You know, I really should be a gentleman, and not gloat about the French soccer defeat several hours ago. They fought manfully, and delivered a splendid game.
On the other hand, I am extremely petty (!), and schadenfreude is a talent.
So here goes:
Netherlands trounces France
http://www.canada.com/windsorstar/news/sports/story.html?id=2a90e588-ec02-47e0-a249-d41da0a90e3b
Quote: "The dazzling Dutch qualified for the quarter-finals of Euro 2008 with a 4-1 destruction of France that left the World Cup runners-up hovering over the tournament trapdoor on Friday. Four days after crushing world champions Italy 3-0, Marco van Basten's side ripped the French apart with another superb performance "
Brilliant Robben underlines value and leaves fragile French reeling
http://www.independent.co.uk/sport/football/internationals/netherlands-4-france-1-brilliant-robben-underlines-value-and-leaves-fragile-french-reeling-846999.html
Quote: "There is no team that has proved itself more emphatically in Euro 2008 thus far than Marco van Basten's Dutch team who have dispatched Italy and France within the space of five days "
Netherlands Beats France
http://poligazette.com/2008/06/13/european-championships-football-netherlands-beats-france/
Quote: "Ever since the Netherlands beat Italy (the world champion) with ease, the Netherlands is considered a favorite to win this year’s tournament. The French, on the other hand......"
Deadly Dutch turn on style to thump France
http://uk.reuters.com/article/worldFootballNews/idUKL1300242020080613
Quote: "Dirk Kuyt, Robin van Persie, Arjen Robben and Wesley Sneijder scored for Netherlands, with Thierry Henry replying as France slid to their heaviest defeat in a major tournament finals since losing 5-2 to Brazil at the 1958 World Cup."
Dutch beat France 4-1 to win group
http://ap.google.com/article/ALeqM5hwNpPwBMIrRJnNQ4xPV17TLzfviAD919DO481
Quote: "The Dutch romped past both 2006 World Cup finalists in Group C, beating Italy 3-0 before outclassing the French. "
Neener, neener, neener. Neener, neener, neener. Neener, neener, neener. Neener, neener, neener. Neener, neener, neener. Neener, neener, neener. Neener, neener, neener. Neener, neener, neener. Neener, neener, neener. Neener, neener, neener. Neener, neener, neener. Neener, neener, neener. Neener, neener, neener. Neener, neener, neener. Neener, neener, neener. Neener, neener, neener. Neener, neener, neener. Neener, neener, neener. Neener, neener, neener. Neener, neener, neener. Neener, neener, neener. Neener, neener, neener. Neener, neener, neener. Neener, neener, neener. Neener, neener, neener. Neener, neener, neener. Neener, neener, neener. Neener, neener, neener. Neener, neener, neener. Neener, neener, neener. Neener, neener, neener. Neener, neener, neener. Neener, neener, neener.
Brief recap, so that you can really appreciate the situation: On Monday, the Dutch beat the stuffing out of the Italians. Today, the Dutch slaughtered the French.
Neener.
Heh.
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Friday, June 13, 2008
Monday, June 09, 2008
ORANJE VERNEDERT WERELD KAMPIOEN
Sorry, Spiros, couldn't resist. The title of this post is the headline that appeared on the Algemeen Dagblad site after the match against Italy.
Translation: "Orange HUMILIATES world-champion".
I guess you've probably figured out that the Dutch won.
Of course, the AD is a crappy source for news. So lets go to another source, marginally less crappy - the BBC:
Netherlands took a firm grip on Euro 2008's so-called "Group of Death" by winning a classic encounter with Italy.
Ruud van Nistelrooy put the Dutch ahead in controversial circumstances after 26 minutes when he scored from close range - but also from an offside position.
Wesley Sneijder swept in a second from Dirk Kuyt's header five minutes later.
Edwin van der Sar then denied Italy with stunning saves from Fabio Grosso and Andrea Pirlo before Giovanni van Bronckhorst headed in after 78 minutes.
[Source: http://news.bbc.co.uk/sport2/hi/football/euro_2008/7363339.stm ]
The score was 3 - 0.
[Oooooh, was it sad at the Steps of Rome? Were all the folks jammed into the place watching the match ...... disappointed? So sorry. My piles bleed for them. Alas, poor Italy. Weep weep, wail wail, gnash gnash. Ooooooh.!!!! Oh well. Pie.]
There were no little Catholic schoolgirls involved, nor any Japanese schoolgirls. So from my point of view it actually means very little. No pantsu. No yuri. No sideboob. No shojo ai. No accidental grope or face-pie. No mahou maid or nekomimi. No megane, strap-on fox tails, or short short skirts. Why do people watch this game anyhow?
It is also unlikely that this will have any bearing on my three known obsessions.
Additionally, it will not be a reason for me to discover a new and sickening cocktail. I will not be waving any flags, or painting my face orange. I will not go on an all-night drinking binge in Berne, finishing with a refreshing oral expulsion of stomach-contents off a bridge as the sun comes up.
No repetitive songs and chants of ole ole ole with ten thousand other cheese.
Instead, immediately after posting this, I will continue reading Yuri to Boushi to Hon no Tabibito.
