Can there ever be too much irony? I'm leaning towards yes as the answer. Alanis Morissette made sure she didn't feature much of it in her hit single and M. Night Shyamalan hasn't been able to sell us on any of his twists since "The Village." Perhaps he exchanged his sixth sense for the topic when he cast Bryce Dallas Howard in his films. Their first collaboration was a lot like "10,000 spoons when all you need is a knife," and Howard coincidentally looks like her Dad.
The latter part of that assessment may seem a bit harsh. I should have used reminds me of Richie Cunningham. You can blame the movie poster of "Lady in the Water" for the association. You are going to need to visit the IMDB page because I don't want the poster to be the random image that gets posted on Facebook when I send out my advertising tweets (from @MainEventZombie) for this blog. When you look at it and see the Howard name, tell me you don't see Opie Taylor? Then you see Paul Giammati's billing, you can't help but add his hairline to her ginger face. The answer to the equation is Ron Howard.
In the end (I need to get back to the ironic theme), at least I'm not reminded of Clint Howard when I think about actresses with traditional a traditional "Annie"-base. Then again, wouldn't Clint be more suited to play the role of a lead scientist in a played out dinosaur movie franchise? His age may make him more authoritative. WWE needs a likable authority figure. And I needed a title that draws greater interest than "John Cena has one too many syllables to be Rip."
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Wednesday, December 24, 2014
Saturday, December 13, 2014
No Holds Barred 2: Dana White of Future Past
Saturday, December 6, 2014: Hulk Hogan was a Smiling Zeus.
I claimed that "No Holds Barred" was a manifesto of what Vince McMahon wanted to do with pro wrestling, but the audience wasn't ready for it. This film could have been an inspiration for how Eric Bischoff successfully started the Monday Night War. Turner had purchased the film's distributor, New Line, only six months prior to Hogan signing with WCW. And Bischoff had just received the promotion to executive producer. This also shows that Hogan is a complete work of fiction. Rip wouldn't sell out.
"The New Generation" in the WWE wasn't necessarily a bad thing, but the business wasn't ready for it. With the lengthiness of careers (Viva Funk), it occurred 20 years ahead of schedule. And it's also evidence that history repeats itself after Vince McMahon's claims of a lack of ambition being what's driving his sports entertainment entity to the point where he may want to purchase it off the NYSE. It's hard to be ambitious when the boss says carrying around a trash can or a bunny tag team partner is "making it."
It can be argued that all of the controversies about the WWF required a turnover of talent, but Bischoff realized like Brell...(Damn, do I need to watch this film again to nail the quote...has IMDB left any of you readers down in a similar fashion?)...WHAT RATINGS ARE (no I didn't rewatch NHB). He knew, as indicated by drug user Nelson Cruz's contract with the Mariners and the continued viewership of American football as their stars who are building resumes to match Bill Cosby, fans do not care about the conditions that do not directly involve the business they've always watched. WCW got noticed by using the ratings that were lost to in the name of Ahmed Johnson. When the circumstances were right, they performed the helicopter at the NHB's charity event scene at Bash at the Beach. Ironically, the Hulk Hogan character let all his little fans down.
As I mentioned earlier, history is currently repeating itself. To make things better, we just need someone with money and comically evil aspirations. Except this time, we don't have to wait three-years for a Steve Austin to fill the role of Rip Thomas.
Chris Hardwick can be Kurt Fuller and CM Punk is the Cool Protagonist that McMahon wanted Rip to be.
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I claimed that "No Holds Barred" was a manifesto of what Vince McMahon wanted to do with pro wrestling, but the audience wasn't ready for it. This film could have been an inspiration for how Eric Bischoff successfully started the Monday Night War. Turner had purchased the film's distributor, New Line, only six months prior to Hogan signing with WCW. And Bischoff had just received the promotion to executive producer. This also shows that Hogan is a complete work of fiction. Rip wouldn't sell out.
"The New Generation" in the WWE wasn't necessarily a bad thing, but the business wasn't ready for it. With the lengthiness of careers (Viva Funk), it occurred 20 years ahead of schedule. And it's also evidence that history repeats itself after Vince McMahon's claims of a lack of ambition being what's driving his sports entertainment entity to the point where he may want to purchase it off the NYSE. It's hard to be ambitious when the boss says carrying around a trash can or a bunny tag team partner is "making it."
It can be argued that all of the controversies about the WWF required a turnover of talent, but Bischoff realized like Brell...(Damn, do I need to watch this film again to nail the quote...has IMDB left any of you readers down in a similar fashion?)...WHAT RATINGS ARE (no I didn't rewatch NHB). He knew, as indicated by drug user Nelson Cruz's contract with the Mariners and the continued viewership of American football as their stars who are building resumes to match Bill Cosby, fans do not care about the conditions that do not directly involve the business they've always watched. WCW got noticed by using the ratings that were lost to in the name of Ahmed Johnson. When the circumstances were right, they performed the helicopter at the NHB's charity event scene at Bash at the Beach. Ironically, the Hulk Hogan character let all his little fans down.
As I mentioned earlier, history is currently repeating itself. To make things better, we just need someone with money and comically evil aspirations. Except this time, we don't have to wait three-years for a Steve Austin to fill the role of Rip Thomas.
Chris Hardwick can be Kurt Fuller and CM Punk is the Cool Protagonist that McMahon wanted Rip to be.
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Monday, December 1, 2014
Where's the WWE Union and Where's "No Holds Barred 2: Return of the Lazy Eye?"
Why is it when you feel like Tim Roth shouting at a guy who just lost an ear, variables always seem to get thrown at you that prevents relief, even on your day off? I am assuming bronchitis, so my high alcohol tolerance preventing me from trying to get a hang over to spew the ills away is Mr. Blonde bullshit. "Escape from New York" being too good to be background noise, thus demanding my total attention preventing me from writing this blog, is Mr. Pink saying I won't get the medical care I need (we'll call that sleep). Hopefully my go to audio ambiance, the Tiny Lister classic "Men of War," will at least shut Chris Penn up, and finishing this blog for eternal (I wish) slumber will be Mr. White's bullet.
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This would be a great place to transition to talking about the subject matter of this eventual edition to the "Rip 'Em System" Tublr, but I do want to address "The Art of Wrestling with CM Punk and Colt Cabana," that I'm still trying to download. The WWE "workers" need to get their shit together and form a union. I'm fairly certain the quotes I've read about the WWE's denial or ignorance of the actual state of their talents' health are true. To clarify, this ignorance is probably directed to the workers with voices that the company does not want to be heard.
Dolph Ziggler and Miz get all of the time off to recover from a concussion since they ride with the physician. These guys are also products of WWE, not the indie scene, so they've been developed by the McMahons to be the sports entertainers they want to showcase despite they can't pull up to Punks kick pad (maybe lace up is the correct term, I got mine through Highspots or Century instead of eLucha.
I'm not saying that Ziggler and Miz aren't talented. Ziggler's athleticism is outstanding which is his downfall because it seems to be the emphasis of his offense. It just seems sloppy because he wants to execute every one of his signature moves too fast. This may just be a personal preference since I seem to be the minority. Most of my fellow veterans of the squared circle (a Barry Horowitz moment) opinions coincide with the majority. The Miz is awe...inspiring on the mic which is why I loved his tag team with John Morrison. Mike could sell the true talent, like he's doing with Mizdow.
Still, these two performers work so hard to be social network relevant, you'd expect they'd be capable of doing the socially responsible thing and support a union to assure the safety and proper compensation that all of their fellow "Superstars" deserve. The workers have no other options when it comes to making a celebrity-style living. Unless CM Punk fights AJ Styles for the command of the Bullet Club, there is no competing promotion to work for that give the performers leverage.
Vince McMahon may not go for dealing with a union, but if all the talent joins, he'll have to rely on his subpar writing to get over subpar wrestlers. I think the 18 to 35 is still his target demographic, so he'd better be ready to return to Saturday mornings curtain jerking for figure skating and gymnastics, hoping for a bump from "The Mighty Morphing Power Rangers." In the end, Jerry Lawler would become the head of talent relations as every non-union athlete prepares for his General Mills cereal box gimmick.
Or should I have said Post because of their established relationship with Fruity Pebbles?
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Perhaps my proposal of a union wouldn't have been needed if Hollywood would have capitalized on the home video market during the boom in wrestling. Why wasn't there a "Planet of the Samoans" franchise developed between Wrestlemania and Wrestlemania XVII? Could you imagine the reboot when the you cast the Rock as Cesar?
Give me some props for the round about way of getting to what I really wanted to write about this week.
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Give me some props for the round about way of getting to what I really wanted to write about this week.
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Sunday, November 23, 2014
Fantasy Booking: No Holds Barred - The Survivor Series Match
Am I actually breaking news here? I have not seen Wrestlezone.com make note of it, neither has any of the five wrestling podcast that I listen to. The "Wrestling Observer Newsletter" (www.f4wonline.com) must really be the premier news website.
Maybe they could use a designer who is an expert in usability (please excuse the slight hiccup)?
The WWE Network is utilizing the TV-MA rating, thus, if you watch ECW Cyberslam 96, you can hear Brian Pillman call Eric Bischoff a "Fucking Piece of Shit!" And I had to pay 90.00 to get this memory while everyone else got it for free this month. Of course, they probably wouldn't look for it. I know @rosenbergradio doesn't consider ECW to be an important part of the Monday Night War since he doesn't feel let down not hearing "Natural Born Killas" by Dr. Dre and Ice Cube during a New Jack match.
Truthfully, I had already paid $30.00, 14 years ago, to get this Easter egg on the Pioneer DVD release of "ECW Path of Destruction." At least my subscription to the network means I no longer have to look up the button combination to get to the clip.
So hale to the IWC and Podcast world. If WWE doesn't know what or how to advertise they're future, nor should we.
Speaking of the Podcast world, the "Wrestling Compadre Slamcast" decided that the best way to have fun with Survivor Series week was by coming up with their fantasy Survivor Series teams. It's a fun exercise, but it reminds me why I think the pinnacle of video gaming ended with the cartridge. The annual WWE releases weren't a reminder that wrestling was better before the monopoly was established. Thus, players are led to be more concerned about combining the few stars they followed on the indies with their heroes from the first 16 Wrestlemanias. Or to just live through the great stories over again, only needing to get past the feel of dubbed films from Hong Kong.
Their teams feature no context, since the squads are comprised of competitors from all 28 Survivor Series pay-per-views. Thus, they can't really be fantasy booked. It is up to the best button smasher to determine how the three-way Survivor Series would work out.
Saturday, November 15, 2014
CM Punk: The Seeds for a No Holds Barred Remake
With the announcement that CM Punk will be writing for the "Thor" comic books, I was kind of confused. It's one of those, "I guess it can work, but I don't know why it should moment."
The Second City Saint has only wrestled. We are all aware of his fandom for comic books, but had he ever done anything to indicate that he aspired to write for them. The WWE's documentary "CM Punk: Best in the World" focused on his love for punk rock. "ROH Straight Shootin' Series: CM Punk and Colt Cabana," made no mention of his literary (Time Magazine listed "Watchmen" in the top 100 of important literature since the magazine's inception) intentions. Of course Cabana's not a comic book guy, so maybe they were mentioned in the shoot interview with Samoa Joe. At least I'll have something to write about next week.
Monday, November 10, 2014
No Holds Barred: Kubrick-ian Evidence that CENA SUCKS!
"@MainEventZombie So well thought out!! (u gave your NHB blog so much more brain power than that film deserved) #Dookie"--The Wrestling Compadres Twitter Account.
Too bad last week's blog got most of it's view before I cleaned it up to send a request out on Monday using #RAW. If they find out at the day job, I may be out of the copywriter gig. Not to say that would be a bad thing. Give me a raise now or at least make it as alcoholic friendly as it is on AMC.
Thinking about having permission to drink at my advertising job makes me wonder how anything got done in the "Mad Men" era. Then I realize that political correctness wasn't prevalent until the Cold War ended, and you think back to some of that advertising out of Sterling Cooper, alcohol allowed them creative freedom or at least the freedom to not be sensitive to the public.
So yes @WrestlingBuds, I have a tendency to put too much brain power into the irreverent. If that doesn't qualify me from hosting or being involved with a podcast, what will. If I can only find the clip of the promo where Austin Aries shoves me into a women's bathroom to solidify my credentials with the Nerdist Wrestling Experts (AAW Final Four 2008).
Guess I'll have to continue focusing "No Holds Barred" to keep it fresh in their minds, so that I shan't be forgotten when the "The Wrestling Compadres Slamcast" finally present their episode dedicated to the first Hulk Hogan billed feature.
What if "No Holds Barred" actually had stars?
This isn't a shot at Kurt Fuller, but if you look at his career, he was always a go-to lackey for the main villain. Maybe he should have been cast in the recent DirecTV commercials as the less attractive or painfully awkward Rob Lowe (can't knock "Wayne's World"). I've heard Lowe is awful to work with, and he's taking jobs away on top of that.
