I Hate Pro Wrestling For Making Me Think Like This

I was just thinking about Joe Lieberman's "Independent status", and realized that it would be a great strategic move for him to show up in Washington in January, and right before casting his first vote on something, he rips off his suit jacket to reveal a Bush/Cheney '04 campaign t-shirt, hit Chafee with a chair for being weak willed, and then caucus with the Republicans for his entire term.

Joe did say that we should call him a Democrat today, but it could be just to throw us off the scent. Damn you, pro wrestling.

Better Off Playin' With Yourself

About fifteen minutes ago I was leaving class and there was this dude beboppin' around, listening to his headphones with a Walkman hooked up to it. We were both walking in the same general direction, so I asked him, completely kidding, "Is that that new K-Fed hotness?" He didn't hear me, so he removed his headphones and said, "What?" I said, "Are you listening to Playing With Fire?" And he fuckin' WAS. I didn't know how to respond to this. I was ill prepared. So I just said, "Sucks to be him after the whole Britney thing." Ol' dude seemed to think K-Fed was going to be okay, though. So I guess that's good.

Anyway, slice o' life.

Hate Hate Hate

I need a phone to PC connector dealy bob, so you can all see the awesome photo montage of Dave at Campus Traditions on CHAMPION'S Lane Avenue, buying his favorite new Ohio State hat. I'm guessing I could just E-mail them from the phone to my Gmail account, but that sounds suspiciously like something that would cost money.

I hope everyone is planning to go out and vote tomorrow. I know one or two readers of this blog have specifically told me they weren't going to, and I urge them to reconsider. Your responsibility isn't a once every four years deal, like the Olympics. In fact, on a local level, you have just as much of an opportunity to effect change in a mid-term election.

Kenneth Blackwell is a scary black man, apparently, so he has no hope in Hell of besting Strickland. Feel free to cast your vote for Bill Peirce in the gubernatorial race.

Ric Flair and Roddy Piper won the WWE Tag Team Titles last night. That's right. I said "WWE" and "last night". Not "NWA" and "1978". They didn't win them then, but I would have thought it more likely. Gotta love the youth movement in New York. You go, you young bucks!

Studio 60 on the Sunset Strip returns to NBC's lineup tonight after a hiatus in which Friday Night Lights was tried out in the timeslot. I urge everyone to give this show a chance, as it's on its last legs, and could use the support. 10 pm, NBC. You know, after Heroes, that show that people actually watch.

Don't you hate it when people borrow your Dawn of the Dead DVD and then have their phone disconnected? It's very, very disconcerting.

Anyway... until next time, GO VOTE. And also continue not watching WWE programming. Or TNA, for that matter. Come to think of it, wrestling is stupid.

Happy November!

OUTLANDER!!!! I HAVE YOUR WOMAN, OUTLANDER!

-Hi, folks. This is Andy Napier, comin' to you straight from the computer lab, rip rip rippin' it up while I wait for the bus to holla on by. But while I'm here, I'll catch you up.

-HMM IX was a fantastic success, as I stayed awake through seven of the eight films. Funky D took home the title of Most Imroved Marathoner, although I think he had that title in mind all along when he purposefully and maliciously fell asleep during Halloween 4 last year.

Jason fell asleep somewhere along the way and there was much jubilation. Especially from Ashley.

-Ohio State put a mollywhoppin' on Minnesota the next day, running up their record to 9-0, and bringing near the culmination of my WAGER~! with Davekwon. For those that don't know, at the beginning of the season, Dave and I made a bet over Ohio State's upcoming season. Should the Buckeyes win 10 games, Dave will have to wear an Ohio State baseball cap starting right then, going through the entirety of the off-season. Should Ohio State fail to win 10 games, I will have to wear a Michigan baseball cap for the same period of time. Ohio State has four contests left, including whatever bowl game they end up at. This means that they would have to lose all four of these upcoming games. So yes, Davekwon is a GREAT FOOL.