In other news, the J-blogs are remarkably quiescent today. Betcha a number of them will be lamenting lactose intolerance tomorrow. Happy chag ha blintzim, y'all.
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UPDATE: Gratuitous insult: "Italiani languide checche!"
This in cheerful response to the gentleman who opined 'Olandesi tutti froci!'
And neener neener neener to you. Have you seen the videos of the Olandesi in the Bundesplatz? This was indeed la notte piu nera for the squadra azzura.
Pa-a-a-artaaayy!!!!!!!
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Translation: "Orange HUMILIATES world-champion".
I guess you've probably figured out that the Dutch won.
Of course, the AD is a crappy source for news. So lets go to another source, marginally less crappy - the BBC:
Netherlands took a firm grip on Euro 2008's so-called "Group of Death" by winning a classic encounter with Italy.
Ruud van Nistelrooy put the Dutch ahead in controversial circumstances after 26 minutes when he scored from close range - but also from an offside position.
Wesley Sneijder swept in a second from Dirk Kuyt's header five minutes later.
Edwin van der Sar then denied Italy with stunning saves from Fabio Grosso and Andrea Pirlo before Giovanni van Bronckhorst headed in after 78 minutes.
[Source: http://news.bbc.co.uk/sport2/hi/football/euro_2008/7363339.stm ]
The score was 3 - 0.
[Oooooh, was it sad at the Steps of Rome? Were all the folks jammed into the place watching the match ...... disappointed? So sorry. My piles bleed for them. Alas, poor Italy. Weep weep, wail wail, gnash gnash. Ooooooh.!!!! Oh well. Pie.]
There were no little Catholic schoolgirls involved, nor any Japanese schoolgirls. So from my point of view it actually means very little. No pantsu. No yuri. No sideboob. No shojo ai. No accidental grope or face-pie. No mahou maid or nekomimi. No megane, strap-on fox tails, or short short skirts. Why do people watch this game anyhow?
It is also unlikely that this will have any bearing on my three known obsessions.
Additionally, it will not be a reason for me to discover a new and sickening cocktail. I will not be waving any flags, or painting my face orange. I will not go on an all-night drinking binge in Berne, finishing with a refreshing oral expulsion of stomach-contents off a bridge as the sun comes up.
No repetitive songs and chants of ole ole ole with ten thousand other cheese.
Instead, immediately after posting this, I will continue reading Yuri to Boushi to Hon no Tabibito.
In other news, the J-blogs are remarkably quiescent today. Betcha a number of them will be lamenting lactose intolerance tomorrow. Happy chag ha blintzim, y'all.
--------------------------------------------
UPDATE: Gratuitous insult: "Italiani languide checche!"
This in cheerful response to the gentleman who opined 'Olandesi tutti froci!'
And neener neener neener to you. Have you seen the videos of the Olandesi in the Bundesplatz? This was indeed la notte piu nera for the squadra azzura.
Pa-a-a-artaaayy!!!!!!!
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Monday, April 23, 2007
WHY SOME DAYS SEEM SO UTTERLY SUNNY
This past Saturday, like previous Saturdays, Women In Black demonstrated against the war, against Israel, against US aid to Israel, and against Jewish statehood, in front of the Grandlake Theater in Oakland.
[WIB has promoted speakers who deny Israel's right to exist, and stood with activists who have demanded the destruction of Israel. Women In Black can be described as a peace group pretty much the same way Kahane Chai can be described as a peace group. But the question is: which of those two would you rather have on your side? If you had to choose?]
And so, like previous Saturdays, I headed across the bay with my protest sign and bad attitude to counter protest them. Every Saturday we've been gathering opposite Women In Black to prove that their hateful attitude is not uncontested, that their anti-Israel point of view is not without opposition, and that their silent vigil is naught more than a fig-leaf for terrorism.
Normally their number and our number do not differ very much. They get approving honks from passing cars, we get approving honks from passing cars.
[And from Sikh busdrivers - good man, sat sri akal, ji]
This Saturday, despite the low temperatures and gloomy overcast, the sun shone brightly, and warmth enrobed our endeavor.
We were joined by over five dozen congregants from Beth Abraham. Who stood with us singing Hebrew songs and holding banners and pro-Israel signs. As their rabbi said: "this is our community, and we will not allow it to be taken over". More or less. His exact phrasing escapes me at the moment (I'm still in a happy daze, as I'm sure you understand).
The best retrospective term for this weekend is from German: Schadenfreude.
Imagine the expression on the face of someone who just bit into a giant fewmet - a particularly ripe and juicy one at that. Imagine how appalled and disconcerted, nay, repulsed and disgusted even, that face would look.
Precisely that expression was on the sour faces of the fifteen or so Women In Black when they saw Rabbi Bloom and his congregation marching down the hill. They were so disturbed that they even placed a call to the Oakland Police Department, perhaps fearing for their lives.
[So, after Rabbi Bloom and his sanhedrion of congregants had departed, the local constabulary cruised by a few times, did not see any bloodshed or mayhem, and eventually casually inquired about events. It is possible that the phrase "panicky weasels" may have shown up on the report that was eventually filed. I sure hope so.]