Regardless of what Fuller tends to be cast in, 1989 was supposed to be his breakout year since he was also in "Ghostbusters II." The same goes for Joan Severance with 89 being her her attempts to break in to features including "See No Evil, Hear No Evil." At least it cannot be claimed that she was miscast in NHB because she was destined to replace Linda Fiorentino in the sequels to "The Last Seduction."
The only other person in the film that could claim to be a movie star was Jesse Ventura. I will probably return to that talent later on in this blog, but lets return to the lack of star power instead of a guy who could have carried the film.
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Too bad last week's blog got most of it's view before I cleaned it up to send a request out on Monday using #RAW. If they find out at the day job, I may be out of the copywriter gig. Not to say that would be a bad thing. Give me a raise now or at least make it as alcoholic friendly as it is on AMC.
Thinking about having permission to drink at my advertising job makes me wonder how anything got done in the "Mad Men" era. Then I realize that political correctness wasn't prevalent until the Cold War ended, and you think back to some of that advertising out of Sterling Cooper, alcohol allowed them creative freedom or at least the freedom to not be sensitive to the public.
So yes @WrestlingBuds, I have a tendency to put too much brain power into the irreverent. If that doesn't qualify me from hosting or being involved with a podcast, what will. If I can only find the clip of the promo where Austin Aries shoves me into a women's bathroom to solidify my credentials with the Nerdist Wrestling Experts (AAW Final Four 2008).
Guess I'll have to continue focusing "No Holds Barred" to keep it fresh in their minds, so that I shan't be forgotten when the "The Wrestling Compadres Slamcast" finally present their episode dedicated to the first Hulk Hogan billed feature.
What if "No Holds Barred" actually had stars?
This isn't a shot at Kurt Fuller, but if you look at his career, he was always a go-to lackey for the main villain. Maybe he should have been cast in the recent DirecTV commercials as the less attractive or painfully awkward Rob Lowe (can't knock "Wayne's World"). I've heard Lowe is awful to work with, and he's taking jobs away on top of that.
Regardless of what Fuller tends to be cast in, 1989 was supposed to be his breakout year since he was also in "Ghostbusters II." The same goes for Joan Severance with 89 being her her attempts to break in to features including "See No Evil, Hear No Evil." At least it cannot be claimed that she was miscast in NHB because she was destined to replace Linda Fiorentino in the sequels to "The Last Seduction."
The only other person in the film that could claim to be a movie star was Jesse Ventura. I will probably return to that talent later on in this blog, but lets return to the lack of star power instead of a guy who could have carried the film.
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Sunday, November 2, 2014
No Holds Barred: Vince McMahon's Mein Kampf
The title and content of this blog is satirical. I do not believe there is any evidence to suggest that the McMahon family or WWE Inc. (whom I am a stock holder in) has any intentions to rule the Eastern Hemisphere or antisemitic sentiment.
Then again, there was the the rechristening of Colt Cabana as Scotty Goldman (a racist slur according to El Generico on "The Art of Wrestling: Episode 107"). Using the term rechristen seems wrong, don't it? Also, Cabana did not deny Brendon Burns's interesting description of the Goldman gimmick on AOW 210.
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Then again, there was the the rechristening of Colt Cabana as Scotty Goldman (a racist slur according to El Generico on "The Art of Wrestling: Episode 107"). Using the term rechristen seems wrong, don't it? Also, Cabana did not deny Brendon Burns's interesting description of the Goldman gimmick on AOW 210.
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Saturday, October 11, 2014
Road House of the Dead: A Call for More Zombies and More Women in Wrestling
I'm surprised by my state of mind going into this blog. There was so much real world stuff going on, it kept me out of my head. This is interesting because I have been in touch with my inner Ambrose (a bit of Bierce, a little bit Dean), having the feeling I'm one of the few good people in a world of bad ones.
WWE should play on this and make Dean Ambrose an editorialist in the vein of Jim Cornette. This will make sure I keep watching "Raw" on Hulu. Advertise that it will run after the "Total Divas" match, and satisfy the bitter indie guys who want to see another job filled that the Louisville Slugger wants us to remember was his. If that's too much for Ambrose, there's always Colt Cabana. Okay, Scotty Goldman. Jim Cornette's pre-WWE stories are amusing enough, I don't want to bury him that much.
If fantasy booking makes sense, should it be fantasy? From "Main Event of the Dead: The Podcast," this may be the case, if you pull up my college transcripts. In my defense, the transcripts do make sense. I failed logic, hence I failed calculus, and in turn, failed data structures. If you're not going to give me any feedback on how to make "Main Event of the Dead Project" more than a screenplay about socially-insensitive zombies versus $20< wrestling talent, maybe you can offer me some leads on programming jobs that just need the software to work, not optimized. As long as there are companies still using Windows XP, this must be an actual programming standard.
After listening to Kevin Smith and Scott Mosier's "Road House" commentary track, I know that they could use a wrestling podcast. Because failing to mention Terry Funk until the finale, and suggest his career peaked at defeating Norman Smiley for the WCW Hardcore Championship is absurd. If the Nerdist has his wrestling nerd, Smodcast needs the ideal one, "Main Event of the Dead."
Don't you hate it when your hilarious tangents seem to trump the initial message? I curse seeing Jimmy Pardo last night in preventing me from going on about: How many Facebook friends do I still need to unfollow for their "I came from the middle class, so I'm better than you attitude?" Thank the gods they come from a town where all there is to do is drink, so they can't become CM Pop Punks. On the flipside, if they sober up they maybe able to see the plight of making less that 10.10 per hour. At least philosophy wise, I may have company until I pop the cap off a Strongbow. Winning never seems to be in the cards (why I play craps and roulette) but at least I keep my wrestling cred with my cider choice.
I shouldn't complain too much of how busy the "grown up" world makes me feel. When you seem to have had fun, why bitch about it? Because the girl you took out the previous night, whom you been chatting with daily is now giving you the silent treatment the following day--I mean the inevitability that, "Nobody loves me, nobody cares, and when I die, there won't be nobody there...Fuck the world I will deny you." Or complain about lesser wrestling fans with podcast.
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WWE should play on this and make Dean Ambrose an editorialist in the vein of Jim Cornette. This will make sure I keep watching "Raw" on Hulu. Advertise that it will run after the "Total Divas" match, and satisfy the bitter indie guys who want to see another job filled that the Louisville Slugger wants us to remember was his. If that's too much for Ambrose, there's always Colt Cabana. Okay, Scotty Goldman. Jim Cornette's pre-WWE stories are amusing enough, I don't want to bury him that much.
If fantasy booking makes sense, should it be fantasy? From "Main Event of the Dead: The Podcast," this may be the case, if you pull up my college transcripts. In my defense, the transcripts do make sense. I failed logic, hence I failed calculus, and in turn, failed data structures. If you're not going to give me any feedback on how to make "Main Event of the Dead Project" more than a screenplay about socially-insensitive zombies versus $20< wrestling talent, maybe you can offer me some leads on programming jobs that just need the software to work, not optimized. As long as there are companies still using Windows XP, this must be an actual programming standard.
After listening to Kevin Smith and Scott Mosier's "Road House" commentary track, I know that they could use a wrestling podcast. Because failing to mention Terry Funk until the finale, and suggest his career peaked at defeating Norman Smiley for the WCW Hardcore Championship is absurd. If the Nerdist has his wrestling nerd, Smodcast needs the ideal one, "Main Event of the Dead."
Don't you hate it when your hilarious tangents seem to trump the initial message? I curse seeing Jimmy Pardo last night in preventing me from going on about: How many Facebook friends do I still need to unfollow for their "I came from the middle class, so I'm better than you attitude?" Thank the gods they come from a town where all there is to do is drink, so they can't become CM Pop Punks. On the flipside, if they sober up they maybe able to see the plight of making less that 10.10 per hour. At least philosophy wise, I may have company until I pop the cap off a Strongbow. Winning never seems to be in the cards (why I play craps and roulette) but at least I keep my wrestling cred with my cider choice.
I shouldn't complain too much of how busy the "grown up" world makes me feel. When you seem to have had fun, why bitch about it? Because the girl you took out the previous night, whom you been chatting with daily is now giving you the silent treatment the following day--I mean the inevitability that, "Nobody loves me, nobody cares, and when I die, there won't be nobody there...Fuck the world I will deny you." Or complain about lesser wrestling fans with podcast.
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Saturday, October 4, 2014
Buy Kasabian '48:13': Conquer Fozzy and Outsider Wrestling Podcast
Just purchased my tickets for The Queers, Dwarves and Screeching Weasel in November in Chicago. I think if there is ever a reason to get out of the apartment, it's the hope of once again getting the mic to sing the chorus of "I Will Deny You." What else is there at this moment?
This week fulfilled what has become my seemingly monthly concert schedule (if we round up Brody Dalle to August and count "The Internet Cat Video Festival featuring Lil Bub" as September's) by seeing Kasabian at The Metro. It was a great show despite I thought their music should be heard in a larger venue with a little more flare.
They're sound has a little more dance to it than Muse, but with their lack of American airplay, the audience did not seem to be the target demographic. My senses kind of detected that the band knew this, but they're talented enough to go through the motions. But if they sensed this, they should have known that expecting everyone to jump as high as they can to the bridge of "Vlad the Impaler" wasn't going to garner the desired result.
Before this blog gets a bits depressing, let me do my part in trying to bring Kasabian the audience they so rightfully deserve by recommending you purchasing their latest album "48:13", if you aren't going to assist by providing me with some feedback on how I should approach promoting my zombie pro-wrestling comedy screenplay/podcast "Main Event of the Dead." Perhaps proving my taste in music will prove my ability to determine what a good project is. It's definitely better than Fozzy's "Do You Wanna Start a War."
To hedge my bets, I know that if you wanna really rock out, buy Kasabian's "West Ryder Pauper Lunatic Asylum." Thank the gods that isn't their most recent album's title. It would be a pain in the ass to tweet.
Taking a shot at Chris Jericho's attempts to support that rock n' roll will not evolve Stateside (hopefully the crown's influence on Canada will use Kasabian and Damon Albarn's projects, will one day vanquish the commonwealth of Nickleback's influence) has provided a transition that has taken my mind off of going on a diatribe about how worn out I am from bullshit dating platforms, friends playfully being bullies on my Facebook instead of being good people for their children at least, and I live in a town that lets those without respect for the wrestling business run shows.
A goal of this blog is to sound better than the chapter Jericho recently read from his upcoming book on his podcast "Talk Is Jericho". The book may be about him, but to make himself the only important think about each sentence seems a bit shallow. If he cannot go into what else could be involved with the events he affected, what else are we going to learn from purchasing his book that we couldn't learn from an interview? It seems likes he has a disconnect.
Or it can all be avoided by if he opened the sentences with other words beside I. That includes the prepositional openings, but that can be a challenge. May be I'm being to critical. His podcast with Kevin Smith podcast was serving as background noise as I was proofreading copy.
Hopefully, they prior paragraph lets you know I'm not totally anti-Jericho. Hell, I'm doing my best right now to make him the Supercard People's Champion over the most vanilla WWE product, Randy Orton. Some of Fozzy's tracks are good. Their covers do provide a modern take on older tracks which is fun.
His podcasts are good, once he gets to the interview with the advertised guest, or Ted Irvine or his own personal fish expert. Otherwise, he doesn't turn his multimedia character off. And it seems he thinks the character is an icon, and he must amuse the icon. This places a level on disingenuous on his product. But these may not be valid things to complain about since some people listen in to his show for Chris Jericho. I'm there for wrestlers, hockey player and film makers.
I'm not out to replace Chris Jericho if I get a wrestling podcast. As it was previously stated, it's his show, not the Internet wrestling community. "Cheap Heat" and "Wrestling Compadres Slamcast" on the other hand are.
Actually, my certainty is not 100%. I found "Cheap Heat" through ESPN and my discovery of the "Slamcast" came from my investigating whether or not Nerdist had a need for "Main Event of the Dead: The Podcast." One may suspect that I'm jealous that they got their "message" out by selling themselves to the established Internet entities, but if you know there products are weak or lacking on the subject they cover, wouldn't you be?
And the reason these podcast are lacking, they're too busy putting themselves over instead of focusing on the wrestling industry. I was about to say putting over the industry, but this isn't 1998.
When there is something WWE is producing that's worth putting over, the podcasters put their own names on the back burner. To the credit of the Compadres, they do not try to antagonize the audience, but they do want to make the show about them instead of incite. The listener is killing time when they listen to experts, which I think Dale Rutledge is the only one qualified to hold that title, I don't think we care to here comedy segments, or overplayed sound bites about blood, urine and prenatal death.
