The OCHO or the Disgruntled's Real Secondary Championship: Part 7

*Blog post started on August 24, 2020.

It is a good thing the alcohol and general exhaustion from my staycation kicked in last night because I could not finish "Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas". My need to stick to a schedule means I did not need to review it today. Hopefully, "AEW Dark" will not run too long because I do need something for a Wednesday post. I mean Thursday. Being away from a keyboard for a week can really screw you up.

Part of my inability to stick it through a two-hour flick was constantly checking IMDb on my phone to verify that I caught something in this trippy film. Then, I dove into some rabbit holes. My feelings toward Christina Ricci are more off than I originally thought. Her sexualized films are something I have avoided because she has always Wednesday Addams to me. It just felt creepy. Turns out, she is a half a month older than I.

Growing up is something I got to work on, especially with my efforts to be an ideal feminist. Quit identifying her as a child and let her be an empowered woman. Good thing Dakota Fanning did not star in any films that I would run out to see when she was a kid. That identity is something I do not need to correct. But am I denying her talent if I do not take her whole filmography into account?

So, the White Rabbit's trail was a real screwy one for me. If only the iPhone was never invented. It is just too easy to get distracted. Having to pull out a keyboard and waiting for the computer boot up takes more effort. Enough extra effort that I will just watch the movie.

That is the real reason I should be championing opening movie theaters back up instead of these unprecedented times leaving me with no place to take tea-totaling women out on dates. I just cannot skip to watching a flick at my place or yours. Movie theaters would be nice because I would just turn off my phone if there is a crowd. If there was not one, you cannot ask the projectionist to pause the movie so I can determine if that was actor was Flea or Ralph Fiennes.

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Pausing is something I need to utilize more when it comes to watching pro-wrestling. How much AEW am I really absorbing when I am trying to send out my tweets to promote my blogs? If someone trashes The Squad, calling them out along by and all of their fellow douche-minded takes time. So what if I miss out on the 30-winner hashtag.

And of course the irony of DVR is that the NBA over run did not allow me to see all of the Saturday show when I came home from my retail gig. Nothing works in 2020.

Thus, I missed Mr. Brodie Lee ascension to the TNT Championship. If they book him right, he should be the most dominant champion in the business, especially after Roman Reigns surrendered his safety to run through The Fiend. Which is a great segue to what I hope is the conclusion to my title history of the Disgruntled's Real Secondary Championship series for The Disgruntled's Real Championship Wrestling blog.

I think there is only two years left to covered. If WWE hotshot booking can be avoided, this will should be brief.

Check out the rest of this blog and the indie/correct view on wrestling at The "Disgruntled's Real Championship Wrestling"

Imagining We Still Had VHS: "Claymore" Volume 1

*Blog post started on August 14, 2020.

Two more blog posts and I should be set for my vacation. It is great day to have multiple realizations. Unfortunately, the first being that you cannot have an anime review about a strong female protagonists that only covers its first few episodes and call it "A Taste of". I hope I get one more realization for an acceptable title by the time I finish the review.

As for my other realizations, I was able to remember my password to all the essential systems at my retail job (I should see if I can update my address outside of those confines) and I remember that I have a notebook of movie reviews from 2010 at my desk. If you want a third realization, it would seem that I was predisposed to focus on the 90-minute runtime as I soon discovered flipping through the pages.

Aside from my questionable health, I think the world is telling me to relax. High interest credit cards are in order. Lack of income should be straightened out with the return to retail. There is so much blog stuff today, why worry about the racist and sexist bullshit that Trump is going to be spouting today, at least for a few hours.

And there is the fourth realization. I am going home at some point this week, so Mom will keep me up to speed on that. It is tempting to put my "Squad Goals" and "IMPEACHED" bumper stickers on my car, but anxiety dictates I not bite the hand that is willing to feed. Play nice through October and be there to comfort her during her upcoming depression, provided this country is not as awful as it seems.

Speaking of awfulness, there are still tweets promoting my blogs to post today. After a momentous week, more trolling of great Americans is likely. With my luck, that might take up this evening, but since I love shooting Malort, I can endure and benefit from it. This would just mean I would have to bump back tonight's tweets to Monday. In turn, lets not worry about rushing a movie review out when the schedule would be better served by a wrestling list.

Just relax and let everything play out. It sort of feels like my increased use of cannabis might be shaping me into the ideal artist. Thank you Governor Pritzker.

Speaking of my enjoyment of the Member Berries strand, I should have probably have partook in it last night. It would have been appropriate since I decided to focus less on 90-minute flicks by returning to what got me into writing and the internet. That is anime.

Member Tenchi? Oh I member Tenchi! Member when Jerry Lawlor talked about puppies?

The only problem was that having seen episodes multiple times, paying attention to them is a little difficult in a sober state. I knew everything that was going to happen when I put "Claymore" into my Blu-ray player. What I failed to remember was how stylized the violence was and how the manga is captured. With rock music, colors, and violence, being high would have probably reinvented the experience.

Marijuana might reinvent the experience that was the pseudo-medieval "Claymore", but since I would like to express my admiration of it, better tell you what it is like with a clear head. Here is the experience of what would have probably been the first VHS tape of the series. Oh how I miss tape collecting.

Claymore: Episodes 1 through 4

Check out the rest of this critique at AnimeRuss.blogspot.com - For those curious about anime but hate the geeks

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