Nirdu is The House

I know I haven't posted in a long friggin' time. I've been a bad blogger. I've had a lot to say about so many different subjects, I just didn't feel like blogging. I'm well aware of how long I've been away, but I'm sure my 3-4 readers can forgive me.

Anyway, I spent last night watching my brother's band play at The Underground in Bangor. His band, The Scumbags, was good. It's different hearing them live on stage as opposed to drifting up through the heating vents from the cellar. They were actually getting some people in the crowd to get into their music. Trevor was a decent frontman and actually pulled the crowd in. I got in for free because I was the band's "photographer". Sweet deal. Even though half the pictures I took were blurry because crazy bitches kept jumping in front of my camera.
The band that came on after they were done was just fucking awful. Luckily we were already packing and getting the hell out of there, because the next band literally sounded like 1000 babies screaming while someone punched a drum with no rythmic beat.





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P. Diddy: If I had my way, I'd never work. I'd just stay home all day, watch Scarface 50 times, eat a turkey sandwich, and have sex all fucking day. Then I'd dress up like a clown, and surprise kids at schools. Then I'd take a dump in the back of a movie theater, and just wait until somebody sat in it. Hear it squish. That's funny to me. Then I'd paint, and read, and play violin. I'd climb the mountains, and sing the songs that I like to sing. But I don't got that kinda time.

CHRISTIAN CAGE WON THE NWA WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT TITLE!

The oldest world title belongs to the most deserving wrestler. The glass ceiling has been shattered and Christian Cage is through to the next level. After always being overlooked in the 'E', he jumped ship to the red-hot TNA promotion and won one of the most prestigous championships in wrestling. No longer will he be an "almost there" kind of guy. He is there, he is the champion.

I have never been so happy in such a short period of wrestling, except maybe the Eddie/Benoit months as champion. But this is FOUR titles. WWE Championship, World Heavyweight, NWA World Heavyweight & GHC Heavyweight. If only Cena hadn't won the belt BACK, I'd be happier... wrestling wise.

2006 - The Year of ECK (Edge, Christian, Kurt)

post scriptum (not a quote) - 15-page papers suck arse. Thrown on top of 5-page papers and a comprehensive food plan thing... I hate classes.

Yesterday was quite a wretched day. I was pretty much trapped in bed all day being sick. I don't know what it was, whether it was like a one day flu or something. I'm all better now, it's just yesterday was really bad. I must've slept like 50% of the time. I wanted to sleep so my damn stomach would calm down and stop hurting. As I was left unable to do anything, it was also a very boring day. I watched a couple of ECW matches from my new ECW dvd, but couldn't concentrate and shut it off.

Anyway that was yesterday, today is today.

Ring of Honor ran their supposed "biggest show ever" yesterday. It wasn't their biggest ever, but it sounded pretty damn cool. First, and most importantly, of all... CM PUNK RETURNED TO WRESTLE!!!!!!!! I think I speak for everyone when I say holy shit. He main evented teaming with Bryan Danielson to face Adam Pearce(?) and Jimmy Rave. Xavier also returned (*yawn*) and got his long awaited title match. He lost by DQ. Another big story out of that show is that TNA made several of the wrestlers it uses skip the show. 'Cide, Lethal and Shelley all skipped the show. And Shelley had a title shot! A bad sign of things to come.

Marge: Can we get rid of this Ayatollah tee-shirt? Kohmehni died years ago.
Homer: But Marge, it works on any Ayatollah! Ayatollah Nakhbadeh, Ayatollah Zahedi... Even as we speak, Ayatollah Razmara and his cadre of fanatics are consolidating their power!

The Winter Olympics started today or yesterday or something, and I've gotta tell you... I really don't care.

The winter games are so boring! The luge/bobsled stuff is kind of interesting, but the rest of it is just downright boring. I know I won't be watching any of this. It's all either skiing or ice dancing. These things are only popular at the Olympics. It's not like there is a wealth of talent and competition outside of the Olympics. I assure you I will watch maybe one bobsled race or something, but I will not be able to get into this like I will the Summer Olympics. Those are actually interesting, with dozens of completely different competitions.