As for "Cheap Heat," they, meaning Peter Rosenberg, may have let the downloads and being the main promotion of Noelle Foley get to their heads. Rosenberg decided that the show needs an antagonist, and that the needs to be the voice (it's audio so can't say face, which is ironic) of the program. It's an ESPN supported broadcast, I get that, but this guy has a radio outlet to be a douchebag, just like Colin Cowherd, so why does someone who doesn't care about his radio show want to be an outlet for his self importance? Is it because his show is dependent on pop music guest, so he can't insult them?
If anything, Rosenberg should understand when one can and cannot be a heel. Heel commentators do what they do to put wrestling talent over, not themselves. They are also part of the show. I agree that WWE should consider hiring the guy for Network. It would give the WWE Network attention from the mainstream...at least that seemingly unfriendly market he airs in...not to far from Stamford, but if he isn't part of the show, he cannot play heel. He's just that mark who won't shut up until Tracy Smother delays the entire show a half hour to try verbally degrading him in an attempt to prevent him from ever seeing another event.
Oh how wrestling needs CM Punk back because there maybe a rectum to shove a pipe bomb in. Like cutting a comedy match and "Total Divas" match isn't a fair price for TV gold at the Barclay's Center.
If Rosenberg wants to be a heel, he's got management in LA, so promote. The more places to work, the better.
The need for more places to work is one of the things I've learned from the wrestling insiders like Steve Austin, Jim Ross, Roddy Piper and Y2J. What have we learned from a wrestling podcast from a fan who is more concerned about promoting themselves than what the listener tunes in for?
Stench Winslow needs to step up his inner Gorilla Monsoon for the humanoids and put Heel Rosenberg in his place. I think that may the problem with the dynamic of the podcast. David Shoemaker needs to control the flow like Monsoon, and then feed into the wanna be Bobby Heenan.
But is a dynamic what we want in a podcast. I just want interesting people talking about an industry I enjoy. Has anyone listened to "Nerdist" or "The Art of Wrestling?"
This week fulfilled what has become my seemingly monthly concert schedule (if we round up Brody Dalle to August and count "The Internet Cat Video Festival featuring Lil Bub" as September's) by seeing Kasabian at The Metro. It was a great show despite I thought their music should be heard in a larger venue with a little more flare.
They're sound has a little more dance to it than Muse, but with their lack of American airplay, the audience did not seem to be the target demographic. My senses kind of detected that the band knew this, but they're talented enough to go through the motions. But if they sensed this, they should have known that expecting everyone to jump as high as they can to the bridge of "Vlad the Impaler" wasn't going to garner the desired result.Before this blog gets a bits depressing, let me do my part in trying to bring Kasabian the audience they so rightfully deserve by recommending you purchasing their latest album "48:13", if you aren't going to assist by providing me with some feedback on how I should approach promoting my zombie pro-wrestling comedy screenplay/podcast "Main Event of the Dead." Perhaps proving my taste in music will prove my ability to determine what a good project is. It's definitely better than Fozzy's "Do You Wanna Start a War."
To hedge my bets, I know that if you wanna really rock out, buy Kasabian's "West Ryder Pauper Lunatic Asylum." Thank the gods that isn't their most recent album's title. It would be a pain in the ass to tweet.
Taking a shot at Chris Jericho's attempts to support that rock n' roll will not evolve Stateside (hopefully the crown's influence on Canada will use Kasabian and Damon Albarn's projects, will one day vanquish the commonwealth of Nickleback's influence) has provided a transition that has taken my mind off of going on a diatribe about how worn out I am from bullshit dating platforms, friends playfully being bullies on my Facebook instead of being good people for their children at least, and I live in a town that lets those without respect for the wrestling business run shows.
A goal of this blog is to sound better than the chapter Jericho recently read from his upcoming book on his podcast "Talk Is Jericho". The book may be about him, but to make himself the only important think about each sentence seems a bit shallow. If he cannot go into what else could be involved with the events he affected, what else are we going to learn from purchasing his book that we couldn't learn from an interview? It seems likes he has a disconnect.
Or it can all be avoided by if he opened the sentences with other words beside I. That includes the prepositional openings, but that can be a challenge. May be I'm being to critical. His podcast with Kevin Smith podcast was serving as background noise as I was proofreading copy.
Hopefully, they prior paragraph lets you know I'm not totally anti-Jericho. Hell, I'm doing my best right now to make him the Supercard People's Champion over the most vanilla WWE product, Randy Orton. Some of Fozzy's tracks are good. Their covers do provide a modern take on older tracks which is fun.
His podcasts are good, once he gets to the interview with the advertised guest, or Ted Irvine or his own personal fish expert. Otherwise, he doesn't turn his multimedia character off. And it seems he thinks the character is an icon, and he must amuse the icon. This places a level on disingenuous on his product. But these may not be valid things to complain about since some people listen in to his show for Chris Jericho. I'm there for wrestlers, hockey player and film makers.
I'm not out to replace Chris Jericho if I get a wrestling podcast. As it was previously stated, it's his show, not the Internet wrestling community. "Cheap Heat" and "Wrestling Compadres Slamcast" on the other hand are.
Actually, my certainty is not 100%. I found "Cheap Heat" through ESPN and my discovery of the "Slamcast" came from my investigating whether or not Nerdist had a need for "Main Event of the Dead: The Podcast." One may suspect that I'm jealous that they got their "message" out by selling themselves to the established Internet entities, but if you know there products are weak or lacking on the subject they cover, wouldn't you be?
And the reason these podcast are lacking, they're too busy putting themselves over instead of focusing on the wrestling industry. I was about to say putting over the industry, but this isn't 1998.
When there is something WWE is producing that's worth putting over, the podcasters put their own names on the back burner. To the credit of the Compadres, they do not try to antagonize the audience, but they do want to make the show about them instead of incite. The listener is killing time when they listen to experts, which I think Dale Rutledge is the only one qualified to hold that title, I don't think we care to here comedy segments, or overplayed sound bites about blood, urine and prenatal death.
As for "Cheap Heat," they, meaning Peter Rosenberg, may have let the downloads and being the main promotion of Noelle Foley get to their heads. Rosenberg decided that the show needs an antagonist, and that the needs to be the voice (it's audio so can't say face, which is ironic) of the program. It's an ESPN supported broadcast, I get that, but this guy has a radio outlet to be a douchebag, just like Colin Cowherd, so why does someone who doesn't care about his radio show want to be an outlet for his self importance? Is it because his show is dependent on pop music guest, so he can't insult them?
If anything, Rosenberg should understand when one can and cannot be a heel. Heel commentators do what they do to put wrestling talent over, not themselves. They are also part of the show. I agree that WWE should consider hiring the guy for Network. It would give the WWE Network attention from the mainstream...at least that seemingly unfriendly market he airs in...not to far from Stamford, but if he isn't part of the show, he cannot play heel. He's just that mark who won't shut up until Tracy Smother delays the entire show a half hour to try verbally degrading him in an attempt to prevent him from ever seeing another event.
Oh how wrestling needs CM Punk back because there maybe a rectum to shove a pipe bomb in. Like cutting a comedy match and "Total Divas" match isn't a fair price for TV gold at the Barclay's Center.
If Rosenberg wants to be a heel, he's got management in LA, so promote. The more places to work, the better.
The need for more places to work is one of the things I've learned from the wrestling insiders like Steve Austin, Jim Ross, Roddy Piper and Y2J. What have we learned from a wrestling podcast from a fan who is more concerned about promoting themselves than what the listener tunes in for?
Stench Winslow needs to step up his inner Gorilla Monsoon for the humanoids and put Heel Rosenberg in his place. I think that may the problem with the dynamic of the podcast. David Shoemaker needs to control the flow like Monsoon, and then feed into the wanna be Bobby Heenan.
But is a dynamic what we want in a podcast. I just want interesting people talking about an industry I enjoy. Has anyone listened to "Nerdist" or "The Art of Wrestling?"
Saturday, September 27, 2014
Vince McMahon's Burger Time: Minimum Entertainment for Minimum Thought
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.
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 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.
Saturday, August 30, 2014
Mark Dacascos the Booker: A Call for a Zombie-Themed Wrestling Podcast
I have recently thought about removing The Tennis Channel from my favorites list on my Comcast receiver. It is a sport I've never played with the exception of my first stint at Camp of Champs (an amateur wrestling/Christian camp ran by Olympic Champions Ben and John Peterson, if it is still in operations, send your kids there [tell the youngster to think of the religion as "philosophy"]), because our cabin needed someone to fake it. Fortunately, other sports weren't proficiencies of the campers, so we faked our way to third. If it wasn't for Nintendo, would I have a reason to respect the sport?
Why am I messing with the sport best known for douche bags (Agassi, McEnroe, Riggs, Waluigi)? Because they are preempting the sports talk TV shows that I listen to as podcasts at work. Does anyone have some cool, raw rock n' roll suggestions? If it is popular on any stations that uses Rocks (as a verb) in its title, I won't give it my time.
Short on tunes and talking heads for my ear balls, I've been made to search for other podcast to listen to. So I got scared to find Nerdist has their guys for my field of expertise: wrestling wisdom. Then I listened to them.
If you aren't confident that the concept of "Main Event of the Dead," my B-movie script about lower level indie wrestlers versus inpolitically correct gimmicked zombies, doesn't translate into its original intended format, it may as part of a podcast. Please leave me some feedback to tell me otherwise or how to tweak it.
My nerdy gimmick to podcast is to perform a table read of a non-wrestling scene from my screenplay, going for the Cut Scene feel from the NES "Ninja Gaiden" series, after the first promotional break. I guess I'd be trying to top Colt Cabana's "Song of the Week" and trying to encourage more of his "65-year old Jewish Mother Recites a Classic Wrestling Promo" segments.
It would also be a podcast that acknowledges WWE does not necessarily (a stretch to use a term that lacks confidence) have the best wrestling. It will work better than any of the podcasts dedicated to the wrestling business presented by marks.
I'm not saying that only wrestlers can have wrestling podcast. The two I've come across are amusing for the most part, at least they were before the Bella Bitches (I'm just using alliteration) are dominating the majority of WWE's programming. "Legends House 2" beware of black twin magic.
Read all about the best intergender wrestling match I have seen at at the "Rip'Em System" Tumblr.
Why am I messing with the sport best known for douche bags (Agassi, McEnroe, Riggs, Waluigi)? Because they are preempting the sports talk TV shows that I listen to as podcasts at work. Does anyone have some cool, raw rock n' roll suggestions? If it is popular on any stations that uses Rocks (as a verb) in its title, I won't give it my time.
Short on tunes and talking heads for my ear balls, I've been made to search for other podcast to listen to. So I got scared to find Nerdist has their guys for my field of expertise: wrestling wisdom. Then I listened to them.
If you aren't confident that the concept of "Main Event of the Dead," my B-movie script about lower level indie wrestlers versus inpolitically correct gimmicked zombies, doesn't translate into its original intended format, it may as part of a podcast. Please leave me some feedback to tell me otherwise or how to tweak it.
My nerdy gimmick to podcast is to perform a table read of a non-wrestling scene from my screenplay, going for the Cut Scene feel from the NES "Ninja Gaiden" series, after the first promotional break. I guess I'd be trying to top Colt Cabana's "Song of the Week" and trying to encourage more of his "65-year old Jewish Mother Recites a Classic Wrestling Promo" segments.
It would also be a podcast that acknowledges WWE does not necessarily (a stretch to use a term that lacks confidence) have the best wrestling. It will work better than any of the podcasts dedicated to the wrestling business presented by marks.
I'm not saying that only wrestlers can have wrestling podcast. The two I've come across are amusing for the most part, at least they were before the Bella Bitches (I'm just using alliteration) are dominating the majority of WWE's programming. "Legends House 2" beware of black twin magic.
Read all about the best intergender wrestling match I have seen at at the "Rip'Em System" Tumblr.
Friday, August 22, 2014
PG Women > PG Divas
My initial title idea was "Diva Dunce vs Courageous C..." but I don't know if it is my place to desensitize that word. I know Motherf#c<@r can be a term of endearment, and I think the C-Word could be made that. Or you could claim I'm using the Washington NFL franchise argument. My rebuttal would be, I'm not calling them Pinkskins.
I've been able to stay busy enough of late that I haven't come up with new methods to drum up interest to produce my screenplay "Main Event of the Dead," an ode to zombies, the lesser levels of indie wrestlers, and exploring the lack of differences between Kurt Russell and Jeff Bridges.
I think that tag line is golden, but without feedback, how can I be certain.
Last week's blog actually garnered some attention. I suppose if I want to maintain interest in this blog (vicariously, my script), the focus should be on the same topic: pro wrestling. This isn't necessarily a fun topic for me to over think because the SPORT is something I already devote too much of my mental faculties to, but showing that I have some wisdom (or at least a lot of knowledge I can misplace) should serve as an implication that I know enough to do half of my screenplay's premise justice.
Too bad that this week is burned out on wrestling talk in general with Summer Slam and the blow off Raw. Every one seems to be awe of a pretty solid card from Sunday. I only caught the end of Raw, but did I need to see anything else from the show? Why should I expect two nights of solid booking...or fuel the ratings for a bullshit Diva feud?
