You're gonna meet me

So, I met Julia's parents last night. More precisely, I met her mother and soon to be step-father. I know it's cliché, but it was a nerve racking experience. Seems like I did well enough, and I wasn't grilled too heavily. They didn't even flinch at the notion of us joining them for a glass of wine after dinner. Cool people.

I think I'm going to talk to my father about having a permanent post at his shop, French Tailors. I used to hate working there when I was younger, but a few times over the past couple of weeks he's needed me to mind the store and I've loved it. I enjoy talking to customers, mainly. Taking calls, saying, "Yes, we can do that", it's all good.

"My Own Private Idaho" is a GO! tonight, baybee! Nothing like River Pheonix sucking cock on a giant movie screen to end my evening. Speaking of sucking cock...

I'm sure that Cody will want me to mention his name somewhere in here. So there it is.

I just make a little joke.

I know that Wednesday nights are generally pretty busy for the core group of good buddies, what with band practices, and Comic Townery, and bar tending, and living in Beige-ville, but Ashley and I will be at Studio 35 at 9:00 for the double feature, and we'd love to see other people we know there as well.

Peace and love.

Monday television and other stuff

Benoit and Flair didn't QUITE live up to my lofty expectations, but it was still a good match based on its own merits. Triple H also managed to give his first non sleep inducing promo in ages. He's the Game, ya know.

Yep, that's it. It's all I have to say about RAW tonight. Relieved?

This afternoon, I watched a weird Kevin Bacon/Charlize Theron/Courtney Love kidnapping thriller called "Trapped". It was one of those movies where the plot is so over the top that with an adequate at best cast it would be a completely lost cause. However, Bacon and Theron do a really good job holding their part of the drama up, and it manages to work well enough in whole that I didn't feel like I'd wasted my time on it. The little kidnapped girl managed to carefully toe the line between cute and annoying too, a somewhat rare trait in child actors. All in all, if you happen to catch it on HBO, give it a shot. Don't go out of your way, though.

This Masked Rider action figure came out of NOWHERE. It just appeared in my house the other day. I assume it's Roger's or Brandon's, but that show was off the air way before either of them would have given a shit about it. He has no arms, but it's definitely him. Stupid praying mantis lookin' motherfucker.

Ring of Honor returns to Ohio on June 12th, in Dayton. Let's posse up for that one. I'm in favor of buying a bunch of front row tickets. If you've never been, you won't be sorry. It's Sliced Bread #2. Christopher Daniels is my satanic wrestling Jesus.

And it humbles, humbles, humbles... that ring of honor... that ring of honor. You've been blogged. Peace.

I've got comments, BITCH!

Thanks to the awesomeness of Ashley, I'm now comment board capable. For this kindness, I may even stop calling her Beautiful and Beloved. But probably not. The least I can do is link to her blog. Maybe it'll inspire her to update it more than once a fortnight. One can only hope. Ashley's Super Keen Blogorama!

Flamehead to the rescue

I received an E-mail from Abe a couple of hours ago, which just about made my day. Lanky, freegan, anarchist, Brad Garrett sounding motherfucker. I miss him so much. Portland sucks. I need to go reclaim the Abe. It's too late for Dave, but not everyone has to fade out.

Cody said to update

And what Cody wants, Cody gets. Gallery Hop was fun last night for a February Hop. Fuck 4 dollar beers, though. I stood and watched while Julia drank down her excess. It went all bitter about halfway through, too. Never trust expensive beer or Guerreros.

The Oak was the Oak. Anyone who's reading this was there. You know what it's about.

Lucas says that my blog is boring. I say, "STOP READING MY BLOG THEN, DICK!" Or maybe I'll just introduce gimmickry and rah-rah.

Andy's Top Ten Things Cody has said to me lately

10. "I'll try to brb so we can LOL"

9. "It's not just a normal kick, it's super."

8. "I don't pay much attention to rabbis. I stick to real religons"

7. "I hate the veins Batista has in his arms"

6. "But you were all like "Nooooo, I'm Andy, ANS! ANS! ANS!""

5. "Why would I give you my phone number, if you're just going to yell at me?"

4. "what's a blog?"

3. "Josh would read your blog too. But Josh would probably masturbate while reading it. Which is just weird."

2. "If my name isn't somewhere in this blog, you will be seriously injured."

1. "You should call her Double J"

Ah, Cody... hard not to love him.

If I get a cell phone, I want a "Crazy In Love" ringtone, just to piss Franz off.

If I could be serious for a minute

I'm overdoing it lately. Turning 21 didn't feel as liberating as I thought it would and I think that I've been trying to overcompensate for that. Going out and getting smashed was fun at first, but the more I do it, the more I feel like I'm just trying too hard. I don't know if I'm trying to fill in some empty space in my life, or if I'm just trying to make myself feel like an adult. Whatever it is, it has to stop. It's just not fun anymore. I like drinking. I do. I just need to tone it down some.

The smoking thing is ridiculous, too. I hate cigarettes. They're really disgusting,and they add absolutely nothing to my life. I started to smoke in August because I was feeling stressed out about where my life was at, and more specifically the upcoming move to Sacramento. While in Sacramento, I continued to smoke because I started passing out again and felt stress over that. But I'm home now, and I've continued to smoke. Why? Nothing is wrong with my life. It's ridiculous. I quit. I was walking home tonight and I smoked two cigarettes right in a row. WHY? What a bunch of bullshit.

Lucas and I are going to watch a Kentucky game soon. I'm looking forward to that. We've never hung out, just the two of us.