Proximo: He knows to well how to manipulate the mob.
Maximus: Marcus Aurelius had a dream that was Rome Proximo. That is not it. That is not it!
Proximo: Marcus Aurelius is dead Maximus. We mortals are but shadows and dust. Shadows and dust Maximus!

Pro Wrestling NOAH is getting ready to take the world by storm, starting with the USA. In an effort to move into a global market, NOAH has announced plans to release DVDs stateside. That's right, soon enough you will be able to walk into Best Buy and pick up the latest NOAH DVD. I assure you, this I WILL be doing.

Once Kobashi brought back word of how well recieved he was in the US, plans were already being made and ya'll know it. He knew he had a market over here. Just so long as we don't get FMW level commentary. All they had to realize is that they were the top wrestling company in the world. Not hybrid mma/wrestling, not sports entertainment, WRESTLING! They are putting on the biggest events of the year, their Tokyo Dome show was the number one show in the world in 2005. They are THE wrestling company. Once they hit America, they'll take over. I see an offshoot US promotion or maybe a TV deal soon.

Another aspect of this expansion is that Kenta Kobashi has secured a US work visa, which means he'll be back. He'll be back A LOT! KENTA and Marufuji are going to be back a lot as well. Just think of the possibilites. Akiyama, Misawa, Taue, Kobashi, oh my god I think I'm going to have a heart attack.

At least NOAH knows how to expand properly. NJPW is so damned idiotic in their "expansion", looking for one time payoffs. Running a show in Bangladesh will NOT create a permanent audience, it will just produce big payoffs from a population that doesn't know what wrestling is.

Anyway, here's to the future of NOAH. Oh and it's offshoot youth promotion, Pro Wrestling Shem.

Adam West: Damnit, Swanson, I want them found!
Joe Swanson: Mayor West, we have every available man looking for the Griffins, we just don't have any leads.
Adam West: Not the Griffins, you moron! The rest of my Lite Brite pieces! My name isn't "Adam We"... or is it? Who am I? What number did you call? Don't ever call here again.
[he hangs up the phone]
Adam West: I guess I told him! Nobody messes with Adam We!

So let me get this straight, NWATNA is paying Sting half-a-million dollars to come in wrestle one show in January, "retire", come back in JUNE and wrestle another show. This is re-fucking-diculous. Why hire someone who doesn't show up for your tapings and is only there for 1/3 of the ppvs? He costs ten times what the regular roster does and he's there so much less of the time.

True he really boosted their ratings and was a critical factor in the time slot move, but all he is now is nostalgia. Sure he was great 10 years ago, but not so anymore. There's only so far that nostalgia can go, which is why I think he's not working shows.

But still there's no need to pay him THAT much, it sends a bad message to the workers. At least he hasn't got an ego.

I must say they FINALLY found the washed up WCW guy that can actually HELP there company. Scott Hall, Kevin Nash, Diamond Dallas Paige, Macho Man Randy Savage, Curt Hennig, Jeff Jarrett... these people all cost a pretty penny and did nothing for business. Sting costs a pretty penny and boosts business a shitload.

So it's not all bad with Sting, it's just that he costs so much for a company that spent 2 years losing money on weekly ppvs. I guess it's paying off.

Hattori Hanzo: I'm done doing what I swore an oath to God 28 years ago to never do again. I've created, "something that kills people." And in that purpose I was a success. I've done this, because philosophically I'm sympathetic to your aim. I can tell you with no ego, this is my finest sword. If on your journey, you should encounter God, God will be cut.

If you look at any person you will see a great story. I've learned that by opening my ears and listening, a skill picked up as a journalist-in-training. Perhaps my greatest, and only, skill is listening. Everyone is a bundle of events happening now and in their past that are incredibly interesting.

Other people's lives encourage me to write. If you've been around me than you've probably heard me say, "That would make a great story," or ,"You could write a book about all that." Rest assured that every time you hear me say that, I've gone and made extensive notes about whatever it was you were saying. I write down the things I hear, the events of other people's lives, so that I can go back over them and become inspired. I do this because I worry that my life was never a good story. I know so many people who have been through tragedy, family trouble, personal trouble, and such.

Everyone reacts differently to the same situation. I can point to any three people that have been through the same rough spots and they all handled it differently. Sometimes I've seen people raised completely differently, but that ended up as very similar people.