Read all about the best intergender wrestling match I have seen at at the "Rip'Em System" Tumblr.
I've been able to stay busy enough of late that I haven't come up with new methods to drum up interest to produce my screenplay "Main Event of the Dead," an ode to zombies, the lesser levels of indie wrestlers, and exploring the lack of differences between Kurt Russell and Jeff Bridges.
I think that tag line is golden, but without feedback, how can I be certain.
Last week's blog actually garnered some attention. I suppose if I want to maintain interest in this blog (vicariously, my script), the focus should be on the same topic: pro wrestling. This isn't necessarily a fun topic for me to over think because the SPORT is something I already devote too much of my mental faculties to, but showing that I have some wisdom (or at least a lot of knowledge I can misplace) should serve as an implication that I know enough to do half of my screenplay's premise justice.
Too bad that this week is burned out on wrestling talk in general with Summer Slam and the blow off Raw. Every one seems to be awe of a pretty solid card from Sunday. I only caught the end of Raw, but did I need to see anything else from the show? Why should I expect two nights of solid booking...or fuel the ratings for a bullshit Diva feud?
Read all about the best intergender wrestling match I have seen at at the "Rip'Em System" Tumblr.
Saturday, August 16, 2014
Heidi Lovelace vs. Matt Cage 3--and a Podcast Pitch
I definitely need some feedback on this idea. Send it to russthebus07@gmail.com, @MainEventZombie, or just post a comment (I'm sure you have some kind of Google account). The idea is starting a wrestling podcast with an even nerdier take on pro-wrestling than the not quite "smart" enough (@RosenbergRadio is holding back @AKATheMaskedMan) "Cheap Heat" podcast. My goal would be to try to eventually get picked up by Nerdist (if you don't want me to bug you Hardwick, give me another chance at "Tag Team Thursday" [for alliteration, may be it should be "Tag Team Tuesday"] or stop seeming so accessible on the podcast), or maybe get in on the Grantland turf.
My nerdy gimmick to podcast is to perform a table read of a non-wrestling scene from my screenplay, going for the Cut Scene feel from the NES "Ninja Gaiden" series, after the first promotional break. I guess I'd be trying to top Colt Cabana's "Song of the Week" and trying to encourage more of his "65-year old Jewish Mother Recites a Classic Wrestling Promo" segments.
If Quentin Tarantino is still making "The Hateful Eight" after having a public table read of the script, my concept of broadcasting my story along side a more insightful view on wrestling might be the method to get "Main Event of the Dead" to a big screen. After saying that, I might need to throw in some N-Words to hedge my bet.
Talking about wrestling, I was able to work up the nerve to conquer my anxiety to maintain my commitment to checking out "All Hail," All American Wrestling's poorly named show last night in Berwyn, Illinois (Western Chicago Suburbs). It was a pretty solid card with only subtle things to complain about. So if you're not subscribing to the WWE Network to catch up on your NWA/WCW matches and get WWE Shop promo codes during the "Raw PreShow," save the rest of your money and check out AAW instead of going to a bar with overpriced drinks to view a Pay-Per-View centering around a desperate women's feud between a wannabe fitness model and a wannabe wrestler.
Read all about the best intergender wrestling match I have seen at at the "Rip'Em System" Tumblr.
My nerdy gimmick to podcast is to perform a table read of a non-wrestling scene from my screenplay, going for the Cut Scene feel from the NES "Ninja Gaiden" series, after the first promotional break. I guess I'd be trying to top Colt Cabana's "Song of the Week" and trying to encourage more of his "65-year old Jewish Mother Recites a Classic Wrestling Promo" segments.
If Quentin Tarantino is still making "The Hateful Eight" after having a public table read of the script, my concept of broadcasting my story along side a more insightful view on wrestling might be the method to get "Main Event of the Dead" to a big screen. After saying that, I might need to throw in some N-Words to hedge my bet.
Talking about wrestling, I was able to work up the nerve to conquer my anxiety to maintain my commitment to checking out "All Hail," All American Wrestling's poorly named show last night in Berwyn, Illinois (Western Chicago Suburbs). It was a pretty solid card with only subtle things to complain about. So if you're not subscribing to the WWE Network to catch up on your NWA/WCW matches and get WWE Shop promo codes during the "Raw PreShow," save the rest of your money and check out AAW instead of going to a bar with overpriced drinks to view a Pay-Per-View centering around a desperate women's feud between a wannabe fitness model and a wannabe wrestler.
Read all about the best intergender wrestling match I have seen at at the "Rip'Em System" Tumblr.
Saturday, August 9, 2014
Schrodinger's Cat or Lil Bub: Who Should be in the Box?
August 2, 2014
If a shuttle passenger says, "you drive like you are from Chicago". Is that an insult or a compliment? Immediately I think that I really need to pursue a hospitality career. My driving is at major metro mastery.
As I drop the seven guests (the vehicle was designed for six passengers) off at their destination, the one holding a bottle of Fireball criticizes my driving:
May be they were from Chicagoland and needed a break from the style of motorist I was presenting. On the flip side, even without my diversion into East Peoria, they should appreciate making it to the church on time. The five minutes spent bullshitting around to get ready for the shuttle was far more detrimental to their punctuality. No reason (since I was shorted $2 gratuity) for getting me into Audrey Hepburn zone. Just you wait Henry Higgins, just you wait.
Rationalization 61: Fund Me; Fight Me; Follow Me; Fuck Me
Read the rest of this blog and other stories at Main Event of the Dead.com and determine if this thought process can be translated into a B-movie comedy about pro-wrestling zombies.
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As I drop the seven guests (the vehicle was designed for six passengers) off at their destination, the one holding a bottle of Fireball criticizes my driving:
You need to be more professional when you have that many people in the car. And know where you are going before you say go.There is a difference between hopping on the wrong way on I-74 and being ignorant. I suppose you can say that is the same as the difference between stupidity and ignorance, but I will call it instinctual. What is there in Peoria that's worth hopping on the interstate for? If you're at a hotel in Peoria, Illinois, it ain't for the shopping. You can at least gamble in Tazewell County. Or have the "Best Burger this Side of Paradice." East Peoria is all about the craps.
May be they were from Chicagoland and needed a break from the style of motorist I was presenting. On the flip side, even without my diversion into East Peoria, they should appreciate making it to the church on time. The five minutes spent bullshitting around to get ready for the shuttle was far more detrimental to their punctuality. No reason (since I was shorted $2 gratuity) for getting me into Audrey Hepburn zone. Just you wait Henry Higgins, just you wait.
Rationalization 61: Fund Me; Fight Me; Follow Me; Fuck Me
Read the rest of this blog and other stories at Main Event of the Dead.com and determine if this thought process can be translated into a B-movie comedy about pro-wrestling zombies.
Saturday, July 26, 2014
Schrodinger's Cat: Kids, Dogs and Rolled Up Windows (Lessons from an Existentialist)
Look at the box office gross rankings (boxofficemojo.com). No zombie movies. Two flicks dedicated to the blissfully unenlightened (way to possibly piss off half the people you're pleading to).
"Main Event of the Dead," will not change this landscape, sadly, but it at least offers you an escape. And with this escape, you can feel as accomplished as that one guy in that Stephen King novel who "crawled through a river of shit and came out clean."
I hope you automatically assumed that was Morgan Freeman saying that statement. If you keep that voice in your head, surely you'll be convinced to help out with the production of this film (like any of you have a Discover or AMEX card to argue otherwise).
Right now, I'm not looking for finance, just support to bring my zombie with simple gimmicks versus pro wrestlers comedy to life. Any suggestions will be appreciated and you can ask for a treatment at russthebus07@gmail.com, or if you can come up with a cool poster to at least have something for the Kickstarter, you will be compensated. Celebrity endorsements would be nice (fuck Rip Rogers's teeth, I've at least bought some merch [just some feedback from the treatment please...thankssss]).
The undead status of this project is forcing me to turn, and my anti-gun stance will only allow the infection to take me. You'd do it for Randolph Scott.
And if you have been keeping up on my blogs, then you know I'm running out of ideas on how to repeat this message, so I need your help more than ever.
July 26, 2014
Time never crawls for me. I am usually clever enough with a time card to prevent that. It just keeps moving forward, and I haven't been able to catch up. Perhaps that's why my life is just a constant experiment in futility.
Rationalization 58: Some of them want (need?) to be abused.
Screw helping out with my movie (sarcasm), isn't there a girl out there who can start using me again (Sarcasm). It would at least blind me of the seemingly pointless pursuit of turning my screenplay into a film and trying to get involved with wrestling cards that actually mean something. I can at least know my pro wrestling career status (Funk-time wrestler, unless the hotel job starts to suck...thank god the vocally conservative night audit girl was all talk about her beliefs).
If you need a list of girls who have broken me down to an overly obedient puppy like state, just send me a request (SARCASM). Bi-annual shag and I'm yours (SARCASM...unless I start believing the status of half of those who unconditionally love me).
On the topic of puppies and small animals that can't defend themselves (that's why cats are awesome, only an asshole who cannot take the occasional scratch can render them helpless), I might as well get into the topic I have been discussing for the past two post.
Actually, this may have to wait till the next post. I'm typing this on my lap top as I wait to head out to the Brody Dalle concert, so I can't tell if this introduction will take up too much space.
Read the rest of this blog and other stories at Main Event of the Dead.com and determine if this thought process can be translated into a B-movie comedy about pro-wrestling zombies.
"Main Event of the Dead," will not change this landscape, sadly, but it at least offers you an escape. And with this escape, you can feel as accomplished as that one guy in that Stephen King novel who "crawled through a river of shit and came out clean."
I hope you automatically assumed that was Morgan Freeman saying that statement. If you keep that voice in your head, surely you'll be convinced to help out with the production of this film (like any of you have a Discover or AMEX card to argue otherwise).
Right now, I'm not looking for finance, just support to bring my zombie with simple gimmicks versus pro wrestlers comedy to life. Any suggestions will be appreciated and you can ask for a treatment at russthebus07@gmail.com, or if you can come up with a cool poster to at least have something for the Kickstarter, you will be compensated. Celebrity endorsements would be nice (fuck Rip Rogers's teeth, I've at least bought some merch [just some feedback from the treatment please...thankssss]).
The undead status of this project is forcing me to turn, and my anti-gun stance will only allow the infection to take me. You'd do it for Randolph Scott.
And if you have been keeping up on my blogs, then you know I'm running out of ideas on how to repeat this message, so I need your help more than ever.
July 26, 2014
Time never crawls for me. I am usually clever enough with a time card to prevent that. It just keeps moving forward, and I haven't been able to catch up. Perhaps that's why my life is just a constant experiment in futility.
Rationalization 58: Some of them want (need?) to be abused.
Screw helping out with my movie (sarcasm), isn't there a girl out there who can start using me again (Sarcasm). It would at least blind me of the seemingly pointless pursuit of turning my screenplay into a film and trying to get involved with wrestling cards that actually mean something. I can at least know my pro wrestling career status (Funk-time wrestler, unless the hotel job starts to suck...thank god the vocally conservative night audit girl was all talk about her beliefs).
If you need a list of girls who have broken me down to an overly obedient puppy like state, just send me a request (SARCASM). Bi-annual shag and I'm yours (SARCASM...unless I start believing the status of half of those who unconditionally love me).
On the topic of puppies and small animals that can't defend themselves (that's why cats are awesome, only an asshole who cannot take the occasional scratch can render them helpless), I might as well get into the topic I have been discussing for the past two post.
Actually, this may have to wait till the next post. I'm typing this on my lap top as I wait to head out to the Brody Dalle concert, so I can't tell if this introduction will take up too much space.
Read the rest of this blog and other stories at Main Event of the Dead.com and determine if this thought process can be translated into a B-movie comedy about pro-wrestling zombies.
Friday, July 25, 2014
The Black and Brave; Observations from a Paycation.
When you're depressed and see no professional or personal (...not necessarily the case this week, but it's not worth shouting with "Ctrl+B") it's good to find things that are greater than what you are to promote. May be I can write off my $8.95 to Host Gator this month as charity.
Or may be the ass kicking some assume this portion of the post is will get some sponsorship for the project this blog is meant to promote, "Main Event of the Dead" a B-movie I've written and am trying to produce about never would be wrestlers taking on the challenge of defeating zombies with knock off, stereotypical and insensitive wrestling gimmicks.
The Black and Brave Wrestling Academy (http://www.blackandbravewrestling.com/)
There can finally be a true professional wrestling scene in Peoria, Illinois and anywhere between I-80 and I-72. Colby Lopez (former ROH World Champion Tyler Black and WWE's Seth Rollins) and Marek Brave (former AAW Heavyweight Champion) are providing everyone the chance to learn the business the right way at a reasonable price. If they follow the training structure that Danny Daniels instilled in them, they'll be great mentors by showing an understanding how to utilize the qualities of their students without being overbearing drill sergeants.
