Firth's Inevitable Victory

Miller Lite is the 2011 Oscar Juice of choice, y'all! I'm not going to do any stream of consciousness recapping like I did back in 2007 for the Emmys, but I'm sure as Hell gonna watch Colin Firth be all charming and whatnot. Watching in Maineville at Jenny's new place on her brand new 46" plasma TV. So damn jealous. She's going cable-free for the foreseeable future as an act of rebellion and hatred towards Time Warner Cable. Tomorrow, she gets Hulu Plus and I'm super excited to see if it's viable to just have that, Netflix Instant and no cable. May be the wave of the future. FUCK CABLE.

You're telling me that about MY wife?

Bas on Joe Rogan's podcast!

I could seriously listen to Bas Rutten talk about anything forever.

I'm watching the previous episode now, with Dave Foley as the guest. I may be addicted, which is bad, because it's a two-hour habit.

A boring recap of my week thus far and a startling, real-time revelation

People who watched the show with me will have to let me know, but was Elimination Chamber any good? I fell asleep twice on Monday night, and not due to boredom or anything. Those kids, man. They take it out of you.

I'm also actually on a fairly normal sleep schedule right now, so I'm trying to acclimate to that. I was at 4th Street Bar and Grill with Funky D and a couple of other friends last night watching the Ohio State/Illinois game and was nearly face down in my Bloody Mary. Speaking of, five beers and one cocktail totaled an $8.33 bill. Greatest happy hour ever.

Also, does anyone remember Columbus musician Marvin the Robot? I do. And I just put 2 and 2 together and realized that I received job training from him last night. MWAHAHAHAHA! No wonder that guy looked familiar!

A day with the ankle biters

Watching the kids right now, and I have to say, now that they're all of video game playing age, it's so much easier. Assassin's Creed: Brotherhood is a major theme today. Katherine's all about Little Big Planet so that's up next. Glen showed me his copy of the new Bionic Commando game, but it was terrible. Sorry, Glen. I waxed Glen, Roger, and Katherine with Frank Mir on UFC Undisputed 2010. Kneebars for all!

No big plans for the weekend, but I watched Buffy and Angel with Annie and Megan last night.

Jenny's moving into her new apartment which I was able to bow out of thanks to the Aubery quartet vegging out with me right now. It's a nice place and it's about twenty miles closer to Columbus than her old one, so that's not bad.

Elimination Chamber on Monday for those who want to gather. We're going to Skype with Lucas and Amanda who will be watching from Toronto! I know wrestling is lame nowadays, but it's Wrestlemania season, and it rarely disappoints. So let me know, folks.

For those who didn't see it

YAY HE'S GREAT!

An understatement

The Rock is on RAW right now. That's pretty cool.

Who am I kidding?

YAYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!

SIGH. Called it

Haters, man.

Way too much about Fedor's loss. Talk about fanboyism

It was a bad day for my rooting interests in sports as the mighty Buckeyes of Ohio State tasted bitter defeat on the basketball court for the first time this season, losing a close one at Wisconsin.

Many hours later, in the main event of Strikeforce's big Showtime event, in the first round of their much-hyped heavyweight tournament, Fedor Emelianenko suffered just the third loss of his storied career, to Antonio "Bigfoot" Silva. Fedor, the man who I still truly believe is the greatest fighter to ever live, met his size match here, as Silva came into the cage fifty pounds heavier than "The Last Emperor". In modern mixed martial arts, that is an almost criminal advantage. This isn't an Akebono, Zuluhino, or even Bob Sapp type freak show with huge size but little in the way of skill we're talking about here. It is 2011, and the sport has evolved to the point that everyone competing at this level can be a dangerous opponent, and a 235 pound man has no business fighting in a 265 pound weight class. I can just see the MMA message boards going crazy right now, with knee-jerk posts about how Fedor is all washed up or, even more laughably, was never any good to begin with. It happens with every loss Randy Couture suffers, and it's even more preposterous in the case of Emelianenko. Could a move down a weight class to 205 pounds be the answer for the legend? Perhaps. The true answer is that there is a ridiculous gap from 205 to 265 and a new weight class badly needs to be instituted. The current and incoming generations of huge world class amateur wrestlers that cut weight to 265 pounds has made it impossible for a man of Fedor's (or Antonio Rodrigo Nogueira, Mirko Cro Cop, and Randy Couture) size to be competitive. None of those men will last long enough in the sport to reap the benefits of such a weight class, but hopefully the latter stages of their careers will spur change in that direction and lead to a more equitable future in the sport.

