Almost Forgot... PREDICTIONS!

UFC 75 is tonight, so I figure I might as well make some picks. I went 2 for 2 on predictions for the last show, although neither were in the fashion that I guessed. Even so, I got the winners right!



Here we go!

Light heavyweight unification bout: Quinton "Rampage" Jackson versus Dan "Hollywood" Henderson

PICK: Quinton Jackson by decision. I don't think it will be a god awful boring decision though. Should be pretty darn good.

Light heavyweight bout: Matt "The Hammer" Hamill versus Michael "The Count" Bisping

PICK: Michael Bisping by 2nd round KO. I worry a little bit about Hamill out-wrestling him, but I think that my father of the past year or so (BLOGTINUITY!), spurred on by his countrymen raucously cheering for him, will manage to render one or two more of Hamill's senses useless.

Heavyweight bout: Mirko Cro Cop versus Cheick Kongo

These guys don't need nicknames. Their own last names ARE their nicknames. That's how heavyweights get down, apparently. Anyway...

PICK: Cro Cop by terrifying, highlight reel KO, first round. He will NOT be caught sleeping at the wheel again.

You already got TWO Jenna pics today, you lucky so and sos, but it IS an entry, so you'll get something. Season 4, episode 1 SPOILER PIC!


Well, they're at least on speaking terms. We know that much.

Paz Vega Wins

Sex and Lucia is the greatest film I've ever seen in my entire life. Take that, Dawn of the Dead. Later on, Shawshank Redemption. Eat dust, Santa With Muscles. Do you know what none of these films have that Sex and Lucia has in spades? PAZ VEGA NAKED FOR THE ENTIRE MOVIE. I caught this on the ol' Independent Film Channel, and the movie does not fuck around. She's stripped bare within minutes, and is in various states of undress for most of the rest of the film. Absolutely amazing. Plus, this was six years ago when she was all of 25. I actually made sure to watch the movie beyond rewinding the sex scenes over and over again and it's really a heck of a story as well. Just... naked. Five star entertainment. Rent it immediately. And it's an art film, so you don't have to hide it with your porn.


Gobsmacked.

THREE DAYS until Broin' Down 4: ABROmatherapy! I know I keep changing the capitalization rules, but I don't care. My blog.

RULES OF BROIN'

Rule Number One: NO GURLZ ALLOWED. This is broin' down, not hoin' down. You can do that on your own time.

Rule Number Two: Speaking of GURLZ, they are either a ONE or a TWO. No exceptions.

Rule Number Three: Six bros are company, ten bros are a sausage fest.

I don't want Jenna to think I'm turning on her or anything with the Paz Vega love. It's a passing thing, I'm sure. You're the only one for me, baby.


Oh come on, baby. Look at me. You believe me, don't ya?


That's it, girl. You know I lovvvvvvvve you.

This was in no way a cheap attempt to shoehorn in an extra wacky Jenna pic that doesn't really fit in anywhere else. IN NO WAY.

She don't know karate

And now, time for the return of one of my favorite features!

A Word With Cody McLaughlin!

...

This has been A Word With Cody McLaughlin.

Haven't talked to the dude lately. Sue me.

Kehn, you need to watch all of The Office. We'll talk. We'll work it out. Don't worry.

FOUR DAYS until BROIN' DOWN 4: ABROmatherapy!

RULES OF BROIN'

Rule Number One: NO GURLZ ALLOWED. This is broin' down, not hoin' down. You can do that on your own time.

Rule Number Two: Speaking of GURLZ, they are either a ONE or a TWO. No exceptions.

Here is a prime example of a '2'.


Jenna Fischer: A purple belt in winning my heart!

What a Bunch of Dicks THEY Turned Out to Be

This is probably the biggest "no duh" thing I'm ever going to write on this blog, but man... the entertainment media are a bunch of jerks.

My sweet Jenna is going through a separation and all they can do it be glib and quippy. The worst offender by far is AIM Today's take: "Hey 'Office' Fans, Pam Is Single!" DICKS. I hereby declare this to be the FINAL mention of the separation by me on this here blog o' mine. Sometimes a man has to take a stand! I was planning on going to California around this time originally anyway though... who needs a savings account, right? O-VER-RA-TED!