Everyone has a story to tell except for me, it seems. As fascinating as the lives of others are, mine is relatively boring. "What can you say about your childhood?" you might ask. "Eh, wasn't too bad," is all I'd be able to say. How interesting can the life of a 22-year old slacker be anyway? Not very. Or perhaps it's because I'm not interested in telling the tale of my life because it couldn't possibly stack up. A series of minor failures, successes, disappointments and memories headlined by a few banner moments isn't too appealing. Or maybe I can't see the appeal because it's my life. I'm a fortress anyway, there's no getting me to tell my story.

Besides, why tell my story when I can tell the twisted tales of everyone I've ever met?

I'm not certain that I'll ever be motivated enough to write. I have the material. I just need motivation. I just need inspiration. In time. All in due time.

Ned: Now here's a little trick to help you remember. If it's clear and yella', you've got juice there, fella! If it's tangy and brown, you're in cider town. Now, there's two exceptions and it gets kinda tricky here...

I swear, the phrase I hear most often in my life is "You look so pissed off."

I don't know how many times I get told this per week. Seriously, that's just how I look normally. I suppose that everyone sees me as always being angry or something, at least until I start talking.

And when someone tells me I look pissed off, it pisses me off. Sometimes anyway. If I've already heard it. Or if they ask me why I'm always scowling. I swear, that's my regular face. I will admit that it's not hard to make me angry, but it's not like I'm CONSTANTLY angry. Maybe I always look pissed because I'm never happy?

Eh, idle thoughts.


Coach McGuirk: Per day, I would say I hate far more than I feel like I like something. I like my western omelet, but while I'm eating that there's about 17 other things that I hate, like my apartment, my breath, whatever's on the TV, whatever's in the paper. Then I walk outside and it'll be a nice day. Well that's great that's a good feeling for a split second and then I realize I hate my neighborhood, because I... you apparently can't play music after 6:00 pm... in this country

SWEET ZOMBIE JESUS! HOLY HELL BOPPING SHIT!
There are going to be new Futurama episodes!!!!

Last night on Adult Swim I was stunned when I read that production has begun on four straight to DVD Futurama movies. I've also read that there is potential for a limited number of new TV epidsodes as well.

I can't fucking wait until these new Futurama movies come out, I'll buy them in a second. I always believed Futurama never got the chance it deserved, and now it gets a second chance. First Family Guy, now Futurama. Adult Swim SAVES the best cartoon shows on the planet from death.

So I realized today that I get all of my greatest and most profound thinking done while I'm driving alone. I've always known I do this, chatter on endlessly to myself while driving. Of course since I'm most likely listening to music, I'm not entirely tuned into what I'm saying. Don't misinterpret this, I'm not constantly rambling nonsensical, maniacal words. I'm just thinking out loud. And in doing so I can get out some of my best thoughts.

Today on the way home I sort faded into what I was thinking/saying and found out that I was verbalizing my theories on religion almost perfectly. Usually when I'm trying to define my belief structure, which in no way resembles any known religion and is closer to Thomas Jefferson's beliefs, I simply stumble around and give no indication of what's really going on in my head. In the car I was saying it perfectly. I don't usually talk politics or religion because it's too inflammatory and I can never say what I mean. In the car I verbalize these things perfectly.

One day, I'm going to bring a tape recorder with me and write a transcript of what I say.

... these quotes are longer than my posts.
Coach McGuirk: All right, listen up, that was a good game. We all showed up, and I'm proud of that.
Melissa Robbins: Coach McGuirk, I was just wondering how come they cancelled the game after ten minutes?
Coach McGuirk: Well, because we were losing by 20 goals, Melissa. It's called the Slaughter Rule. You know, Melissa, if we played the full game, we probably would have lost by a hundred goals. I don't know why I'm saying "we". I wasn't out there running around like it was the first time I ever used my legs! Melissa.
Melissa Robbins: Okay!
Coach McGuirk: You know, it's like when they stop a boxing match because the guy's bleeding too much, you know, all cut up. Only this was worse. I mean, fractured jaws get wired shut; broken noses become badges of courage... Melissa.
Melissa Robbins: [whispers] ...okay.