Wrestling Night HYPE

Before that, though, to get it out of the way...


OHHHHH THE FINAL COUNTDOWN

Sorry. But yes, THE AMERICAN DRAGON Bryan Danielson is your new GHC (Global Honored Crown) junior heavyweight champion for the Pro Wrestling NOAH promotion. He won the title on a Ring of Honor show last night (this morning) in Tokyo. YAY DRAGON.

Now, onto Tuesday night, which is in fact WRESTLING NIGHT. Sadly, the only lucha tape I could find (AAA's When Worlds Collide pay per view show from 1994) is in very poor shape and is pretty much unwatchable. That does give me an excuse to finally get a copy on DVD though, so there's your silver lining. Anyhow, I'm pretty sure I'm still missing a big box o' tapes, but have no idea where they are right now, so it looks like lucha is out for this month. Luckily, WWE 24/7 has come along to save the day by uploading the 1992 SURVIVOR SERIES PAY PER VIEW!


If this poster doesn't sell you on the show, I don't know what to tell you.

This is actually a rare early '90s WWF show that I've never seen before, so I'm pretty amped about it. Not to mention that the billed main event doesn't even take place! That's right, Ultimate Warrior presumably LOST HIS MIND and quit the company before the event but after the promotional posters were created! So we get Mr. Perfect replacing him in the tag team match and an ACTUAL main event of BRET HART VERSUS SHAWN MICHAELS FOR THE WWF TITLE! IN 1992! HOLY HOT DAMN! The downside to this pay per view is that there is only one actual Survivor Series elimination match, so that's a bummer. Still, old timey wacky WWF goodness, and a nice followup to our last feature, which was the Royal Rumble show from earlier in the same year.

ALSO, if anyone is feeling up to it after the main attraction (and if Keith remembers to bring it), I was thinking that a screening of this could be in order.


"He pushes that gay/homophobic button, and he pushes it hard" - Bret Hart

It's been ages since I've seen this movie, and it really is one of my favorite documentaries ever, so I'm also excited for that.

It's just nice to be excited about ANYTHING right now, I'll say that. Ohio State gets blown right out of California and I don't bat an eyelash. Andrew asks me if I want to go see the Dirtbombs and I barely shrug. But give me a 1992 WWF pay per view and I'm on it like kittens on a bottle of formula.

With that said, I think it may be time for another feeding. OUT!

Gimme a Break

Sadly, the days of me being able to rock out more than thirty days of continuous content may be over. There just aren't enough Jenna Fischer pictures that I haven't exploited. SORRY.


Gimme a Break. Nell would want you to.

On October 3rd of 2007, which you'll note is almost a year ago, I wrote about how Dave had placed the movie Flight of the Living Dead atop his NetFlix queue. I have to assume that he did not do this, because it arrived in his mailbox yesterday. Better late than never, I say. Especially in this case, because Flight of the Living Dead RULED.


BEWARE MIRROR ZOMBIES

There are two things that could have made this movie better. One, it should have been directed by Kids in the Hall alum Scott Thompson. Two, I forget what the second thing was, but I'm sure Amanda or Lucas will remind me. Despite these shortcomings (one of which was so small I don't even remember it), I can't recommend it enough. One out of one seatbelted kung fu zombies gives it a small chunk of human flesh up!


INDEPENDENCE FOR QUEBEC!

Oh, and before I forget, one of the heroes is the villain from Kindergarten Cop.


This movie is perfect.

Broin' Down XVI went down on Tuesday, and I'd have to call it a giant success. Perhaps even a... GREAT success.


Better than you

Official roster for the RepuBROcan Convention was as follows: Adam (Uncle), Adam (Young), Andrew, Andy, Dave, Franz, Keith, Lucas, and Nate. Nice turnout this month, as we grow ever closer to maximum occupancy.

Now... how to wrap this up...


Welcome home, blog nation. Welcome home.

6:40 am update. I have not slept. This is not for lack of trying. I went outside about thirty minutes ago, watered the potted plants, played with the kittens, and now I'm writing this addendum. I'm not really sure why. I think I'm going to go watch the sunrise. Peace.

Under the Wire

Just some quick notes to take you out here tonight.

Broin' Down XVI: RepuBROcan Convention (credit to Uncle Adam on the subtitle this month) is Tuesday, so uh... come out and bro at 7pm!

I played Castlevania IV for a while today, or in other words, WON AT LIFE. That game is awesome. However, there's one enemy that I just can't get behind. I can put up with horse heads attacking you in the stables, or plants coming from the ground to swallow you up, but hedgehogs? Konami dropped the ball (NO PUN INTENDED) with this villain.

I so need Symphony of the Night.