Phew. Okay, I also saw The King's Speech tonight. Best movie I've seen in forever. Colin Firth, Geoffrey Rush, and Helena Bonham Carter totally killed it. Go see this film. Trust me!

Overall, a sad day indeed! How best to cheer me up?

Ahhhhh

Broken

Installing Little Big Planet: Game of the Year Edition requires no less than eleven updates before actual installation. In the age of broadband connectivity for all consoles, do developers care less about getting it right the first time in terms of bugs and such? Why perfect now what you can slap a bandage on two weeks after release? Even so, really looking forward to this gaming experience!

Another Love Letter to Netflix

Netflix has added 3rd Rock from the Sun to their Instant service. I approve. Starting episode six of season three right now!

Oh, and Broin' Down was, as usual, a rousing success. Eight men in attendance, each one gentle.

Heading to the Queen City for a few days as Jenny and I celebrate one year of being a couple. So look forward to some road trip entries as the rest of the week rolls by. Peace, Columbus!

Netflix or DVR?

It is the great question of our times, more pressing even than Team Jacob versus Team Edward (that's a thing, right?) Of the two greatest television advances of this young century, which could you more readily live without... DVR or Netflix Instant!? This is of course more a question for people who have both because until you experience Netflix Instant, you can't possibly appreciate it. Not even theoretically. My love for Netflix Instant burns so brightly!

Anyway, I've posed this question to five qualified people now, and Netflix is more important to four of them so far. Anyone else out there with both who would like to chime in?

Also, I had a dream I went to a Disney theme park with Kevin Nash.

Broin' Down Business

I just realized that Broin' Down 45 is taking place in the same month as Super Bowl 45. I hereby declare February 2011's event to be Broin' Down XLV: SuperBROwl Tuesday! Come one, come all! If you're a dude.

The last few days

Skype is awesome. Davekwon and (Sorry) Keith Jackson were at my place Tuesday night for a tape-delayed screening of the Royal Rumble, and in accordance with Lucas' suggestion, we Skype conferenced with he and Amanda during. I had downloaded Skype several years ago and not been terribly impressed with it, so I kind of anticipated disaster. But things have changed! This ain't your daddy's Skype! Or something. Anyway, everything went smoothly, we managed to sync up our videos of the event fairly well, and everyone had a great time. Probably going to try for this again after the Elimination Chamber pay per view, and then perhaps live for Wrestlemania XXVII.

As for the show itself, a really great pay per view overall. Edge and Dolph Ziggler got a ton of time, and Dolph looked like he totally belonged in there with a main eventer the caliber of Edge. Unfortunately, he was saddled with a horrible gimmicky name that is going to keep him from ever fulfilling his potential. That said, the crowd in Boston was biting on some of his near falls on Edge late in the match, so they definitely did something right.

Orton and Miz took a while to get going, mostly because Randy Orton is the most boring babyface in years. Actually, probably since the last time he was a babyface in 2004/2005. Eventually things started clicking and heating up, and once Miz pinned him, it was pretty good.

Women's match was nothing. Sorry.

The Rumble itself was awesome. I was against the idea of increasing the number of entrants from 30 to 40 just on principle, but it actually worked out really well. I won't go over the match in detail, but suffice to say there was tons of great comedy, mostly featuring Santino Marella. Also a couple of nice surprises with the returns of Booker T and DIESEL. Seriously, Diesel. Great show, and I'm excited for the rest of the road to Wrestlemania.

Franz and Ashley lost power for a couple of nights, which meant QUALITY TIME WITH FRA-DIGGITY for me. We watched Moon and determined that while it was entertaining and never dragged or anything, it had been over-hyped to us both. No spoilers here, but there was an obvious direction to take the movie in, and a less obvious one. They chose the latter, and the movie probably suffered for it. We also played (well, I played, Franz watched) Prince of Persia: Forgotten Sands for a while. Which brings me to a larger point.

I had forgotten how awesome platform gaming can be. Everything I play nowadays is either an RPG, a sports game, or mission-based, and the platforming genre has completely fallen by the wayside for me. Most likely because most of the platform gaming these days takes place on the Wii or on handheld consoles. In short, I miss Mario. Very much. I probably should just bite the bullet and finally buy Little Big Planet though.

I had another topic I wanted to write about, but it's completely escaped me at the moment. Oh well, if I remember, there's a good excuse for another blog entry over the weekend. Until then, be good to each other, readers!