-The KOV + 1-1 went to see Pleeaseasaur (sp?) last night at Carabar, and he, as you may recall from THIS BLOG, rules. There were a couple of no-goodniks in the crowd from the band slated to play next that were upset about it getting late and his set not ending, but FUCK THOSE FUCKERS. That's right, The Hills Have Eyes. You are shitty. And I hate you. If DOUG~! ever found out such a horrendously shitty band was using this movie's name, he would DOUG~! up on you, no-selling all of your awful riffs and lyrics, then kill you with the power of SHOTGUNS.

On a positive tip, Dave and I went back to my place and stayed up until 6:30 this morning watching the live Ghost Hunters six hour investigation of that Shining hotel. CM Punk was a special guest, and he cracked wise all night long. It was fantastic. They didn't experience too much paranormal phenomena, but it was still fine programming, even if I did fall asleep at about six different points. Needless to say, I slept a very long time, pretty much right up until I had to leave for Italian class.

-So, this was a good blog, right? I'm going to try to get back to three or four times a week, but it's sometimes hard thinking of things to talk about. I'll TRY HARDER.

-Peace, Connecticut!

HMM IX

I don't know why Andrew asked me to write up hype for this thing, since everyone who's going to go is already going. Anyway, Dave has a Halloween Movie Marathon every year (this being the ninth straight), where we all watch every Halloween movie from start to finish (even III, though that's more an excuse for a Balderdash break). It will be a grand ol' time. Happy, Patton? Happy? HAPPY?

DeBarge.

A posthumous request

I've decided that when I die, if I'm still keeping this blog reasonably up to date, someone who knows me for realz should probably make a comment on the last entry to let people who don't know me for realz that I am in fact deceased. Thanks a lot. That is all.

Game Day

It's a Saturday in October, and that means the Buckeyes are getting ready to whoop up on somebody. In 1998, a then Number One ranked Ohio State squad was bewildered by a fourth quarter Spartan comeback, spoiling our chances at a national championship. This year we face a similar situation, except we're actually on Michigan State's turf this time. Jim Tressel is better at coaching up his squad for the big games than John Cooper ever was, so I have a lot of confidence that this won't mark the '06 squad's downfall. If I write a drunken, pissed off entry this evening, you'll know that my confidence was misplaced.

Tonight is the UFC ppv, and I believe that I'm going with Keith and April. Anyone else care to watch men hit one another at 10 pm? Middleweight title in the main event, with Rich "Ace" Franklin and Anderson "Spider" Silva. Should be raaaaaaaaad.

The KOV+1-1 (me, Davekwon, and Funky D) saw The Grudge 2 last night, and unlike the wretched Ring 2, this lived up to its predecessor. Saras Michelle Gellar's role isn't as big as I would have liked, but Amber Tamblyn picks up the slack just fine. I won't get into specifics because Keith will have a stroke if he reads a spoiler, but suffice to say, this was a perfectly fine horror movie. I love October.

Anyway, until next time, you... that's right, you there, have been blogged.

***********UPDATE*************
So, Ohio State rolled to an easy 38-7 victory.

Also, I'm not going to UFC because COTA hates me. Wack.

Lazy Wednesday (Oh Christ a Samberg pun)

I'm sitting here at the library (that'd be the learnin' one, not the drinkin' one), and I have an Italian class in two hours and fifty minutes. I should probably give myself a thirty minute cushion to get over to the building and get settled in and all, which makes it two hours and twenty minutes. Plus I have a little bit of last minute homework to get to, and that'll take twenty minutes or so. All right, I have two hours to sit here and bullshit. How long can I talk about nothing? I ask you! Let's find out!

Grudge 2 is still a 'go' as far as I'm concerned, though I have confirmation from only one other person. I'm very disappointed by this response. Part of it is my fault, as I was supposed to get a copy of Grudge-Gu to Keith and April on Saturday and utterly failed, so that's their excuse. The rest of you, two days away. Come on now. I saw Sarah Michelle Gellar on Live with Regis and Kelly this morning, and holy cow is she ever unengaging and vapid whilst doing the press gauntlet. I had planned on taping her Conan appearance tonight, but I may have to reconsider. I love her on Buffy and especially in The Grudge, but god damn, a bubble was burst.

