Nirdu is The House

The thing about being descended primarily from English protestant settlers is that your ethnic background is absolutely boring. You tend to not care about your heritage at all and only see your family in terms of who is alive right now. There is also a wide separation between Americans of English descent and Englishman. Now this is not the case for anyone of any other descent at all. From the French to the Russians to the Italians to the Africans to the Chinese, they can all in some way tie back to their culture. They can look at it and say, "Yeah, I have a heritage I can be proud about," where English descendants look at the English and say, "Fuck those limey fags."

Since I don't care to celebrate my English ancestry, I'm going to start randomly adopting other ethnicities and embracing them as my own. I'm going to start proclaiming myself of various descent and champion my heritage du jour. I may be Nigerian today, Portugese tomorrow, and Malay the day after. Whenever someone asks me what I am, I'll give them a completely random answer depending on the first country that comes to mind.

So I bid you good day, my fellow Swedes.

MERRY KRUNKSMASS EVER'BODY!



In between getting shit and eating shit with la familia right now. All I gots to say is I got almost everything I wanted. Some things you can never get. But I got my white iPod. White iPod, white man. Yeah, who called it.

It sort of bothers me that I haven't been able to really hit a groove with this website in a year of operation. An effective readership of one, and posts that are meaningless. I use this blog to just vomit my meaningless thoughts onto the internet. I wanted to create an interesting site of some sort, yet I am clearly not able to do such a thing. There is no point to all of these posts. I will continue to search for a meaning for this blog, try and improve it, but probably end up posting the same worthless rubbish.

I promise to try and go a week not mentioning Antonio Inoki, Kenta Kobashi, Samoa Joe or Bob Sapp.

Damn Bob Sapp & Antonio Inoki vs Kenta Kobashi & Samoa Joe would be a great match...

Fuck, that didn't even last one second. Humour.
I promise less shitty posts. I promise more high-quality posts.

SATOSHI KOJIMA IN A TURBAN!

YEEEEEEEEEESSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!

Michael J. Fox has made it clear that he wants to make a fourth Back to the Future movie! JUST LIKE I'VE BEEN DEMANDING FOR YEARS! In this one he will play Marty McFly at his own age, and he will play the crazy doctor character.

While it's still just in talks now, there is no way this shouldn't be started right away.


...I suppose I couldn't live without this site, so I'll keep updating with meaningless posts. Same as always!

Just have a couple quick things to say. The Irish rule. Inoki is insane. Hate rules. Free shit rules. Cowardice sucks. Samoa Joe is god. Kenta Kobashi is god. I want a job. I want to go to Japan. oddtodd.com is hilarious. I hate not having a distinct ethnicity. I wish I took better pictures. Uber opinionated people suck. Nigel and Gerald and friends rule.

Antonio Inoki... the boardgame!


Antonio Inoki has begun construction on a shrine in Tokyo where people can go to worship him. He also plans to run wrestling shows at this shrine. That, my goons, is simply insane. He expects people to worship him, to follow his fighting spirit. Now I have to go there, simply for the sheer insanity of it all.

That is all.

One year ago to the day I started this blog. I'm not sure whether it was out of sheer boredom, some sort of interest, a grand vision, or what that made me start this blog. I honestly never expected to make it to the one year mark, hell I never expected to make it to the one month mark. Yet somehow this "website" managed to capture my attention and I kept it going.

I haven't really hit a major stride or garnered an audience of any sort. I don't have a theme, I just post whatever is on my mind when I go to post. I don't post about what's going on in my life, mainly because I never wanted this to be one of those kind of blogs. I very, very rarely post anything political, mainly because I'm never sure exactly where I stand on an issue. I flip-flop more than a magic flip-flop machine. I just post sort of funny entries, wrestling thoughts, and some hobby/sports thoughts. Nothing too heavy.

I have had all kinds of interesting hits on my blog. For a period I was the number one Yahoo! search for Bryan Danielson and also for Kenta Kobashi. I've had hits from all over the world, from Saudi Arabia to Sweden to Chile. The most hits I've ever gotten in a single day was a measly 45 on my birthday, which was interesting.

The period covered in this blog was quite an interesting time. It was a roller-coaster. Ups, downs, disappointments, depressions, near-happiness, anger, and shitloads more. The 2005 year was damn eventful for sure, though the summer months were slow. All of that would be for a different blog, not this one.

This is the end. This one year experiment in blogging was... well it was something. I don't know what, but it was something. I'm done for now, I see no need to keep this blog alive. I'll post my Wrestling Awards 2005 in January, but that'll be the end of Nirdu is the House.

I leave you with a picture of the greatest farewell ever...




Until Japan...

