Cripes All Friday... Saturday... Kennedy

I figured that now was as good a time as any for a redesign, and I must say, I LIKE IT. My number one goal is to lead a more interesting life in the latter half of 2007, thus giving me more things to post about. But how to kick off the third (fourth?) era of this blog? ...PICTURE PARTY!


Do I even need to caption some of these?


Again, what can be said? Dude was commanded to wank, apparently.


I fucking hate Ewoks. Have you ever seen "Caravan of Courage" or "Battle For Endor"? Fucking terrible. Dave, Chops, and Renkes all have big problems with my Ewok hatred. Fuck those guys. Ewoks suck.


He's NOT gay.


I hate most of these cat pictures, but for some reason, I can use this one.


This is incredible.


Stacy is still mad hot, and "Transformers" was a super cool movie.

On a closing note, fuck Chris Benoit. Hopefully that's the last time I'll mention it here.

PEACE!

Check this space on 07/07/07

UNDER CONSTRUCTION

BALLIN'

The Buckeyes need to adopt this as their logo.

It Is Finished

I'm home. Praise the Lord and pass the ammunition. More later. Too tired.


Me as a sleepy cat.

Eurotrip

Yes, Michelle. Free them... free the Trachtenbreasts.

Well, I'm off in a few hours, bound for the mighty and most worthy Federal Republic of Germany. Ten days of the ease and convenience of the Euro. I can't wait. I'll be taking copious notes and making every effort to bore you to tears while I'm overseas at Internet cafés, so I'll spare you a preview of all the art and culture and bullshit for now. What I'd like to address is what I'll be missing out on, though. I have a list. Okay, here we go.

1. Getting my new e-fed off the ground (NERD NERD NERD)

2. The release of The Hills Have Eyes 2 (now with less DOUG~!) and my fear that people will see it without me.

3. Next week's RAW and THE SUPERKICK OF FUCK that I'm sure is to come.

4. Playing through Shenmue again (this is something I can do at any time, but I just dug it out of a drawer and I'd been looking for time to get into it).

5. Next week's editions of America's Next Top Model and that "Be a Pussycat Doll" show that I haven't learned the name of yet.

6. Some of the final precious days of Jonathan's life.

7. The next seven episodes of Pardon the Interruption and the NCAA tournament analysis they would bring.

8. Oh, and the FUCKING FIRST FOUR ROUNDS OF THE NCAA TOURNAMENT. Woeful trip planning.

Hate hate hate.

Anyway, I'm off to the races. Go Bucks, go Cena, Go Diego, Go!

A Boy and His Dog

I was planning on posting something next week before I left for Europe, but something happened yesterday that I thought was worthy of mention.

In December of '05, I wrote about my good friend Ben and his passing away where he was stationed in Hawaii. It was a terrible thing to lose him so young, and I don't think a day has gone by since then that I haven't thought of him or his young wife and daughter.

Yesterday, Ben's dad Michael called and told me that Ben's dog Sparky had died. He was 15.

Sparky's always been connected to Ben in my mind. His sister got a cat, so Ben had a dog. It was his dog. Sparky slept in his room, he played with him, took him to the beach on vacations with us. The first three quarters of Ben's life, when I knew him best, they were inseparable when Ben was at home. So whenever my parents and I would go over to Charleston and visist Ben's parents this past year, it was nice to see Sparky, old and gray as he was, still beboppin' around. And now he's gone. And in a way, it feels like Ben's been taken all over again.

I don't want to get overdramatic about a dog, but I guess the two were just so connected in my mind that it was inevitable that I'd be a little teary about it. He was a really good dog, just a little Jack Russell that never hurt anyone and was a friend to Ben unconditionally. I'll miss him.

Thursday is RANDOM~!

*Watch The Office tonight. Michael and Jan are going public with their relationship at an office party, which seems like it could be fantastically uncomfortable/funny. Also, Jim meets Karen's ex, which is good times as well.*

*I'm never going to watch Dancing With the Stars (wouldn't even break the rule for Stacy Keibler), but hot damn they're making me think about it with the cast this season. IAN ZIERING, CLYDE DREXLER, and the mack daddy... JOEY FAT-ONE. Jesus. Why can't we get the Fat-One on Celebrity Fit Club? I could totally use that.*

*Ghost Rider made like 45 million dollars last weekend. Not a typo. FORTY-FIVE MILLION. For Ghost Rider. Seriously, was the world just waiting to embrace Nic Cage again? I mean, I'm happy that he finally got to do a superhero movie after all the false starts, especially considering the doomed Superman Reborn project with Tim Burton and Kevin Smith. But come on now. Why couldn't people have turned out in droves to see The Weather Man, an actual good movie? Granted, I haven't seen Ghost Rider, but Jesus Christ, IT'S GHOST RIDER. Are they that desperate to break out another character into a franchise? I demand a Quicksilver vehicle!*

*The Bashams (you know, "FROM COLUMBUS, OHIO... Doug and Danny... the BASHAMS!" are on their way to TNA to feud with the New Age Outlaws. Whatever. Good for them getting a pay check but wake me when Russo leaves.*

