September 20, 2014
It's an awkward weekend to blog, at least when I think wrestling seems to be what my audience is to respond. There is just too much that bugs me right now. And I was afraid that cutting off my cable would leave me without words (until I get a podcast going, using the word speechless).
Granted, I had my review for the more critical points of All American Wrestling's "Defining Moment" card written as I watched the show. The experience was sort of reminiscent of when I was journalizing the events around my in ring career, except a lot douchier since I was typing on an iPhone (like every other mark) instead of a journal from Barnes & Noble or Hot Topic. Is it worse to be a smark or a hipster? We definitely should avoid using the term "better."
The term better is what is really bugging me. Not in terms of pro-wrestling products, society deserves the best artistic product possible. Fans can be a detriment to society because they are happy with cheering, chanting instead of becoming involved with the product.
Here's where we get off wrestling and the latest Facebook bullshit. People posting memes about how "Minimum Wage is for the Minimally Skilled." Let's think of this upcoming rant as an opportunity to show my compassion and personality, and hope it convinces you to provide some feedback towards the concept of either "Main Event of the Dead: The Wrestling Podcast" or "Main Event of the Dead: The Zombie-Pro-Wrestling Comedy for the Big Screen...or the small screens at Landmark. (e-mail me at russthebus07@gmail.com if you'd like a treatment of the script"
Maybe this will blow over since I'm running out of time on my shift. Poorly Timed Wedding: It's technically still summer, so the leaves will not make your special day colorful. Your wedding reception better have an open bar to at least bring out a prism of personalities.
So I can't rant about the issue for too long. I'm certain that if we can do something to end poverty, we should do it. How does a society benefit from the suffering of anyone, especially people who bust their ass to try and make the best living available?
I'm confident everyone will agree that it will take more skill(s) to sew a pair of Nike shoes. I'm fairly confident that everyone will agree that those third-world employees are dreaming of leaving the sweat shop to flip burgers. Skills are subjective, so if you think you're better than anyone because of your job, you're either a horrible judge of character or as lazy as the person working the grill to take the time to understand that you welcome poverty in our society for the working class for your own ego's sake.
September 27, 2014
After watching Night of Champions, it would seem humanity is either lazy or stubborn and refuses to change. The McMahons are Republican's after all. This leads me to realize that I have not lost touch with society after cutting off my cable TV. WWE is just like Fox News or the Facebook feed of a lazy/vain of a Central Illinois resident.
Check out the rest of this blog at the Rip 'Em System Tumblr.
Saturday, September 27, 2014
Saturday, September 13, 2014
Putting Myself Over: Tank Girl/Daffney vs Deadpool/David Flair in WWE Supercard
How long can I keep appealing for a wrestling podcast when nothing is happening in the industry? I can claim my personality can trump that, but with few (as in nihil) requests for a treatment of the "Main Event of the Dead" script and I know 37 people were interested in my self-deprecating blog from the prior week, my wit may only be self perceived.
May be it wasn't the right time to cut off my cable TV. "@midnight" Hash Tag wars as an act of expression will be tough to maintain.
I guess it's a good thing I like to check out All American Wrestling in Berwyn, Illinois. With the absence of Kevin Harvey due to injury, maybe I can pick up on his pod-casting. Or add some brains that seem to be missing from the entourage for the faction/tag team "We Are Here."
I may have to watch some old MNM matches and Daffney's WCW efforts on the WWE Network to see if Nikki Mayday screaming makes her a good heel valet or not. There just seems to be no motivation behind her character. She didn't seem like much of a heel, just someone trying to gain attention in a cluster muck of an eight man tag. As new AAW Champion Eddie Kingston said, "Indie wrestling is alive and well," too the point where this show would have benefited from four less performers. I mention this because Dan Lawrence and Marcus Crane seemed to be more focused on playing off of her than the match. Not to say that there was a lot of focus since this match seemed to have been thrown together to get all of the promotion regulars (and favorites) respectively.
Her "Tank Girl" apparel is out of place because there was a certain subtleness to Lori Petty performance as the character. If it's an homage to the loud comic strip cutaways in the 1995 film, I might understand it, but I think subtleness was implied even in those since they were in black and white.
In the end, I should lay off my critique of her because she might be an aficionado of the actual comic books which, at this point, I cannot claim to be, thus she may have nailed it. That, and does it sound like a good idea to take time out of my day to watch David Flair's work. You cannot even knock her if she's ripping off the "Tank Girl" character. This is because I know that if I tried to put on a Deadpool mask, my sense of humor makes it impossible for me to not be considered a knock off. Then again, my Deadphool is still better than Ryan Reynolds.