Plus, with Lopez's experience in the WWE developmental system, I'm sure you get the fitness inside and outs, at least a flow chart, on the best methods to be TV ready.
These instructors understand and appreciate the art of wrestling first and foremost, and because of this, their future students will be an asset to any promotion with the same values.
If you're a fan of great wrestling, find out where the talent is coming from before attending a promotion. If the answer is related to the Central Illinois Wrestling Hall of Fame, save your money. And if you are serious about becoming a professional wrestler, tell Norman "Apocalypse" Callaway to FUCK OFF!
If you are serious about becoming a professional wrestler, you now have an option. At the very least, if you are in the 309 area code, under 30, and not working for a promotion affiliated with National Pro Wrestling Day, you aren't willing to put in the time to be what you dream to be. Don't take the marks money if you won't put money into yourself.
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July 19, 2014
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Well, I don't know when this blog is actually going to get posted. Next weekend is my Chicago Rock and Jock Experience (Nine Inch Nails and Soundgarden Thursday, Cubs and Cards Friday, Brody Dalle Saturday, Liverpool FC and Olympiacos Sunday), so without the need to distract myself from Day of the Shirt and eBay, why would I write?
And if you're familiar with my long-winded nature, there's a good chance we won't even get to when it's okay to lock your loved ones/pets in hot cars.
Thanks the seven for my love of satire. Or is it the lack of understanding for sarcasm. After suggesting something so outrageous, if I refuse to address it immediately, I'll be considered a heartless asshole. An unfair assessment since I'm taking high blood pressure meds. You can't be heartless if your veins are being overly exerted.
Perhaps I should skip a desensitizing explanation. With Observation 5: The Sense of Humor is Lost, I should just leave it be to discourage some of my readers from giving a shit about me.
I claimed to have a heart. I didn't claim it was a good one. I'm only a Care Bear in terms of body dimensions.
I'm also an awful liar, so I guess we can hold off on discussion about my past continuing to creep up on me or discovering my mental condition that my shrink never let me know.
If he told me, I'd wiki it (not WebMD it, not everything is cancer), and figure a way to rehab myself. It wasn't because my disposition leaves me without a coping strategy, I wasn't an atheist at the time, so maybe I'd dig 12 steps. And NO! The condition isn't alcoholism.
Thus I have, no excuse not to jump into dumb babies and pups, except my night at the hotel is wrapping up.
July 25, 2014
I have to maintain dedication to my craft, so need the practice regardless of my Paycation. I'm just hoping to be out of my day job before I obtain vacation time. It might be nice to stay long enough to knock out those sick days, but that may not be enough of a positive for certain readers.
Anyhow, do I seem like the type who makes lemons out of lemonade? Which may make me seem pretty passive since I wouldn't plan to squirt juice in the eye or pelt the fruit purveyor who gave me such a sour ovary (look, I got a C in high school sex ed, and I'm not planning to retake it or watch "Grease 2" anytime soon). My plan would be to hold onto the lemon until the time came when I could use it for self defense much like the carrots in "Shoot 'Em Up." If I can do Clive Owen better than Clive can, it gives greater weight to my claim that I can do anything better than Ryan Reynolds.
So what's on my mind. If I took the time to hook my laptop up to the shitty (sorry Jim Gaffigan, I can't be creative replacing all my swear words [like swapping fruit purveyor for another noun/pronoun beginning with F]), you may as well hear it.
Any loose or willing ladies in Wrigleyville, near O'Hare or attending Brody Dalle Saturday. Loose, cool. Willing just to chill out with me, awesome.
I am just winding down Day 1 of my paycation and after the ball game is over tomorrow, what the fuck am I going to do with myself. Seeing the sights doesn't sound appealing when you have no one to share them with. Right now, I'm fearing I'm in an area of 9.5 million people, and I may not have a drinking buddy. Alright, the number might be blown out of proportion since I don't want to leave Chicago and Rosemont on this trip, but how am I suppose to know if my friends and acquaintances in the burbs have the time. A lot of them need to work on the weekends.
Nine Inch Nails was great show. Soundgarden made their second billing worth it (you can't close on a song from your least popular album that came before you found your sound). 15,000 like minded people, and a lot of girls who would find me to be at least all right, but I end up in a 2.5 star Holiday Inn (I'd be more at home at the Colony in Riverside) cursing the lack of porn on the TV (not an issue with the Colony, plus they provide refrigerators).
So next week, we address replacing your pet/child bedrooms with wrestling rooms and whether or not single girls actually attend concerts.
Or may be the ass kicking some assume this portion of the post is will get some sponsorship for the project this blog is meant to promote, "Main Event of the Dead" a B-movie I've written and am trying to produce about never would be wrestlers taking on the challenge of defeating zombies with knock off, stereotypical and insensitive wrestling gimmicks.
The Black and Brave Wrestling Academy (http://www.blackandbravewrestling.com/)
There can finally be a true professional wrestling scene in Peoria, Illinois and anywhere between I-80 and I-72. Colby Lopez (former ROH World Champion Tyler Black and WWE's Seth Rollins) and Marek Brave (former AAW Heavyweight Champion) are providing everyone the chance to learn the business the right way at a reasonable price. If they follow the training structure that Danny Daniels instilled in them, they'll be great mentors by showing an understanding how to utilize the qualities of their students without being overbearing drill sergeants.
Plus, with Lopez's experience in the WWE developmental system, I'm sure you get the fitness inside and outs, at least a flow chart, on the best methods to be TV ready.
These instructors understand and appreciate the art of wrestling first and foremost, and because of this, their future students will be an asset to any promotion with the same values.
If you're a fan of great wrestling, find out where the talent is coming from before attending a promotion. If the answer is related to the Central Illinois Wrestling Hall of Fame, save your money. And if you are serious about becoming a professional wrestler, tell Norman "Apocalypse" Callaway to FUCK OFF!
If you are serious about becoming a professional wrestler, you now have an option. At the very least, if you are in the 309 area code, under 30, and not working for a promotion affiliated with National Pro Wrestling Day, you aren't willing to put in the time to be what you dream to be. Don't take the marks money if you won't put money into yourself.
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July 19, 2014
=^.^==^.^==^.^==^.^==^.^==^.^==^.^==^.^==^.^==^.^==^.^= (It's not a smile, I just love cats)
Well, I don't know when this blog is actually going to get posted. Next weekend is my Chicago Rock and Jock Experience (Nine Inch Nails and Soundgarden Thursday, Cubs and Cards Friday, Brody Dalle Saturday, Liverpool FC and Olympiacos Sunday), so without the need to distract myself from Day of the Shirt and eBay, why would I write?
And if you're familiar with my long-winded nature, there's a good chance we won't even get to when it's okay to lock your loved ones/pets in hot cars.
Thanks the seven for my love of satire. Or is it the lack of understanding for sarcasm. After suggesting something so outrageous, if I refuse to address it immediately, I'll be considered a heartless asshole. An unfair assessment since I'm taking high blood pressure meds. You can't be heartless if your veins are being overly exerted.
Perhaps I should skip a desensitizing explanation. With Observation 5: The Sense of Humor is Lost, I should just leave it be to discourage some of my readers from giving a shit about me.
I claimed to have a heart. I didn't claim it was a good one. I'm only a Care Bear in terms of body dimensions.
I'm also an awful liar, so I guess we can hold off on discussion about my past continuing to creep up on me or discovering my mental condition that my shrink never let me know.
If he told me, I'd wiki it (not WebMD it, not everything is cancer), and figure a way to rehab myself. It wasn't because my disposition leaves me without a coping strategy, I wasn't an atheist at the time, so maybe I'd dig 12 steps. And NO! The condition isn't alcoholism.
Thus I have, no excuse not to jump into dumb babies and pups, except my night at the hotel is wrapping up.
July 25, 2014
I have to maintain dedication to my craft, so need the practice regardless of my Paycation. I'm just hoping to be out of my day job before I obtain vacation time. It might be nice to stay long enough to knock out those sick days, but that may not be enough of a positive for certain readers.
Anyhow, do I seem like the type who makes lemons out of lemonade? Which may make me seem pretty passive since I wouldn't plan to squirt juice in the eye or pelt the fruit purveyor who gave me such a sour ovary (look, I got a C in high school sex ed, and I'm not planning to retake it or watch "Grease 2" anytime soon). My plan would be to hold onto the lemon until the time came when I could use it for self defense much like the carrots in "Shoot 'Em Up." If I can do Clive Owen better than Clive can, it gives greater weight to my claim that I can do anything better than Ryan Reynolds.
So what's on my mind. If I took the time to hook my laptop up to the shitty (sorry Jim Gaffigan, I can't be creative replacing all my swear words [like swapping fruit purveyor for another noun/pronoun beginning with F]), you may as well hear it.
Any loose or willing ladies in Wrigleyville, near O'Hare or attending Brody Dalle Saturday. Loose, cool. Willing just to chill out with me, awesome.
I am just winding down Day 1 of my paycation and after the ball game is over tomorrow, what the fuck am I going to do with myself. Seeing the sights doesn't sound appealing when you have no one to share them with. Right now, I'm fearing I'm in an area of 9.5 million people, and I may not have a drinking buddy. Alright, the number might be blown out of proportion since I don't want to leave Chicago and Rosemont on this trip, but how am I suppose to know if my friends and acquaintances in the burbs have the time. A lot of them need to work on the weekends.
Nine Inch Nails was great show. Soundgarden made their second billing worth it (you can't close on a song from your least popular album that came before you found your sound). 15,000 like minded people, and a lot of girls who would find me to be at least all right, but I end up in a 2.5 star Holiday Inn (I'd be more at home at the Colony in Riverside) cursing the lack of porn on the TV (not an issue with the Colony, plus they provide refrigerators).
So next week, we address replacing your pet/child bedrooms with wrestling rooms and whether or not single girls actually attend concerts.
Saturday, July 12, 2014
Schrodinger's Cat: Rafiki from the "Lion King" was Full of Shit (Observations of an Existentialist).
Does "Main Event of the Dead" Need a Novelization?
Film nerds should enjoy the concept. Back in the 80's, every movie had one...regardless of the quality. I picked this information up from the "Stephen Romano presents Shock Festival" DVD. If you're in the Peoria, Illinois area, you might want to see if you can get it cheaper at Acme Comics or talk to the Drunken Zombie guys (and be sure to let them know about the blog that directed them to you). What I gathered from this expert of the low budget is that promotion is everything. As long as you tell them the product is even bigger on the big screen, they should flock to it, regardless it the statement is true. If you research some of the novelizations of appropriately budgeted films, like "Gremlins," the novel maybe better.
Is "Main Event of the Dead" Dependent on Tape Trading?
If I'm going to write the novelization, I'll need some matches to base the action on. As for my script, I'm not Vince McMahon. I'm not going to tell the wrestling actors how to make their match move for move.
I cannot leave those pages blank in the novel, so for any Indie Wrestlers reading this who wants the exposure of having one of their matches featured in a book, send the MPEG's my way. We might not get a movie out of it, but after selling the novel at indie shows, perhaps Chris Daniels and Kazarian will want to translate it into a comic book.
July 5, 2014
I was hoping for a more topical title, but my use of "smelling turds" as an equivalent for the douche bags of my past would be misusing the phrase Jon Stewart is trying to trend. Sad since I wanted to contribute to that effort before Urban Dictionary makes it strictly sexual instead of a plea for realization that Republican policies will be the demise of hope in this country.
Anyhow, did he intend not to apply to anything beyond the Republican agenda? Then again, most of the active Mortonites who are Facebook friends follow the feeble philosophy of the elephant. In those friends defense, they are not the types who will make an effort to piss you off because "you can just get over it."
Observation 2: Silence can be Golden.
Read the rest of this blog and other stories at Main Event of the Dead.com and determine if this thought process can be translated into a B-movie comedy about pro-wrestling zombies.
Film nerds should enjoy the concept. Back in the 80's, every movie had one...regardless of the quality. I picked this information up from the "Stephen Romano presents Shock Festival" DVD. If you're in the Peoria, Illinois area, you might want to see if you can get it cheaper at Acme Comics or talk to the Drunken Zombie guys (and be sure to let them know about the blog that directed them to you). What I gathered from this expert of the low budget is that promotion is everything. As long as you tell them the product is even bigger on the big screen, they should flock to it, regardless it the statement is true. If you research some of the novelizations of appropriately budgeted films, like "Gremlins," the novel maybe better.
Is "Main Event of the Dead" Dependent on Tape Trading?
If I'm going to write the novelization, I'll need some matches to base the action on. As for my script, I'm not Vince McMahon. I'm not going to tell the wrestling actors how to make their match move for move.
I cannot leave those pages blank in the novel, so for any Indie Wrestlers reading this who wants the exposure of having one of their matches featured in a book, send the MPEG's my way. We might not get a movie out of it, but after selling the novel at indie shows, perhaps Chris Daniels and Kazarian will want to translate it into a comic book.