Oh, I almost forgot. The NEW countdown. It is now... wait for it... ready? FIVE DAYS until Broin' Down 4: ABROmatherapy at Ruby Tuesday. Commemorate September 11th the way your nation would want you to: getting drunk and angry at people who have never done anything to you! I will go over the five rules of broin' down to prepare any newbies for what is to come.

Rule Number One: NO GURLZ ALLOWED. This is broin' down, not hoin' down. You can do that on your own time.

The rest will have to wait.

Oh, more things. I keep remembering stuff. Speaking of Ruby's, first Browns game at 1pm on Sunday against the mighty Steelers of Pittsburgh. Come throw chairs (the rumor isn't true!) and hoot and holler with me, Funky D, Fern and the rest of the wacky crew. Now that he's been cut, I expect more "DORRRRRRRRRRSEYYYYYYYY" chants than ever before once Phillip J. Frye starts chuckin' up pick sixes. Hollllllller.

The night before is UFC... uh... 75? I could check this, but I'm pretty sure it's 75. Title versus title with Quinton "Rampage" Jackson defending his UFC Light Heavyweight Title against Dan Henderson and his PRIDE Middleweight Title. Same weight class, just different title names. Don't ask me. Also, it's Michael "The Count" Bisping getting ready to punch the hearing back into aurally challenged wrestling phenom Matt Hamill. In London. WOOOOO! Should be a good time at Out-R-Inn or wherever we end up watching this joint.

Okay, I'm done this time. And don't get used to these two posts a day either. Special occasion!


So out of my league it isn't funny. Luckily I have a REALLY specific sense of humor.

Thrown 4 A Loop!

(Credit to DJ Ops on the SCOOPZ!)

Um... I feel weird. Jenna and her husband are splitting up. I... is this my hour? Do I fly to LA and begin stalking her in actuality? It's a confusing time to be in love, my friends. Particularly with a beautiful, unattainable celebrity. Obviously I have no idea what went down, but I guess if I'm going to swoop in and marry her I should get to it before Krasinski makes his inevitable move. I'll be back with more later today (THAT'S RIGHT, 2 UPDATES N 1 DAY!)


This?

OR


This?

Six of one, half dozen of the other as far as I'm concerned! My moment is now! Of course, I'm also drunk and it's 1:30. We'll see how I feel after sleep and work. Excelsior!

One Day With Nothing to Look Towards

I feel directionless without the countdown. Thankfully, this is the only day without one. You might even say... ONE DAY until the next countdown. Good grief. Let's see how this goes.


Want please.

CM Punk beat John Morrison to win the ECW Title on yesterday's episode. This show was taped on Saturday night, in Cincinnati I believe. So, the crack WWE production team had three whole days to edit the show, to tighten it up to fit within the one-hour time slot afforded the ECW program. They failed. I always set ECW to record until five minutes after the hour to allow for the normally live show to run over by a couple of minutes. Even this did not allow me to see the end of the title match. Good work, WWE. You suck. How do I really know that CM Punk won? Am I supposed to take your word for it? Not likely after this insane summer.


Is the man on the left the ECW Champion? I may never truly know.

I still use my Dreamcast a lot. I worry that it's going to die, and I'm not sure where I'd be then. I still have a draft of a blog entry (that I thankfully never had to complete) from the time the ol' girl looked to be on her last legs. It was seriously touch and go for a while there. But she pulled through, and it's been pretty smooth sailing since. That was November 5th, 2005 according to the time stamp on the draft, and that's nearly two years. My Dreamcast is getting long in the tooth, that's for sure. Franz's crapped out ages ago. I wonder if Sega will ever get back in the console game. It seems inevitable at some point. I just wish it would be sooner rather than later.

That'll do, Whirry. That'll do.