Check out the rest of the blog at my ode to "No Holds Barred", ripemsystem.blogspot.com
May be it wasn't the right time to cut off my cable TV. "@midnight" Hash Tag wars as an act of expression will be tough to maintain.
I guess it's a good thing I like to check out All American Wrestling in Berwyn, Illinois. With the absence of Kevin Harvey due to injury, maybe I can pick up on his pod-casting. Or add some brains that seem to be missing from the entourage for the faction/tag team "We Are Here."
I may have to watch some old MNM matches and Daffney's WCW efforts on the WWE Network to see if Nikki Mayday screaming makes her a good heel valet or not. There just seems to be no motivation behind her character. She didn't seem like much of a heel, just someone trying to gain attention in a cluster muck of an eight man tag. As new AAW Champion Eddie Kingston said, "Indie wrestling is alive and well," too the point where this show would have benefited from four less performers. I mention this because Dan Lawrence and Marcus Crane seemed to be more focused on playing off of her than the match. Not to say that there was a lot of focus since this match seemed to have been thrown together to get all of the promotion regulars (and favorites) respectively.
Her "Tank Girl" apparel is out of place because there was a certain subtleness to Lori Petty performance as the character. If it's an homage to the loud comic strip cutaways in the 1995 film, I might understand it, but I think subtleness was implied even in those since they were in black and white.
Check out the rest of the blog at my ode to "No Holds Barred", ripemsystem.blogspot.com
Monday, September 8, 2014
40 miles of bad road for a Fiona Apple reference.
It wasn't the best weekend for me to write.
I did attend the "Chicago Internet Cat Video Festival" (the Cubs were in town), so my usual time dedicated to writing (and taking care of hotel guests) wasn't available.
Sunday marked that it has been 10 years since the best person I've known passed away, and I didn't want to write about myself. The odds of the blog post being pleasant would be pretty low after failing to make a positive impact like Stacia Hardin had with the extra decade that she didn't have, but deserved more than most.
And I needed an extra time to think about what to write about since the two podcast that I've criticized accepted my stance against Bella Twins drama. It's going be a tough entry if that's what I have to celebrate in the light of Stacia's memory.
So do I post this #RAW? The answer is probably not. It leave me feeling that there nothing about me that's worth promoting.
If there was anything worth promoting, someone would have faith in me. I may just be hurting because I can't turn to the person who unconditionally believed in my efforts.
I'm twelve, going on 13 years-older than Stacia was when she passed, and I haven't succeeded at being half the person she was. It seems that I have no clue on how to do that.
No one has any suggestions except to keep on living. No one has taken a moment to show support for my efforts to at least make something of my passion.
It feels like my existence is criminal. And no one gives a shit about a wrong doer. Well, at least not one that can't be "careless with a delicate man."
But at least my state of mind understands Fiona Apple's MTV VMA acceptance speech. I just know I wouldn't think that if there were more people like Stacia Marie Hardin around. If you need a guide to being more like her, check out this memorial.
I did attend the "Chicago Internet Cat Video Festival" (the Cubs were in town), so my usual time dedicated to writing (and taking care of hotel guests) wasn't available.
Sunday marked that it has been 10 years since the best person I've known passed away, and I didn't want to write about myself. The odds of the blog post being pleasant would be pretty low after failing to make a positive impact like Stacia Hardin had with the extra decade that she didn't have, but deserved more than most.
And I needed an extra time to think about what to write about since the two podcast that I've criticized accepted my stance against Bella Twins drama. It's going be a tough entry if that's what I have to celebrate in the light of Stacia's memory.
So do I post this #RAW? The answer is probably not. It leave me feeling that there nothing about me that's worth promoting.
If there was anything worth promoting, someone would have faith in me. I may just be hurting because I can't turn to the person who unconditionally believed in my efforts.
I'm twelve, going on 13 years-older than Stacia was when she passed, and I haven't succeeded at being half the person she was. It seems that I have no clue on how to do that.
No one has any suggestions except to keep on living. No one has taken a moment to show support for my efforts to at least make something of my passion.
It feels like my existence is criminal. And no one gives a shit about a wrong doer. Well, at least not one that can't be "careless with a delicate man."
But at least my state of mind understands Fiona Apple's MTV VMA acceptance speech. I just know I wouldn't think that if there were more people like Stacia Marie Hardin around. If you need a guide to being more like her, check out this memorial.