Gallery Hop is tomorrow. February Gallery Hop. The hoppinest Hop of them all. Or the coldest.

Franz as The Incredible Thor was pretty scary.

The people next door to the Light Funky Lads' house seem like the sort of people I'd like to get to know better. I'll have to file that away.

This is the worst blog update ever.

The last line says it all

I just remembered something that pissed me off. According to the Ryan Seacrest show (shut up, I was watching it for the Topher content, I swear), the most requested song on Oklahoma City radio for the past three weeks is "Milkshake" by Kelis. It's nice to know where to point the finger for the popularity of that song. Fuck you, Cody.

RAW is War... but Smackdown is LOVE

The continuation of THE VOYAGE will have to wait until another time. I am still too battle weary from the ordeal to go into it right now. That and I'd rather talk about Smackdown and Angel and how rocking both were.

Non wrestling nerds, you might want to skip over this portion. Non Angel nerds, you might want to skip the portion AFTER the wrestling portion. Just fair warning.

Columbus's pride and joy, The Bashams, lost the tag team titles to 2/3 Cool, a duo that was hugely popular... in the year 2000. Way to create new stars there, WWE. Hopefully this is just a transition to your tag team saviors and mine... Shelton and Charlie.

Big Show has the best theme music ever. Billy Gunn does not. He SOOOOO does not. Randy Newman meets Belinda Carlisle meets Billy Ray Cyrus (thanks Lee)

Coredlia is dead. And a whole bunch of other shit happened. Lindsey got superpowers somehow. I love that any time that anyone becomes imbued with super powers in the Whedon-Verse, another character saying something about "mojo" is all the explanation that is needed. At least Warren had a power stone.

Despite the awesome-i-tude of the episode, it appears that Lindsey and Coredlia are both gone, at least for the short term. Fuck that. If the show wasn't hitting on all cylinders right now, I swear... nah, I'd watch it anyway.

Wesley saying "kicking it old school" might have shorted out my funny fuse. If I see Ben Affleck's parents, I'll know for sure.

I hate Eve. She's supposed to be all evil and sexy and willowy, but she's just irritating, skinny and oddly configured. Okay, so there's one cylinder down.

NEXT WEEK: SPIKE IS A NAZI! I'm so there.

I sang Ashley a song into her voice mail today. She didn't seem impressed. Fuck that noise.

This is where I usually say something about Cody. He doesn't like that I smoke. He doesn't understand how cool I feel, though. Phillip Morris is too smart for me.

Julia is AWESOME. That's just for the record, in case any of my vast fanbase was wondering.

Andrew met Ghostface Killah today. Again. Whoopee.

Okay, so that's actually really cool. I'm just jealous.

Feeling content is really, really excellent. I reccomend it to anyone.

Why GOD why!?

Mark Henry is out for 4-6 months with a shoulder injury. Shoot me now. RAW's strong style superworker is going under the knife. Thank God for the Benoit roster jump.

Oh, and Zach Gowen got cut. Fuck him and his stupid one leg. My Sun-Tanned Superman is down for the count.

Normal Again

Oh my GOD what a week. I honestly felt like I was in some twisted... well, twist, on a father/son reconciliation movie of the week.

Oh, to get everyone up to speed... my grandfather (henceforth known as "Pa") was in town to help celebrate the lovely Annie's 19th birthday on Thursday. During the course of the dinner, I decided that perhaps the lonely old man could use some company. I volunteered to go home with him to Clarksburg, West Virginia and stay for a few days. So, Pa and I set off on Friday morning, the start of what I shall refer to in polite conversation as "THE VOYAGE" until I can think of something better and more movie of the weekish. Anyhow, the absolute highlight of the entire trip took place just as we were getting into Clarksburg and passed a dinky, middle of nowhere bar called the "Sunshine Saloon". They had a marquee out front that said "Saturday Night: DJ Premiere". I laughed like a maniac for a good two minutes while Pa grew increasingly frustrated by his inability to grasp what was so funny, even after multiple attempts to explain it to him. I was sadly unable to reach Andrew to share my glee.

Day One (Friday) was mostly without incident. Pa made sure that I knew about all of the things he did to improve the town of Clarksburg fifty years ago with his friend "Shorty", but other than that, things were nondescript.

Day Two (Saturday) was a bit livelier. At one point during dinner, I was buttering my bread, and he chuckled. He said, "You should have seen the way Dylan (his former live in grandson) used to butter his bread. It about drove me nuts." I smiled and said, "Why's that?" At this, Pa leapt to his feet (knocking over his chair in the process), and yelled "Hell, I don't know, Andy! It just did!" Say it with me now... TOUCHY. So, this picture perfect family dinner continued in similar fashion, with classic one liners such as, "You Napiers all think you know so god-darn much!" and "I have two thousand people who admire me! I'll bet you don't have that many people who admire you!" The latter I replied to with, "So, we're having a contest?". To this, good ol' Pa didn't let me down by telling me to get out of his house. After several assurances that he was serious, I gathered my things, packed my suitcase, put on my coat and gloves and headed for the door. At this point, he took it to another level (if that's even POSSIBLE) and told me that I wasn't "going anywhere" and that I'd have to physically move him to get through the front door. So... yeah.

You know, it was kind of exhausting just to get all of that out on the screen, so I think maybe I'll do the rest of THE VOYAGE after I get back home this morning.

Quick notes:

CM Punk rules me.

I smile like a goon when I hear the new Liz Phair song.

Ashley is like having a sister without the painful memories of abuse from when I was five years old.

Cody was the bomb in Phantoms, yo.

Peace.