There's this movie coming out soon called Run, Fatboy, Run. It stars Simon Pegg as a transplanted Brit who has to run a marathon to win back the woman he loves. If that plot wasn't stupid enough, it's directed by David Schwimmer. Yes, THE David Schwimmer. Yet I want to see this film. Maybe it's just complete confidence in Simon Pegg, or residual F*R*I*E*N*D*S fandom, but I want to see it! This is going to end up like The Last Kiss, where I make it clear that I want to see it, and then can't find anyone to see it with me. Thank God I started hanging out with Annie or I never would have seen License to Wed.


Saturn Awards!

The Final Countdown

We're leaving together

But still it's farewell

And maybe we'll come back

To earth, who can tell?

I guess there is no one to blame

We're leaving ground

Will things ever be the same again?

IT'S THE FINAL COUNTDOWN!

It's strange and kind of sad that it's all over. That's right, folks. ZERO DAYS until The Office Season Three is purchased by ME. Thankfully, an all new countdown begins on Thursday. Until then, enjoy your own third season sets that I'm sure you're getting ready to buy right now!

Broken back and all, let's hope Jenna brings her A-game on those commentaries.

Giddy With Anticipation

TEEHEE!


OHMYTEEHEE!

And now... the dilemma. Yes, it's a Dundie and a Dwight bobble head. But Target has their own set which includes an extra disc with a Q&A with the cast from the Museum of Television and Radio. WHY DO THEY MAKE THINGS SO DIFFICULT!? It may not sound like much, but I've seen those Q&A's before for other shows, and they're pretty awesome. I HATE YOU TARGET. Not as much as Dave does, but I HATE YOU.

ONE DAY until The Office Season Three is out in an agonizing number of fashions. Pray for me.


I have no idea what is going on in this picture, but I'm not sure that I like it.

Short Form Sunday

Looks like Randy Orton was not among those suspended after all. YAY RANDY!

Last night was Labatt and Bud Light at Annie's. It was like a Broccasion without a bar. Pretty snazzy.

I'm in a rush, but wanted to make sure that September didn't start off badly with me missing a day almost immediately.

So remember this: I know a little 'bout bloggin' and I can guess the rest.



Just TWO DAYS until this beautiful thing comes into my life. The Office Season Three on DVD that is. I'm still waffling over whether I should somehow get to a 24 hour superstore tomorrow at midnight, or wait the extra few hours and spend the extra ten bucks for the super duper gift set. I have a feeling that my decision will come DOWN TO THE WIRE.


Andrew is here as I'm writing this caption. I blame him for my lack of imagination. What up, Jenna?

Game Plan

Due to the utter failure at life of the Big Ten Network, I'll be listening to the game on the radio while swimming at Jason's house. That actually doesn't sound like a bad option at all, but Renkes and Chops are actually GOING. Whatever. It's Youngstown State. Buckeyes should be forced to spot them 50 points just for being I-AA.

Halloween was okay. I had a few problems with it, and truth be told if it had been a courtroom drama as opposed to a horror movie I'd probably be much harsher about the problems I did have. But it's not, so I won't. Ya know?

I saw Three Amigos last night at Renkes' after some grillin' and chillin'. I'm not 100% sure, but I think it was the first time I'd ever watched that particular movie. Jason, about 3/4 of the way through, declared it to be a better film than Blazing Saddles. Blasphemy. Chops seemed unsure. He'll be rounded up as well when the revolution comes, just for having doubt.

I just pictured the Blazing Saddles revolution, and it's pretty lame to be honest. Totally not honoring the film properly. A bunch of old, Jewish men and then an army of 18-35 year old nerds. Fierce. Whatever though, it's a damn sight better than Three Amigos. And Chevy Chase is terrible. I know saying that is like pissing on a corpse at this point, but seriously, that guy sucks. And don't give me any weak rap about the Vacation movies either. Much like the argument about how you could have stuck any number of guys in Hulk Hogan's spot in the '80s and WWF would have been just as successful, there are probably half a dozen comedic actors at the time who could have easily stepped into Clark Griswold's shoes just as well if not better than Chase. Except unlike the WWF theory, mine is true. Kerry Von Erich was never going to be Hulk Hogan.


HACK!

It's Saturday. You know what that means? THREE DAYS until The Office Season Three scorches the terrain with its awesomeness.


Elegant even in a throw rug.