Um... what else... former UFC middleweight champion Evan Tanner was found dead in the mountains today. He was pretty awesome, so that sucks.

Hm... there are kittens in my backyard. They are adorable.

Also, Blair said "Oh my effin' God" tonight on Gossip Girl, which has rallied from a stumble at the end of last season and a weak showing in last week's premiere. It's won my heart once again.

Unhappy Hour

I went down to Ruby's for the first Browns game of the season this afternoon, and I'll say this: I don't like 4:00 pm games. It's just a weird time to start drinking on a Sunday. 1:00 pm is perfect. I can wake up, get ready, go down to the bar, order up a few chili dogs and wash them down with hearty pitchers of Labatt. Then I can spend the rest of the day sobering up and winding down. Throwing that off by three hours sends my entire world into chaos. Not to mention that the Browns were absolutely mugged by the Cowboys this afternoon, which I also blame on the start time.

Is it 34 yet?

Kind of a lousy day, health wise, so this will be brief.

And... there it was!

This is my Friday update. DEAL WITH THAT

Here I am again, on my own. Except, I'm here at Franz's, where I'm watching (sort of) a Michael Caine movie with (from left to right) Lee, Lucas, Franz, Amanda and Kristy. Mostly I'm just drinking Miller Lite and typing away on another man's keyboard. It's like MAGIC. THE GATHERING. OF LIFE. AND SUCH. Also, I went to Cousin Annie's with Funky D tonight, but sadly, the Future Ex Mrs. Napier was not there. Though she WILL be going to the LITTLE ART THEATER for the HORROR MARATHON, which you other jerks are not going to. JERKS. I love you all, JERKS. And so on. I might have found out something that upset me tonight, but I'm not one hundred percent certain. I'm trying to ignore it, but I can't get it out of my brain. POSSIBILITIES~! Hate, hate, hate. Speaking of hate, I hate music. All music. I just can't stand any music at all. It's like symphonic evil. Rap, rock, country, classical, ska, reggae, queercore, and everything between. It's all terrible. It's not all the same. It just sucks in a bunch of different, many-splendored ways. I can't help that I'm custom-made. I can't help it, but I'll tell ya this. I can't help that I look good, smell good, and can dance-all-night-long. WOOOOOOOO!

The Obligatory Thursday Update

We're still a few weeks away from the start of The Office's fifth season, so Thursdays can BLOW me until then. Season Four came out on DVD this week, so time to go sell plasma or something.

Another reminder about the Little Art Theater's Horror Marathon on the night of Saturday, October 25th, lasting until the early afternoon of Sunday, October 26th. It's in Yellow Springs, so a pleasant hour long drive from Columbus, and we'll probably stop at that awesome dairy on the way there. Tickets are $25 and it's still at this point just me, Dave, and Erin, so we could definitely use some company. Contact me ASAP if you're interested.

I unplugged my cable box, waited twenty seconds, and then plugged it back in. Like magic, all my Flair content was at my fingertips. Good times. I think I'm going to go watch him and Roddy Piper from MSG right now. Peace!

Last night, he said "Keep your Power Glove off of her!"

I watched The Wizard with Davekwon and Franz tonight. What more needs to be said?



Oh, well, I need Lucas's VISION t-shirt, obviously. Other than that, NOTHING MORE TO BE SAID. THIS MOVIE RULES THE WORLD.

WWE 24/7 Ruined My Life and Two Other Things That Happened Yesterday

September is Ric Flair month on WWE 24/7. I have WWE 24/7 and I love Ric Flair. This should be the thing for me. Unfortunately, it is now officially September 2nd, and it's still the same old August content. I don't want to watch a Maple Leaf Gardens house show from 1986 again. Once was more than enough, believe me. I don't need to take another pass at the Hall of Fame retrospective of Ivan Putski. I WANT MY RIC FLAIR CONTENT. I swear to God, if I find out that they're just not going to air any of it because he's gone from the company, I will... do absolutely nothing of note, but I guarantee I will whine about it some more on this here blog.

We had the summer birthday spectacular yesterday, and it was totally fun. I think staying away from human beings for two days made it easier. Annie and I are still resolute in our bitterness over being passed over back in January.

I finally saw the last episode of Home Movies last night. It depressed me. I don't know what else to say, really. I hate Fenton. There.

Being Keith Jacksonvich

A bunch of my family is coming over this evening for summer birthday acknowledgments (which cousin Annie and myself did not get in the winter, I'd like to add), and this should be interesting. I've been very intentionally avoiding human interaction for the bulk of this weekend, and don't actually feel like hanging out with a bunch of my kin. Maybe I'll come around once presented with the prospect of cake. I will endeavor to not be a sour, surly sack of sadness for a couple of hours.