July 5, 2014
I was hoping for a more topical title, but my use of "smelling turds" as an equivalent for the douche bags of my past would be misusing the phrase Jon Stewart is trying to trend. Sad since I wanted to contribute to that effort before Urban Dictionary makes it strictly sexual instead of a plea for realization that Republican policies will be the demise of hope in this country.
Anyhow, did he intend not to apply to anything beyond the Republican agenda? Then again, most of the active Mortonites who are Facebook friends follow the feeble philosophy of the elephant. In those friends defense, they are not the types who will make an effort to piss you off because "you can just get over it."
Observation 2: Silence can be Golden.
Read the rest of this blog and other stories at Main Event of the Dead.com and determine if this thought process can be translated into a B-movie comedy about pro-wrestling zombies.
Saturday, June 28, 2014
Schrodinger's Cat: Prelude to Observations (It shouldn't be all about me...shouldn't).
June 21, 2014
So, I guess I have to do something to make this blog about "the movie."
Over the past week, I have come up with a possible round about way of getting exposure, but that's putting its fate in the hands of a drunk's (seeming at my level, so I don't consider that fighting words) aspirations of becoming a professional wrestler.
Curse this person for pushing my creativity nerve. It may serve as a pleasant distraction from my wanting to try front flips into bear traps (not necessarily suicidal), but if I get worked up about depending on someone else, the let down may just flat back my bumps.
Thus, my focus on promoting an effort to get "Main Event of the Dead" is paramount.
Observation 1: "Main Event of the Dead" Has Charm.
How does B-Movie Zombie Wrestling Comedy not sell itself? I blame the blockbuster. Why are people buying Michael Bay's Charm-Free Translation of a Toy Line featuring Mark Wahlberg?
Read the rest of this blog and other stories at Main Event of the Dead.com and determine if this thought process can be translated into a B-movie comedy about pro-wrestling zombies.
So, I guess I have to do something to make this blog about "the movie."
Over the past week, I have come up with a possible round about way of getting exposure, but that's putting its fate in the hands of a drunk's (seeming at my level, so I don't consider that fighting words) aspirations of becoming a professional wrestler.
Curse this person for pushing my creativity nerve. It may serve as a pleasant distraction from my wanting to try front flips into bear traps (not necessarily suicidal), but if I get worked up about depending on someone else, the let down may just flat back my bumps.
Thus, my focus on promoting an effort to get "Main Event of the Dead" is paramount.
Observation 1: "Main Event of the Dead" Has Charm.
How does B-Movie Zombie Wrestling Comedy not sell itself? I blame the blockbuster. Why are people buying Michael Bay's Charm-Free Translation of a Toy Line featuring Mark Wahlberg?
Read the rest of this blog and other stories at Main Event of the Dead.com and determine if this thought process can be translated into a B-movie comedy about pro-wrestling zombies.
Friday, June 13, 2014
Schrodinger's Cat: Rationalizations of an Existentialist (Part 17: Final Exit Strategist)
I know I'm writing this a day early, but after ending last night in utter desperation, I better try to extinguish my angst before it consumes my entire 16-hour work day.
Where my head is at right now, this maybe the last plea for assistance in producing "Main Event of the Dead," my Troma-quality concept about never-would-be wrestlers accepting the challenge (and the gratuitous nudity opening credit sequence) of facing undead grapplers with ridiculous, border line offensive gimmicks.
It must solely be me that this concept has no support. Wrestlers should always ask about work, but no one has asked. Surely there are some film nerds in Peoria (why am I limiting myself when I'm suppose to have "friends" from the Iowa border to Ohio's, Minnesota to Cairo [Illinois]) who want to work on something that isn't a documentary. But, I totally incompatible with the world as I recently found out, so maybe I am the only person who thinks this is worthwhile. The seven know that I am the only one who believes that. Or at least I did.
It seems my honesty is not only unappreciated, but criminal.
Rationalization 52: You're Not Wrong, Only an Asshole Would Think That.
Society does not want to just fuck the dissenters, they want to do it in the most uncomfortable way.
I'm looking for any escape from my depression any chance I can do something I love. But because I wrote something about how it is wrong celebrating a bad wrestling promotion (there isn't a WCW tribute promotion), I cannot participate there.
That blog did not insult anyone, it just stated that to act like a promotion with no professionally trained talent made a difference in the business disrespects the business I dedicated the most in the area towards.
But, everyone took it personal it seems.
Read the rest of this blog and other stories at Main Event of the Dead.com and determine if this thought process can be translated into a B-movie comedy about pro-wrestling zombies.
Where my head is at right now, this maybe the last plea for assistance in producing "Main Event of the Dead," my Troma-quality concept about never-would-be wrestlers accepting the challenge (and the gratuitous nudity opening credit sequence) of facing undead grapplers with ridiculous, border line offensive gimmicks.
It must solely be me that this concept has no support. Wrestlers should always ask about work, but no one has asked. Surely there are some film nerds in Peoria (why am I limiting myself when I'm suppose to have "friends" from the Iowa border to Ohio's, Minnesota to Cairo [Illinois]) who want to work on something that isn't a documentary. But, I totally incompatible with the world as I recently found out, so maybe I am the only person who thinks this is worthwhile. The seven know that I am the only one who believes that. Or at least I did.
It seems my honesty is not only unappreciated, but criminal.
Rationalization 52: You're Not Wrong, Only an Asshole Would Think That.
Society does not want to just fuck the dissenters, they want to do it in the most uncomfortable way.
I'm looking for any escape from my depression any chance I can do something I love. But because I wrote something about how it is wrong celebrating a bad wrestling promotion (there isn't a WCW tribute promotion), I cannot participate there.
That blog did not insult anyone, it just stated that to act like a promotion with no professionally trained talent made a difference in the business disrespects the business I dedicated the most in the area towards.
But, everyone took it personal it seems.
Read the rest of this blog and other stories at Main Event of the Dead.com and determine if this thought process can be translated into a B-movie comedy about pro-wrestling zombies.
Saturday, June 7, 2014
Schrodinger's Cat: Rationalizations of an Existentialist (Part 16: Peoria Approved Ninja Turtle)
Busy season at the hotel, that was my immediate blame for not writing a complete blog this week. Curse my honesty, and my inability to wake up before 2 pm on Saturday.
At least give me a "D" for effort, I shut off the video games at 3:15 am. Or have I just got tired of "Minecraft?" Better not open up any of the $400 of stuff I've yet to play. Thank the seven I have not gotten into the current generations. Or am I just being cursed for buying the Wii U?
Alright, the "D" effort is for just making it to work on time. I just didn't have the time to make myself lunch.
And of course I'm cursed for that. No lunch, means I had to order from 225. It actually means I had to middle class starve since I was driving quite a bit and and couldn't appreciate the meal. At least the over tippers made it worthwhile...as it is soon to be spent on fast food once I leave work.
I can't win. The back and forth of the previous paragraphs is evidence of that. Every negative had a positive, and an inevitable negative. If we assume the pattern maintains its consistency, a positive would follow. So, if I'm not a loser, I'm Pi.
Curse my diabetes, I can't have much pie. Never had much of a taste for the traditional dish (I'd just assume have a can of the filling), but I have to even sustain from the pseudo-Italian classic, pizza.
Rationalization 50: You Can(not) Be a Ninja Turtle.
Read the rest of this blog and other stories at Main Event of the Dead.com and determine if this thought process can be translated into a B-movie comedy about pro-wrestling zombies.
At least give me a "D" for effort, I shut off the video games at 3:15 am. Or have I just got tired of "Minecraft?" Better not open up any of the $400 of stuff I've yet to play. Thank the seven I have not gotten into the current generations. Or am I just being cursed for buying the Wii U?
Alright, the "D" effort is for just making it to work on time. I just didn't have the time to make myself lunch.
And of course I'm cursed for that. No lunch, means I had to order from 225. It actually means I had to middle class starve since I was driving quite a bit and and couldn't appreciate the meal. At least the over tippers made it worthwhile...as it is soon to be spent on fast food once I leave work.
I can't win. The back and forth of the previous paragraphs is evidence of that. Every negative had a positive, and an inevitable negative. If we assume the pattern maintains its consistency, a positive would follow. So, if I'm not a loser, I'm Pi.
Curse my diabetes, I can't have much pie. Never had much of a taste for the traditional dish (I'd just assume have a can of the filling), but I have to even sustain from the pseudo-Italian classic, pizza.
Rationalization 50: You Can(not) Be a Ninja Turtle.
Read the rest of this blog and other stories at Main Event of the Dead.com and determine if this thought process can be translated into a B-movie comedy about pro-wrestling zombies.
Friday, May 23, 2014
Sky Pro...Feedback? (What you get when "19th Nervous Breakdown" comes on the Muzak)
If I've read my statistics right, the my blogs get the greatest attention is when I mention other people in the title...who reside in Central Illinois. If only I placed these bold font introductions in front of the blogs where I mentioned Sky Pro Wrestling, and those individuals' interest may be sparked to get involved with "Main Event of the Dead," an independent Troma-esque film that would lay the groundwork for Peoria wrestling's better tomorrow.
This zombie versus pro wrestler comedy was something that I thought would give a chance to better showcase everyone who was involved in Next Generation Wrestling. But, I guess since I do not respect the concept of NGW as much as everyone else, I guess my opinion doesn't count. Still, if you want a treatment of the script to see if it worth devoting at least a few hours to, they're available upon request.
Instead we have Sky Pro Wrestling, a group organized by: Norman Callaway, the first phony professional wrestler who lived along the Illinois River in the 309 area code; Jason Pemberton, a coward who feels being involved with a professional wrestling organization excuses that fact and all his other shortcomings.
I know there are/were two other owners. One who I think is/was a decent guy who I thought could be a great asset to "Main Event of the Dead." The other I believe was involved with the chaos of other downstate wrestling promotions, but I'm not certain about that.
The two owners whose names I did not mention (or know in the latter case), I hold no ill will towards. Callaway, the man has no respect for the business, so I hate if he can influence it.
Pemberton, I did not realize I had heat with, and perhaps I did not until recently. I thought being the guy he turned to be his and "Sinnister" Raul Montenegro's money man for "Legit Championship Wrestling," a proposal (the championship belt was purchased at their request) to get him back into wrestling after he was fired from NGW, I could get a favor. Especially since he was sending me Facebook request to their shows despite he knows I was an interested wrestler.
If you read my blog, you know I'm in a pretty dire mental condition. I just want to pursue something I love, be it movie making or wrestling. I requested a chance to work for Sky Pro just to help with my depression. He told me, to get better somewhere else. I'll give him credit, he said it in a "compassionate" way, but I knew it was bullshit. As my justification for the opportunity, he eventually did respond with LOL to my efforts.
If you want to know why I knew his compassion was bullshit because he hid behind my blog from a year and half prior as the reason I won't work there.
Sorry for my long winded nature in getting to the point. He said that no one wants to work with me because I gave my opinion about NGW's Last Hurrah, and it was very down on what I felt Next Generation Wrestling represented. If I knew it the event was established about inducting Alex Lawson into Steven Lucas's insult to hall of fames, it would have probably been more scaving.
Here is what I do know. I was at the after party, Norman and Ric Osborn, (he's a trained professional so I'll respect kayfabe...despite he, Callaway and John Kroell tried to end NGW when the workers refused to participate in an angle to humiliate Pemberton) didn't talk to me, but otherwise, I got a long fine with everyone else. Most respected my opinion and some supported it by saying "if only every show was the last show" when referring to the attendance.
What I'm getting at is, was my blog so damaging to their egos that I should never wrestle in my hometown again?
Aside from referring to Osborn and Callaway as lousy con artist, I didn't insult anyone directly. I just said that promotions that get celebrated leave an impact on the business (and more often then not, McMahon buys the tape library). Next Generation Wrestling was not among those deserving celebration.
And I will say that I believe I have done the most in Greater Peoria to become a successful professional wrestler. I am professionally trained (Brandon Callaway, Norman and Alex are not professional trainers), I've put most miles on my cars, and paid the most dues.
I'm may not be the most talented wrestler, but I'd like the chance to challenge that. More importantly, I just wanna do what I love.
So please, if you are pushing Sky Pro or you have something to say about my past blog, please let me know. It would make my weekend. Thanks.
http://harshside.blogspot.com/2012/03/what-is-there-to-hurrah-about.html
This zombie versus pro wrestler comedy was something that I thought would give a chance to better showcase everyone who was involved in Next Generation Wrestling. But, I guess since I do not respect the concept of NGW as much as everyone else, I guess my opinion doesn't count. Still, if you want a treatment of the script to see if it worth devoting at least a few hours to, they're available upon request.
Instead we have Sky Pro Wrestling, a group organized by: Norman Callaway, the first phony professional wrestler who lived along the Illinois River in the 309 area code; Jason Pemberton, a coward who feels being involved with a professional wrestling organization excuses that fact and all his other shortcomings.