Certainly the mental health of the Wibbies was under siege, but their physical health was never in any danger from our side. We were too busy grinning from ear to ear. It was good. It was refreshing. It was the most encouraging thing to happen in a while.
Despite the chill and overcast, it was the sunniest of Spring days. Even after nightfall, when the rain was bucketing down, it was sunny and springlike.
Kvell, kvell, kvell, kvell, kvell, kvell, kvell, kvell, kvell, kvell, kvell, kvell, kvell, kvell, kvell, kvell, kvell, kvell, kvell, kvell, kvell, kvell, kvell, kvell, kvell, kvell, kvell, kvell, kvell, kvell, kvell, kvell, kvell, kvell, kvell, kvell, kvell, kvell, kvell, kvell, kvell, kvell, kvell, kvell, kvell, kvell, kvell, kvell, kvell, kvell, kvell, kvell, kvell, kvell, kvell, kvell, kvell, kvell, kvell, kvell, kvell, kvell, kvell, kvell, kvell.
And neener, neener, neener.
Thank you, Rabbi Bloom, for making my day. I know I speak for all of us when I say that you have made us very happy. We appreciate the support. And we very much look forward to this next Saturday.
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In other news, Jimmy Carter will be at Zellerbach Hall on the UC campus next week. His coming here is not without controversy. If I weren't such an utter cheapskate, I would burn his most recent book in the middle of Sproul Plaza. I bought the damn thing, it was my money, I can do with it whatever the divvil I want.
But again, I'm a bit of a cheapy. So I'll probably settle for a less pyromaniac expression of disgust.
[WIB has promoted speakers who deny Israel's right to exist, and stood with activists who have demanded the destruction of Israel. Women In Black can be described as a peace group pretty much the same way Kahane Chai can be described as a peace group. But the question is: which of those two would you rather have on your side? If you had to choose?]
And so, like previous Saturdays, I headed across the bay with my protest sign and bad attitude to counter protest them. Every Saturday we've been gathering opposite Women In Black to prove that their hateful attitude is not uncontested, that their anti-Israel point of view is not without opposition, and that their silent vigil is naught more than a fig-leaf for terrorism.
Normally their number and our number do not differ very much. They get approving honks from passing cars, we get approving honks from passing cars.
[And from Sikh busdrivers - good man, sat sri akal, ji]
This Saturday, despite the low temperatures and gloomy overcast, the sun shone brightly, and warmth enrobed our endeavor.
We were joined by over five dozen congregants from Beth Abraham. Who stood with us singing Hebrew songs and holding banners and pro-Israel signs. As their rabbi said: "this is our community, and we will not allow it to be taken over". More or less. His exact phrasing escapes me at the moment (I'm still in a happy daze, as I'm sure you understand).
The best retrospective term for this weekend is from German: Schadenfreude.
Imagine the expression on the face of someone who just bit into a giant fewmet - a particularly ripe and juicy one at that. Imagine how appalled and disconcerted, nay, repulsed and disgusted even, that face would look.
Precisely that expression was on the sour faces of the fifteen or so Women In Black when they saw Rabbi Bloom and his congregation marching down the hill. They were so disturbed that they even placed a call to the Oakland Police Department, perhaps fearing for their lives.
[So, after Rabbi Bloom and his sanhedrion of congregants had departed, the local constabulary cruised by a few times, did not see any bloodshed or mayhem, and eventually casually inquired about events. It is possible that the phrase "panicky weasels" may have shown up on the report that was eventually filed. I sure hope so.]
Certainly the mental health of the Wibbies was under siege, but their physical health was never in any danger from our side. We were too busy grinning from ear to ear. It was good. It was refreshing. It was the most encouraging thing to happen in a while.
Despite the chill and overcast, it was the sunniest of Spring days. Even after nightfall, when the rain was bucketing down, it was sunny and springlike.
Kvell, kvell, kvell, kvell, kvell, kvell, kvell, kvell, kvell, kvell, kvell, kvell, kvell, kvell, kvell, kvell, kvell, kvell, kvell, kvell, kvell, kvell, kvell, kvell, kvell, kvell, kvell, kvell, kvell, kvell, kvell, kvell, kvell, kvell, kvell, kvell, kvell, kvell, kvell, kvell, kvell, kvell, kvell, kvell, kvell, kvell, kvell, kvell, kvell, kvell, kvell, kvell, kvell, kvell, kvell, kvell, kvell, kvell, kvell, kvell, kvell, kvell, kvell, kvell, kvell.
And neener, neener, neener.
Thank you, Rabbi Bloom, for making my day. I know I speak for all of us when I say that you have made us very happy. We appreciate the support. And we very much look forward to this next Saturday.
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In other news, Jimmy Carter will be at Zellerbach Hall on the UC campus next week. His coming here is not without controversy. If I weren't such an utter cheapskate, I would burn his most recent book in the middle of Sproul Plaza. I bought the damn thing, it was my money, I can do with it whatever the divvil I want.
But again, I'm a bit of a cheapy. So I'll probably settle for a less pyromaniac expression of disgust.
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