*I've determined that Amy Smart is the most strangely hot woman on the planet. Any time she pops up in a movie or TV show, my reaction is always, "Hey, it's Amy Smart. Look at her go." And I don't think much of it. And then, and this never fails, the longer she's in the program, the hotter she gets, to the point where I want to gnaw off my arm to get with her by the end of the episode/film. But the next time I see her in something, it starts all over. What's up with that? It may be that she just has a ton of charisma that comes across the screen really well and enhances her physical beauty very nicely. Hard to say.*

*The Cavs may be getting Mike Bibby inside the next hour and fifteen minutes of me typing these words. That would certainly be a boost, even if they had to give up Drew Gooden to achieve the goal. They're trying to make it happen, but the closer to the wire it gets, the less a chance there seems to be of Sacramento coming to terms with them.*

*Men at Work was a really good band, and Colin Hay is an amazing singer/songwriter as a solo act. These are things you need to know.*

Until next time, I have done my job and you've been blogged!

Soundtrack to a Blog Entry, Vol. 2

Earthquake Heart, The Dirtbombs

This has been a strange week. Two snowdays in a week is something I haven't had since high school, which at this point was at least six winters ago. It's not like the snowfall was apocalyptic or anything. Even Fairfield county had a couple of days off. If you take away their hardy farmer resolve, all they have left is racism. Poor Thurston.

Overkill, Colin Hay

My iPod continues to be the best thing that's ever happened to me, and this blog entry is in fact sponsored by the good people at Apple. I sure as fuck don't want to use your computers, but God damn do you make good appliances and whatnot.

I'm at a weird point where I still watch too much TV, see too many movies, and listen to too much music, but don't really feel the need to write about it. This makes maintaining The Blog quite the little challenge. I soldier on because what I fear the most is having no written legacy when I die (or alternately, have my hands chopped off).

Here Comes My Baby, Cat Stevens

Ring of Honor is officially a "go" for the 23rd. I am anticipating this show more than most for two reasons. One, it is one of Samoa Joe's final matches a full time performer with the company. TNA has recently pulled him from RoH, so this will be his last tour for the foreseeable future. In addition to that big event, my favorite professional wrestling promotion, Pro Wrestling NOAH (though WWE has been giving them a run for their money so far this year), is sending my favorite superheavyweight wrestler in the world, the awesome and chunky TAKESHI MORISHIMA. He will be in a "MAIN EVENT QUALITY MATCH" with TBA. Seeing as Samoa Joe and Homicide are booked, I have no idea who this so-called "main event quality" opponent is going to be, but if it's Morishima obliterating some jobber for ten minutes, that's fine too.

Closer, Joshua Radin

WSX Workrate Reports (or more likely, WSX EVERYTHING IS FANTASTIC Reports) are on their way. I've watched the second and third episode with Funky D, but haven't sat down alone and taken notes or anything, so I'm waiting until I do that. Yes, thank God I still enjoy writing about The Professional Wrestling. Once that's gone, I might as well throw in the towel. News is that episode 4 is TOO HOT FOR MTV, and they're either going to air it late at night or NOT AT ALL. It must involve piranhas. They certainly don't have a problem with explosions that could level a city block.

Lost Cause, Beck

I couldn't actually get anything on paper during this song. I was TRANSFIXED by its beauty. Let's try this again.

Talk Dirty to Me, Poison

That's more like it. I'm leaving for Europe in less than a month at this point. In fact, a month from today I will be in Germany, hopefully drinking some sort of German beer and thinking about banging out German bar maids. I am very excited. Not just for the potential bar maid banging. The entire trip, really. Germany, France, Italy. Useable. Mad useable. The useability of this excursion is off the chart. It cannot be measured. In units of useability, it broke the meter after reaching twoty-two DOUG~!s. That's how useable it is.

The Only Living Boy in New York, Simon & Garfunkel

Come to think of it, the only unuseable aspect of this trip is that it takes place at the beginning of the NCAA tournament. By the time I get back, it'll be down to the final four teams, I believe. This is most unacceptable. I need to find German, French, and Italian sports bars that are all about the collegiate hoops. Basketball is a global game. It's not like I'm trying to watch the Motor City Bowl in Japan or something.

Hold on Hope, Guided By Voices

Before I leave, I want to get together with people and get drunk in these United States. You know, for comparison's sake. Perhaps I'll try to get a movie night together for the first or second weekend in March. We can worry about that later. I haven't seen some people lately, though.

Are You Out There, Dar Williams

Like Franz: January 16th

Or Ashley: January 5th

Or Davekwon: January 30th

Or Lucas: January 20th

Or Adam: another January 5th

Or Lee Money: January 29th

Or Kehn: Whatever that day we saw the lamentable Borat was.

Still, it's been a while for some of these folks. I know everyone has busy lives and work schedules that are at cross purposes with one another, but I'm going to try harder to spend time with people.

Happy Go Lucky Me, Paul Evans

A fitting song to go out on, I think. I'll be writing you all again very soon. Have a good day and be good to each other.

No Appeal

Get it? It's the opposite of "Mass Appeal" and also a description of my blog.

This Barely Even Looks Like Seth Rogen, but... WANT TO SEE

That's an opening day ticket buy right there, folks.