I know there are/were two other owners. One who I think is/was a decent guy who I thought could be a great asset to "Main Event of the Dead." The other I believe was involved with the chaos of other downstate wrestling promotions, but I'm not certain about that.
The two owners whose names I did not mention (or know in the latter case), I hold no ill will towards. Callaway, the man has no respect for the business, so I hate if he can influence it.
Pemberton, I did not realize I had heat with, and perhaps I did not until recently. I thought being the guy he turned to be his and "Sinnister" Raul Montenegro's money man for "Legit Championship Wrestling," a proposal (the championship belt was purchased at their request) to get him back into wrestling after he was fired from NGW, I could get a favor. Especially since he was sending me Facebook request to their shows despite he knows I was an interested wrestler.
If you read my blog, you know I'm in a pretty dire mental condition. I just want to pursue something I love, be it movie making or wrestling. I requested a chance to work for Sky Pro just to help with my depression. He told me, to get better somewhere else. I'll give him credit, he said it in a "compassionate" way, but I knew it was bullshit. As my justification for the opportunity, he eventually did respond with LOL to my efforts.
If you want to know why I knew his compassion was bullshit because he hid behind my blog from a year and half prior as the reason I won't work there.
Sorry for my long winded nature in getting to the point. He said that no one wants to work with me because I gave my opinion about NGW's Last Hurrah, and it was very down on what I felt Next Generation Wrestling represented. If I knew it the event was established about inducting Alex Lawson into Steven Lucas's insult to hall of fames, it would have probably been more scaving.
Here is what I do know. I was at the after party, Norman and Ric Osborn, (he's a trained professional so I'll respect kayfabe...despite he, Callaway and John Kroell tried to end NGW when the workers refused to participate in an angle to humiliate Pemberton) didn't talk to me, but otherwise, I got a long fine with everyone else. Most respected my opinion and some supported it by saying "if only every show was the last show" when referring to the attendance.
What I'm getting at is, was my blog so damaging to their egos that I should never wrestle in my hometown again?
Aside from referring to Osborn and Callaway as lousy con artist, I didn't insult anyone directly. I just said that promotions that get celebrated leave an impact on the business (and more often then not, McMahon buys the tape library). Next Generation Wrestling was not among those deserving celebration.
And I will say that I believe I have done the most in Greater Peoria to become a successful professional wrestler. I am professionally trained (Brandon Callaway, Norman and Alex are not professional trainers), I've put most miles on my cars, and paid the most dues.
I'm may not be the most talented wrestler, but I'd like the chance to challenge that. More importantly, I just wanna do what I love.
So please, if you are pushing Sky Pro or you have something to say about my past blog, please let me know. It would make my weekend. Thanks.
http://harshside.blogspot.com/2012/03/what-is-there-to-hurrah-about.html
Saturday, May 17, 2014
Schrodinger's Cat: Rationalizations of an Existentialist (Part 15: If Hank Jr., Ain't Ready, You Ain't)
Perhaps I should start a Kickstarter to get the funds to start an Main Event of the Dead, LLC. If the Facebook friend who only has an intro video can reach $333 (a head of allotted schedule [he should only have a 250]), I should at least try to scam the tax man with my monthly payments to my domain host. Until we have a uniform international government, don't tax the Internet.
Eventually, to sell my horror/comedy motion picture, "Main Event of the Dead," I will need that paper work to sell this feature (if Troma doesn't jump on distribution). So if my tale of desperate workers versus Zombie Canadians, Hobos, and Obese SES members isn't enough to get your support, I'm sure Main Event of the Dead, LLC will have other endeavors, sure to make a return on your investment.
Still, getting the word about this project is the most important think, so if the 25 readers could spread this along their Facebook pages (get on the Twitter and follow MainEventZombie), we can get to the point where I can further finance this project beyond the $8.95 a month I spend for the maineventofthedead.com domain and the occasional eBay "prop" purchase.
Maybe I should write off my WWE Network subscription. Research.
Of course I'm working too much to fully enjoy my subscription. If only I had some paid time off, I can justify my need to put another 17 hours a week at another job to make ends meet. When you take in to account what account I work on for my 8:30 to 5 employer (never thought my commie loving ass would say it, but fuck you Jane Fonda), it hurts. Not as much as the emotional pain I've gotten by realizing, or should I say...
Rationalization 47: You Feel Just in Your Indifference.
Of course, who of those who have expressed the basis of support for this rational will find difficult to hear about my thoughts on it. One was a reader who told me that how I act is undeserving of support (remind me not to stand up to their next significant other who attempts to abandon them in a tough spot). The other, doesn't believe blogs should exist, and told me that my biggest problem is that I let people know I'm sad.
It'll be tough to go full coffee cat on them, but if they tell me that I'm not worthwhile, and live with it, they have no right to input.
Then again, one does take the time to give me feedback. Yes, it supports those who are indifferent to me, but it's better than having me on a friends list, and only giving a shit when I say something liberal.
So, I better come up with a clever Michael Sam reference in the title to draw that attention.
Rationalization 48.A: The Narrow Minded Will Keep You Down
Read the rest of this blog and other stories at Main Event of the Dead.com and determine if this thought process can be translated into a B-movie comedy about pro-wrestling zombies.
Eventually, to sell my horror/comedy motion picture, "Main Event of the Dead," I will need that paper work to sell this feature (if Troma doesn't jump on distribution). So if my tale of desperate workers versus Zombie Canadians, Hobos, and Obese SES members isn't enough to get your support, I'm sure Main Event of the Dead, LLC will have other endeavors, sure to make a return on your investment.
Still, getting the word about this project is the most important think, so if the 25 readers could spread this along their Facebook pages (get on the Twitter and follow MainEventZombie), we can get to the point where I can further finance this project beyond the $8.95 a month I spend for the maineventofthedead.com domain and the occasional eBay "prop" purchase.
Maybe I should write off my WWE Network subscription. Research.
Of course I'm working too much to fully enjoy my subscription. If only I had some paid time off, I can justify my need to put another 17 hours a week at another job to make ends meet. When you take in to account what account I work on for my 8:30 to 5 employer (never thought my commie loving ass would say it, but fuck you Jane Fonda), it hurts. Not as much as the emotional pain I've gotten by realizing, or should I say...
Rationalization 47: You Feel Just in Your Indifference.Of course, who of those who have expressed the basis of support for this rational will find difficult to hear about my thoughts on it. One was a reader who told me that how I act is undeserving of support (remind me not to stand up to their next significant other who attempts to abandon them in a tough spot). The other, doesn't believe blogs should exist, and told me that my biggest problem is that I let people know I'm sad.
It'll be tough to go full coffee cat on them, but if they tell me that I'm not worthwhile, and live with it, they have no right to input.
Then again, one does take the time to give me feedback. Yes, it supports those who are indifferent to me, but it's better than having me on a friends list, and only giving a shit when I say something liberal.
So, I better come up with a clever Michael Sam reference in the title to draw that attention.
Rationalization 48.A: The Narrow Minded Will Keep You Down
Read the rest of this blog and other stories at Main Event of the Dead.com and determine if this thought process can be translated into a B-movie comedy about pro-wrestling zombies.
Saturday, May 10, 2014
Schrodinger's Cat: Rationalizations of an Existentialist (Part 14: Buried further than Daniel Bryan)
With my recent reformatting of this blog, I should place my pleas for validation every other blog. Then again, if the odd number blog sucks, promoting my film project, "Main Event of the Dead," may be for not.
This blog should be about the progress of my script to production, but until there is support, this is dedicated to my social development or lack there of. Let's change that by asking me what can be done to assist in producing my tale of six, color-themed (a Tarantino tribute), "professional" wrestlers and their quest to obtain their only big pay day. Since their opponents are undead gimmicks that an absolute politically incorrectly Vince McMahon would salivate over (that still maybe an understatement), it maybe their final pay day.
Perhaps I should sell it as Peoria wrestling in a nut shell. Either way, shouldn't it be accurately captured? And at least you know how to contribute to the project if your not an artist or seductress to promote the film. You can at least offer me less pretentious names for the protagonist. Let me know at russthebus07@gmail.com
For those who keep up on the blog, sorry for not writing an installment last week. It was a tough weekend for me since it was Stacia Hardin's 32 birthday. As a "Star Wars" fan, I know that shouldn't be the case.
I may have the right to be bitter about her ruining the holiday of May the Fourth, a more valid holiday than Mother's, Father's Day or Easter since it can fall on a weekday. In a perfect world, we would receive a paid day off from fueling the rich's agenda to hold down the poor. When it comes to perfection, I think being born on May 4 only proves how perfect Stacia was.
So, my failure to write a blog dedicated to her memory was my bad, and I definitely at least had one more way of honoring her memory. And since it would have been in poor taste to write my bold printed advertisement for the purpose of this blog, it would have been an easy one to write.
Sorry Stacia for dropping the ball. Sorry for not honoring you properly, but at least I didn't write anything irrefutably stupid. At the time, I was going to write a blog investigating the concepts of proper and improper dedications. Since it would had to have been titled "To the Insensitive Dead of Morton, Illinois," the attention the title received would have made me more hated in my hometown than Donald Sterling (timely, but if you know Mortonites, that guy probably offend them "too" much).
Rationalization 44: I'm Buried by Your Indifference.
Read the rest of this blog and other stories at Main Event of the Dead.com and determine if this thought process can be translated into a B-movie comedy about pro-wrestling zombies.
This blog should be about the progress of my script to production, but until there is support, this is dedicated to my social development or lack there of. Let's change that by asking me what can be done to assist in producing my tale of six, color-themed (a Tarantino tribute), "professional" wrestlers and their quest to obtain their only big pay day. Since their opponents are undead gimmicks that an absolute politically incorrectly Vince McMahon would salivate over (that still maybe an understatement), it maybe their final pay day.
Perhaps I should sell it as Peoria wrestling in a nut shell. Either way, shouldn't it be accurately captured? And at least you know how to contribute to the project if your not an artist or seductress to promote the film. You can at least offer me less pretentious names for the protagonist. Let me know at russthebus07@gmail.com
For those who keep up on the blog, sorry for not writing an installment last week. It was a tough weekend for me since it was Stacia Hardin's 32 birthday. As a "Star Wars" fan, I know that shouldn't be the case.
I may have the right to be bitter about her ruining the holiday of May the Fourth, a more valid holiday than Mother's, Father's Day or Easter since it can fall on a weekday. In a perfect world, we would receive a paid day off from fueling the rich's agenda to hold down the poor. When it comes to perfection, I think being born on May 4 only proves how perfect Stacia was.
So, my failure to write a blog dedicated to her memory was my bad, and I definitely at least had one more way of honoring her memory. And since it would have been in poor taste to write my bold printed advertisement for the purpose of this blog, it would have been an easy one to write.
Sorry Stacia for dropping the ball. Sorry for not honoring you properly, but at least I didn't write anything irrefutably stupid. At the time, I was going to write a blog investigating the concepts of proper and improper dedications. Since it would had to have been titled "To the Insensitive Dead of Morton, Illinois," the attention the title received would have made me more hated in my hometown than Donald Sterling (timely, but if you know Mortonites, that guy probably offend them "too" much).
Rationalization 44: I'm Buried by Your Indifference.
Read the rest of this blog and other stories at Main Event of the Dead.com and determine if this thought process can be translated into a B-movie comedy about pro-wrestling zombies.
Saturday, April 26, 2014
Those for Conceal and Carry: America's New Pets (Schrodinger's Cat: Part 13)
Before we get into my leftist agenda, which wouldn't exist on this website dedicated to a film production, I'd like to at least attempt to spark your interest in "Main Event of the Dead." This is a film I written about "pro" wrestlers who get conned into competing against undead wrestlers with borderline offensive gimmicks. Nudity, gore and comedy, this film will attempt to take wrestling to an extreme and back from those who say "Let's Go Cena!" Feel fee to ask for a treatment of the story by emailing russthebus07@gmail.com
If only I could get WWE Films behind it. I'd definitely have a better tag line: "If Cena Lives, We Riot."
At this time, I'm not looking for finances to get this project off the ground, just support and some promotional material. If I I have that, I have something to post on Kickstarter to get the cash.
Please send me your suggestions, if I haven't pissed you off. Or even if I have. That way, I won't need to constantly come up with material, thus the need to blog about what's wrong with the right will cease.
Honestly, I do not know why anyone would be offended when I'm comparing those people to the most adorable creatures on this planet, cats.
A few mornings ago, I leave my second floor apartment to see the heartwarming visage of a black cat with white paws wondering on the balcony. This left me in a very vulnerable state since other residents were leaving for their jobs, and no one was attending to this sleek furball. After a few moments, I was left to follow suit. Without tags, no matter how undoubtedly loving this feline maybe, I couldn't leave a wild beast with my furry, fluffy and awesome cat Eva. At least if she...
Why do we assign the feminine gender to cats...or at least why do I...lets avoid my personal issues for a change with this blog.