...and we are fucked. The draw for the 2006 World Cup in Germany happened yesterday, and it didn't go to well for the United States. We drew into Group E against Ghana, Italy, and the fucking Czech Republic. The Czech squad is ranked second in the world. Italy is ranked 12th. We are ranked eigth. Ghana is a throwaway team. We drew one of the most difficult groups in the competition. Since only two teams will advance from this group, we are looking at some real tough competition come next summer.

Even if the US manages to take a second place position behind another team, we would then have to face the winner of Group F in the next round. Since that is Brazil's group, everyone already knows the winner of Group F. The United States MUST take first place in the group stage to have any hope of winning this cup.

The United States NEEDS this win. Soccer is nothing in this country, but a major international victory like this would boost the sport greatly. The recentish Los Angeles vs New England MLS final was sparsely attended and barely watched. I watched, hoping "my" team would win the final but they didn't.

Come on United States, pump yourself up for a major series of victories. Settle for nothing less than third, but shoot for first. We have a chance, for the first time ever we have a legitimate chance to take home the World Cup. I will watch EVERY USA game in the Cup, LIVE. I will be cheering our team on to victory from thousands of miles away.

(No, I don't usually cheer for us in any sport. But most Americans hate this sport, and we are major underdogs. Plus the rest of the world hates us in this sport. That leads to automatic US support.)

I always knew the Japanese people were really fucked up. I mean from our perspective of course, I'm sure they see themselves as quite normal. I know better. Take for example Razor Ramon Hard Gay. This guy dresses up in extremely tight, leather shorts and other basic gay biker gear. He then runs around Tokyo and freaks the shit out of people randomly on the street. I downloaded a bunch of these videos from theditch, and despite the absolute insanity of what I was seeing I couldn't help laughing. He just randomly ran up to people on the street and started grinding into them. He's like a refined version of Party Boy. Except he follows people home and dresses up their parents in the same stuff he's wearing. Then he harasses children on the street and humps their parents. He's like Nigel and Gerald light. He's a fucking cultural icon over there.

Oh, and apparently he's a wrestler too. He's in a devestating feud in HUSTLE against Yngling the Erotic Terrorist. He also holds a victory over Toshiaki Kawada. Yeah, Ganso Bomb Kawada.
Here he is in his HUSTLE gear.

Antonio Inoki has issued a declaration of war against Cameroon. From his private Inoki Island in Palau, Inoki has stated that Cameroon didn't have enough "fighting spirit". Inoki followed that up by saying he would "infuse the spirit of Inoki" in all residents of the African nation. With his army of New Japan dojo graduates in tow, Inoki has built his own plane and plans on paratrooping into the Cameroon capital of Yaounde.

This is phase 1 of "Inoki Plan I: Revenge Baba", which is Antonio Inoki's revenge plan to doublekill Giant Baba. It is expected Inoki will try and conquer what he refers to as the "four gates of ultimate fighting energy". With one gate supposedly in Cameroon he has attempted to infuse fighting spirit in the country in order to activate the gate.

He is expected to attempt to target the Jewish Autonomous Oblast in Russia, the Isle of Man and Trinidad and Tobago next as those are where the other gates supposedly exist. When all the gates are active, Inoki has stated he will ascend to heaven and challenge Giant Baba to the "Ultra Hyper Battle Infinity Power Plus Revenge Tour: King vs Strength," battle.


Inoki raping a young model

The power of reading, my little minions, is quite strong. Since I have recently not been sleeping too much (here's hoping I don't have an alterego that takes over while I suffer from "insomnia" and commits crimes while I supposedly "can't sleep", gets jobs, and starts fight clubs) I have taken to reading when I can't sleep. I have since read about six or seven books in this period. It helps me get some sleep on certain nights.

What have I read you demons wish to know?
A Feast for Crows - Really great book, but leaves you wanting more at the end
Two Lives of Charlemagne - Well written (or translated) for books 1200 years ago
Agricola - Crap
The Puppet King - Crap
Slaughterhouse Five - As great as ever
Fields of Fire - Really great book about soldiers in Vietnam
Art of War - In the process of reading this one

The lack of sleep doesn't bother me, I mean who sleeps anyway? Watching the sunrise is always great, and dawn is my favorite part of the day. Or maybe dusk is the best. I should make the fuckers fight it out in a battle to the death to determine the champ.

In a month I have to decide the Wrestling Awards 2005. I have some ideas of top conteders for most categories, but others are a hard call. There's still a month left, so there's still time for some surprises to affect my awards. We shall see.

Artie Ziff: Doesn't your father ever read to you?
Lisa Simpson: He tried once, but he got confused and thought the book was real. He's still looking for that chocolate factory, it consumes him.