the world a better place. Well done, Del Bloggolo. Well done.
“When I see my sons in that light, I think maybe the world is not so bad after all, and will be in great shape in the future.”
This is truly Del Bloggolo at his best… talking about his family. No one should ever doubt Del Bloggolo’s love for his kids and this post is Exhibit A. It makes me proud whenever he mentions me in one of his posts and this time is no different, especially when the mention appears alongside such laudatory comments about my brother.
“I am thankful for my two sons: they will contribute to this world in positive way!”
I can’t help but think he is talking about me here – and specifically this blog. After all, I am doing God’s work as I provide a sort of “Cliff’s Notes” to the joys and complexities that are DelBloggolo.blogspot.com. Although I’m not sure I deserve this much praise – especially when compared to Michael. He actually WILL change the world. I will continue to write fart jokes for a living.
“People have commented from Facebook photos of me, that I look like I had a great Thanksgiving. Well, I did, because my #2 Son made it so.”
Okay, I’m going to call “Bullshit” on this one. I can guarantee that my Dad’s perceived happiness in those photos has more to do with the amount of great food he ate. I’m not denying that my brother’s presence was a major component in making Del Bloggolo’s Thanksgiving a memorable one. But let’s get real for a moment. The guy loves his food. And those smiles on his face are directly related to the lasagna and giblets.
While on the subject of culinary delights, I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but something interesting is happening in this post. There has been a conspicuous lack of food references thus far. What gives, Del Bloggolo?! You’re letting us down!
“We had intelligent and thought provoking conversations, pleasant meals and great visits, which made for a great Thanksgiving holiday.”
Aha! I STAND CORRECTED! “Pleasant meals!” There’s the Del Bloggolo we all know and love! Now Del Bloggolo will probably tell you that the “pleasant” modifier in this sentence refers specifically to the absence of tension that usually accompanies meals with Michael, but he’d be lying. The “pleasant” refers more specifically to the mashed potatoes.
“It is echoed from board members, I see it in my sister’s children, my nieces and nephews, the great nieces and nephews and I am proud.”
A great shout out to my cousins. They are pretty awesome.
“Can we ask for anything more than great kids?”
A poignant rhetorical question, Del Bloggolo – and I couldn’t agree more. Someday I hope to have kids that are as great as me. And Michael. But mostly me.
“I occasionally communicate with a newly acquired old neighbor from Brooklyn, and his wonderful daughter, who by the way is NO whiner, but has the heart of gold we all need in this world.”
I can’t be certain, but I’m pretty sure this is a direct reference to loyal reader and prolific commenter, Jim Pantaleno. Or, “Jimmy Pants”, as I like to call him. Judging from his consistently thoughtful comments and insightful insights (yes – you read that right), Mr. Pantaleno likely did raise a wonderful daughter and someday I hope I get to meet the both of them.
“So maybe I rant too much sometimes,”
NO! NO, YOU DON’T! NEVER STOP RANTING!!! IT’S WHAT MAKES THIS BLOG SO GREAT!
“and maybe I complain to (sic) often”
Well, yeah, that’s pretty undeniable. He can be a bit of a curmudgeon.. but he’s OUR curmudgeon!
“I know there are some really great people in this world, coming down the pike and those that already arrived.”
A really strong ending by our beloved blogger. Thoughtful, wistful and uncharacteristically hopeful. A “complainer”, you say?! “Pshaw to that”, say I!
ORIGINALITY: 5 CANNOLIS! (He rarely references Michael – and when he does, it’s usually to talk about what a rotten pain in the ass he is. This was a welcome change.)
SENTIMENTALITY: 4.5 CANNOLIS! (A loving tribute to his family. What a softie!)
NOSTALGIA: 0 CANNOLIS! (Boo! Where are the stories about the past? Where are the stories about growing up in Brooklyn?! Sure, they probably aren’t germane to the topic… but when has that stopped him before?
FOOD REFERENCES: 1 CANNOLI! (Only 1 reference?! And an oblique one at best. A major disappointment. He better bring it next time.)
OVERALL REVIEW: 4 CANNOLIS! (To paraphrase the man himself, the “pleasant” nature of this post far outweighs the lack of nostalgia and food references. I only wish his post could have gone on at least as long as this interminable review. Peace be with you.)
Wednesday, December 2, 2009
Mission Statement
My Dad has a blog. This forum will be a safe haven to dissect, discuss and analyze each of his blog entries. I will be reviewing each post based on the following merits: Originality, Sentimentality, Nostalgia, and number of Food References.
I will be awarding each post a rating between 1 and 5 CANNOLIS: 5 CANNOLIS = "Top Notch! I wish he had written more!"
1 CANNOLI = "Eh, I've heard this story a million times at Aunt Theresa's during Christmas Eve."
Please feel free to post. There is only 1 rule: You may ONLY talk about my Dad's blog.
Mangia!
-#1 Son
P.S. The link to my Dad's blog is: delbloggolo.blogspot.com
P.P.S. Official reviews will begin tomorrow.
I will be awarding each post a rating between 1 and 5 CANNOLIS: 5 CANNOLIS = "Top Notch! I wish he had written more!"
1 CANNOLI = "Eh, I've heard this story a million times at Aunt Theresa's during Christmas Eve."
Please feel free to post. There is only 1 rule: You may ONLY talk about my Dad's blog.
Mangia!
-#1 Son
P.S. The link to my Dad's blog is: delbloggolo.blogspot.com
P.P.S. Official reviews will begin tomorrow.
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