If this lost godly creature had her tags, someone could at least knock on the door of the owner to inform them that their residence is less holy. Without a response, I could at least present her with a safe social environment until the bi-peds (sorry if I'm just assuming all my neighbors haven't sacrificed legs to the Bush administration) returned from their places of works.
I hate having to do anything that may serve to restrict...or just tick off...my cute roommate, but I determined that my cat needed to sport her tags. A challenge since she won't communicate her fashion sense. But on the bright side, this means I have a cat urine-free wardrobe, at least until she gets of 3/8th inch choker.
Rationalization 42: Everyone Needs a Visible Tattoo for Identifications Sake.
Read the rest of this blog and other stories at Main Event of the Dead.com and determine if this thought process can be translated into a B-movie comedy about pro-wrestling zombies.
If only I could get WWE Films behind it. I'd definitely have a better tag line: "If Cena Lives, We Riot."
At this time, I'm not looking for finances to get this project off the ground, just support and some promotional material. If I I have that, I have something to post on Kickstarter to get the cash.
Please send me your suggestions, if I haven't pissed you off. Or even if I have. That way, I won't need to constantly come up with material, thus the need to blog about what's wrong with the right will cease.
Honestly, I do not know why anyone would be offended when I'm comparing those people to the most adorable creatures on this planet, cats.
A few mornings ago, I leave my second floor apartment to see the heartwarming visage of a black cat with white paws wondering on the balcony. This left me in a very vulnerable state since other residents were leaving for their jobs, and no one was attending to this sleek furball. After a few moments, I was left to follow suit. Without tags, no matter how undoubtedly loving this feline maybe, I couldn't leave a wild beast with my furry, fluffy and awesome cat Eva. At least if she...
Why do we assign the feminine gender to cats...or at least why do I...lets avoid my personal issues for a change with this blog.
If this lost godly creature had her tags, someone could at least knock on the door of the owner to inform them that their residence is less holy. Without a response, I could at least present her with a safe social environment until the bi-peds (sorry if I'm just assuming all my neighbors haven't sacrificed legs to the Bush administration) returned from their places of works.
I hate having to do anything that may serve to restrict...or just tick off...my cute roommate, but I determined that my cat needed to sport her tags. A challenge since she won't communicate her fashion sense. But on the bright side, this means I have a cat urine-free wardrobe, at least until she gets of 3/8th inch choker.
Rationalization 42: Everyone Needs a Visible Tattoo for Identifications Sake.
Read the rest of this blog and other stories at Main Event of the Dead.com and determine if this thought process can be translated into a B-movie comedy about pro-wrestling zombies.
Saturday, April 12, 2014
Schrodinger's Cat: Rationalizations of an Existentialist (Part 12: Petition to Waterboard Nancy Grace)
Any aspiring artist reading this blog? Any cute girls who can seductively read a press statement? If you want to make lower three figures (five if you include pass the decimal point), let me know if you would like to assist with the promotion for my zombie versus pro-wrestling screenplay, "Main Event of the Dead." © 2011 Russ Stevens. If you want to preview the project before committing, let me know and I'll send you a treatment of the script (russthebus07@gmail.com).
This project is not about making money, just an investment in yet another profession that most have advised not to pursue. So, I'm not in a position to exploit your efforts.
and thus, you've just read my latest rationalization...
Rationalization 38: I'm Not Nancy Grace.
I may have my creativity back. That felt like one of my most constructive introductions to my Cat blogs. This may have also presented a new format for all of my personal blogs that aren't actually related to the actual production of "Main Event of the Dead."
Allow me to rephrase the previous statement. These blogs aren't directly related to the production of my film. The implication that if you really want to help me, actually show support for this project. Hell, I'll settle for some word of mouth if you can't commit.
And please spread the word, because I don't know how I'll use this blog format once I have concluded this series.
Rationalization 39: Facebook is the home for the angry minority and stupid majority.
Read the rest of this blog and other stories at Main Event of the Dead.com and determine if this thought process can be translated into a B-movie comedy about pro-wrestling zombies.
This project is not about making money, just an investment in yet another profession that most have advised not to pursue. So, I'm not in a position to exploit your efforts.
and thus, you've just read my latest rationalization...
Rationalization 38: I'm Not Nancy Grace.
I may have my creativity back. That felt like one of my most constructive introductions to my Cat blogs. This may have also presented a new format for all of my personal blogs that aren't actually related to the actual production of "Main Event of the Dead."
Allow me to rephrase the previous statement. These blogs aren't directly related to the production of my film. The implication that if you really want to help me, actually show support for this project. Hell, I'll settle for some word of mouth if you can't commit.
And please spread the word, because I don't know how I'll use this blog format once I have concluded this series.
Rationalization 39: Facebook is the home for the angry minority and stupid majority.
Read the rest of this blog and other stories at Main Event of the Dead.com and determine if this thought process can be translated into a B-movie comedy about pro-wrestling zombies.
Friday, April 4, 2014
A Brief Morose Installment
I think I may be creatively shot. An optimist would say that I'm just being too hard on myself trying to write a blog after 12 hours between my two jobs (with four more remaining). How can one be expected to come up with inspiration after proofreading a database(s) of over-the-counter testosterone boosters?
That should be evidence I have hit the wall in all aspects of my life. With my cynical nature, joking about the need for male virility should be at least comic bronze...maybe silver.
I'm comfortable with ending the blogs on down notes, not so much opening them. Then again, I've been opening the last installments with pleas for materials to help promote "Main Event of the Dead." With zero reaction to those in the past month, it emphasizes the bummer my efforts seem to be.
Regardless of how lonely this blog reminds me that I am, I gotta come up with something that I can get snarky about, otherwise I have to go right to my panic invoking theory on existence. Too my credit though, it isn't as sinister as Johnny Depp's latest movie premise. Aren't we glad that I couldn't pass computer programming courses to cause damage beyond myself.
Rationalization 37 (Preview): Complete = Defeat
Maybe I'm not as self destructive as I thought I was. There's a degree of fear to completing this series of blogs because it leaves me where all I have to do is experiment with my theory that being alive is the same as being dead.
So, the cat is out of the box. At least it's found some life from the blog. Guess it's best to just wrap this one up and hope I can get around to finalizing everything I've been rationalizing. Maybe I'll have some subtle comedy to open the next installment up.
May I never be complete. Too bad I feel helpless to just let the chips fall where they may. Especially when the chips are being hoarded...
Back to 2003, shut up Russ. No need to elaborate how you've metaphorically punch Brad Pitt in the ear.
Saturday, March 29, 2014
Schrodinger's Cat: Rationalizations of an Existentialist (Part 11: Information Kills)
I've come up with some ways of promoting "Main Event of the Dead," but they're all dependent upon having some kind of enticing media to draw attention to it. My love for the written word prevents me from video blogging (but if any of my tempting female friends would like to read a press release for YouTube, that may work), so I think a movie poster is the way to go. If any of my artistic friends can come up with a cool pro wrestler vs. zombie image that is worthwhile, pass it my way and I promise some sort of fiscal compensation for your effort (effort...drinking money, worthwhile...we'll talk).
If you want to spread the word about any worth this project may have, I'd be happy to send you a treatment of the script so that you may promote the best parts...or at least give me pointers of how to clean up the worst. Please email me at russthebus07@gmail.com
It's tough to muster up the mental strength to write this blog. I'm kind of glad for the longer I had the "How you can help statement" to take up space. On the flip side, the start time for when I write this post was 90 minutes late.
Now we're in a homicidal Krusty The Klown zone:
What's really good today was that the distractions (after buying Cubs tickets and a Macho Man tank top...http://barbershopwindow.com needs to look into that market for the tattooed wrestling fan...and an affiliate program so that wouldn't have been a free plug) lead me to come up with a way to complete my forearm to make my "Tank Girl" pop out more when I tell the world to "sod off." It's also a way to let me pay homage to KMFDM.
So those are a couple of little victories, but it reminds me of how nihilism has taken over.
I mean, say what you want about the tenets of National Socialism, Dude, at least it's an ethos.
Rationalization 37 (Preview): Complete = Defeat
I could really get on a Palahniuk roll to potentially wrap up this series of blogs, but I got to try shining the turd that I couldn't get to last week.
Rationalization 32: Insecurity does not demand equality.
I don't know if I would have cooled down from Jenna encouraging a loss of Marbles if the vertically challengedPeoria Chicago (so use to pissing on the appropriately nick named "P-Town") wrestling scene didn't express their lack of knowledge about the difference between inequality and insecurity. Or maybe I'm just upset about the lack of kayfabe because the heel's tweet was shared by the last face he feuded with (I haven't seen any booking announcements to indicate any turns).
One of the boys decided to post a cartoon on their Twitter feed (so I'll at least credit him for using the best social media tool I've discovered...Tumblr is calling out to me) opens with a frame that shows a guy tell an over-sized girl "I prefer thinner girls" only to be unanimously called a pig by a group of girls. In the next window, a shorter man is told by a woman that "I prefer taller men" to be cheered on by the same group of girls (only one of the stick chicks made a short insult).
The cartoon ask why men are pigs for telling a girl something she "can" control while girls can reject men who are short and not be demonized. My attempt to try calming down the insecure by claiming that women can't be judged because they are controlled by biology to focus on the better physical specimens failed (satire is truly a dead art). He claimed that men will be called pigs regardless of how they determine their ideal mate. This implies to me that if you feel insulted, you should get the opportunity to insult the verbal assailant. We shouldn't allow gender rules to dictate otherwise.
I'm sorry, were you called a midget once by a girl? To feel insulted for what you are, I think a derogatory term needs to be applied. Or a play on stereotype (sorry, I'm so use to being wicked short, I don't know them). I doubt a girl would dangle a napkin with her phone number above your head to taunt you. She'd just give you a fake number.
If you can't change it, don't feel insulted by it.
When it comes to waist lines, you are the ironic pig to use that as an out. You're basically telling the person to change to be likable. Thus, ignoring the fact that skinny is not the only thing to like about someone. And you're just being lazy. Can't you be creative and come up with something like...height? Or lie when you see what ever bobble that indicates their faith. If all else fails, choose Satan.
Rationalization 33: It's not me, it's you damn it.
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Now we're in a homicidal Krusty The Klown zone:
- Lack of Energy--that's bad.
- Convenient Filler--that's good.
- Procrastination--that's bad.
- Using a 20 Year-Old "Simpson's" Joke to Fill Unnecessary Space--that's good.
What's really good today was that the distractions (after buying Cubs tickets and a Macho Man tank top...http://barbershopwindow.com needs to look into that market for the tattooed wrestling fan...and an affiliate program so that wouldn't have been a free plug) lead me to come up with a way to complete my forearm to make my "Tank Girl" pop out more when I tell the world to "sod off." It's also a way to let me pay homage to KMFDM.
So those are a couple of little victories, but it reminds me of how nihilism has taken over.
I mean, say what you want about the tenets of National Socialism, Dude, at least it's an ethos.
Rationalization 37 (Preview): Complete = Defeat
I could really get on a Palahniuk roll to potentially wrap up this series of blogs, but I got to try shining the turd that I couldn't get to last week.
Rationalization 32: Insecurity does not demand equality.
I don't know if I would have cooled down from Jenna encouraging a loss of Marbles if the vertically challenged
One of the boys decided to post a cartoon on their Twitter feed (so I'll at least credit him for using the best social media tool I've discovered...Tumblr is calling out to me) opens with a frame that shows a guy tell an over-sized girl "I prefer thinner girls" only to be unanimously called a pig by a group of girls. In the next window, a shorter man is told by a woman that "I prefer taller men" to be cheered on by the same group of girls (only one of the stick chicks made a short insult).
The cartoon ask why men are pigs for telling a girl something she "can" control while girls can reject men who are short and not be demonized. My attempt to try calming down the insecure by claiming that women can't be judged because they are controlled by biology to focus on the better physical specimens failed (satire is truly a dead art). He claimed that men will be called pigs regardless of how they determine their ideal mate. This implies to me that if you feel insulted, you should get the opportunity to insult the verbal assailant. We shouldn't allow gender rules to dictate otherwise.
I'm sorry, were you called a midget once by a girl? To feel insulted for what you are, I think a derogatory term needs to be applied. Or a play on stereotype (sorry, I'm so use to being wicked short, I don't know them). I doubt a girl would dangle a napkin with her phone number above your head to taunt you. She'd just give you a fake number.
If you can't change it, don't feel insulted by it.
When it comes to waist lines, you are the ironic pig to use that as an out. You're basically telling the person to change to be likable. Thus, ignoring the fact that skinny is not the only thing to like about someone. And you're just being lazy. Can't you be creative and come up with something like...height? Or lie when you see what ever bobble that indicates their faith. If all else fails, choose Satan.
Rationalization 33: It's not me, it's you damn it.
Read the rest of this blog and other stories at Main Event of the Dead.com and determine if this thought process can be translated into a B-movie comedy about pro-wrestling zombies.