Television is back, in case you didn't know. I'm watching Studio 60 on the Sunset Strip and The Class as far as new stuff goes. I'm trying to get into Ugly Betty and Help Me Help You, but they may be lost causes. Speaking of, I'm about three weeks behind on Bones, which breaks my heart as I love David Boreanaz and Emily DeSchanel, and it's not that the shows aren't engaging (eventually), but it really takes a good fifteen or twenty minutes for it to hook me, and I struggle. On the positive tip, Masterpiece Theater's presentation of Casanova is flippin' awesome so far. Part 1 should be replaying throughout this week, and Part 2 debuts on Sunday night, also with replays throughout the week of the 15th.

This is sort of the same topic, but I feel like it deserves its own paragraph, so that's what we'll do. Flavor of Love 2 is gearing up for its second season finale, and I am heartbroken. I have a feeling that this is the end for the Flavor Flav branded entertainment monolith that began a few years back on The Surreal Life, continued on into Strange Love, and finally morphed into the world's greatest dating show, Flavor of Love. Last season, the Jezebel HOOPS (or Hoopz, I don't remember), was the victor, beating out the world's greatest heel, New York. Hoopz turned out to be in it for the FAME, and left Flav after achieving a modeling contract or something. But this year, we're down to the final two, and it's Deelishis (or D.A.G. as Andrew likes to call her, for her resemblance to comedic actor David Allen Grier) up against the villainous New York, who returned mid-season in a shocking turn of events right out of a telenovela... or RAW. The problem with this is, neither of them are drop dead gorgeous enough to be a model, and they both seem to actually care about Flav (New York obsessively so), so I see either of these potential relationships lasting long enough to at least forestall production of a third season. This is very sad. VH1 has got to figure out something to feature Flav in if he actually finds true love here. If I don't have Flavor of Love, I ain't got no love at all.

You know what I listened to last night after getting home from the Ultimate Fighting dealy? Purple, by Stone Temple Pilots. I hadn't ever listened to any of their albums intently, and you know what? I'm never going to again. Fuck that album. It has that song from The Crow on it, and after I heard that I had a little flicker of recognition, but by that point I had been killed dead by Pretty Penny a couple tracks back, and there was no hope. I did it for you, Patton. And it was wack. I'm sure I'll get some rap about how Core and Tiny Music bookend this one shitty album, but I'm not buyin' into that hoodwink. I now know the REAL truth about STP. I haven't felt so enlightened since the most recent Chick Tract dropped. Come to think of it...

http://www.chick.com/reading/tracts/1032/1032_01.asp?wpc=1032_01.asp&wpp=a

Oh yes. It's season appropriate, too. This is what happens when you celebrate Halloween, evil ones!

Okay, I killed forty-five minutes. That's not bad. I might just go ahead and get that homework out of the way right now. Peace, Connecticut.

"I just love these cocktail weiners!"

I had a dream that I was pregnant, and my gym wasn't going to let me work out anymore because of it. This has nothing to do with anything, but it was total bullshit.

Do You Have a Grudge?

This is Kayako. And she's motherfucking coming for you!

Next Friday, October 13th, the greatest cinematic event of the year takes place as The Grudge 2 opens in a theater near you. For those who may not remember, The Grudge, or Grudge-Gu as it's become affectionately known in some circles, is a 2004 horror film about a cursed house. It was based on a much more confusing Japanese movie called Ju-On: The Curse. Davekwon and I watched the original, and indeed, we were not floored. The Grudge is however, near the top of both of our respective favorite horror movies lists. Just below Dawn of the Dead for me, just below Halloween for young David. This is lofty company to be in, I assure you.


An artist's rendering of a scene from The Grudge. The actual photograph would be far too terrifying to display here.

So basically... ante up, cool kids. Who's in?