I’ve mentioned numerous times that I pretty much glaze over wrestling these days. I still enjoy it, and I’m still a fan of it, but the fact of the matter is that I really loathe how RAW is presented. Full of commercial breaks, always in the middle of matches, far too many matches that are always pushing storylines and not showcasing much actual wrestling, and then more commercials when they aren’t plugging the next pay-per-view or the WWE Network in general.
I’ve gotten watching RAW on DVR to a science; for the most part, I can knock out the three-hour long program in probably 90 minutes or less, seeing as how an hour alone is pretty much lost to commercials. But really, I’ve learned that pushing the 30-seconds ahead button to the equivalent of 4:30-5:30 minutes pretty much nails every commercial break, and that any Sheamus or Randy Orton match is usually around eight total minutes, and a Bray Wyatt diatribe is usually about 6-8 minutes.
Needless to say, I fast forward a lot of matches, and the biggest rub from me as a viewer, is if I stop and watch a particular wrestler’s segment.
In short: Capcom makes headbands with little googly chick birds suspended on them, to tribute the dizzy birds from Street Fighter II.
But my first thought is that if they’re attempting to merchandise off of dizzies in SF2, when are they going to try and merchandise and monetize off of the random puking that occurred in the same game?
Seriously, they could be like chintzy fake Halloween beards, but instead of hair, it be this gelatinous orange or tan rivulet that hung off your chin instead. Perfect for referencing the perfectly timed hit in SF2 that prompted the damaged character to spontaneously hurl straight downward.
Maybe this ingenious suggestion will make the next round of SF2 tribute merch. After all, there’s still dizzy stars and dizzy grim reapers to exploit, but they would be inconsequential if they were sold at the same time as SF2 vomit beards.
Call it a jinx. Call it overconfidence. Call it not waiting for the fat lady to sing. But whatever you want to call it, it’s ultimately bullshit, because the Braves are on the cusp of fucking one more thing up, and that’s not finishing the season with 100 losses, and ultimately the worst record in baseball.
From the very day I wrote my swan song for a guaranteed 100 losses, where the Braves were playing .133 baseball, they have suddenly gone 7-3 in their last ten games*, have reached the 62-win plateau, and literally with one more win, avoid the humiliation of a 100-loss season. Go figure that such a sudden hot streak would coincide perfectly with my declaration that the team was done and that 100 losses was all but inevitable.
*including a sweep against the Phillies whom at the time were playing vastly better baseball than Atlanta, but if there’s one thing any sports fan should ever remind themselves frequently is that you can’t rely on a team from Philadelphia to ever get the job done
As is often part of the morning ritual, I sat down at my desk with my first cup of coffee for the day, and after the first tentative sip to gauge temperature, I began to read the local news. I do this in spite of my general dread at seeing at what shootings and/or killings occurred in Southwest Atlanta over the last 24 hours, and hope to read something that’s of genuine interest, because ultimately, I’d like to be fairly well aware of what’s going on in my neck of the woods.
On top of the stories of shootings and/or killings that occurred in Southwest Atlanta over the last 24 hours, I noticed a fairly disturbing amount of stories regarding accidents resulting in fatalities or severe injuries, because someone was driving on the wrong side of the road, leading to some devastating sounding head-on collisions.
Over the weekend alone, there these two (reported) incidents within Metro Atlanta where people somehow managed to get on the wrong sides of the road heading in the opposite direction of the flow of traffic, and inevitably slamming head-first into oncoming vehicles. Unfortunately, in both cases, there were fatalities, along with several severe injuries, and in one of them, the victim was a police officer.
Short story shorter: Fresno man rescues his entire family from an apartment fire, yawn. Goes back in afterward to rescue slab of ribs from getting burned, HERO.
This guy truly know what’s up. He has his priorities straight, obviously.
I don’t know who this guy is, other than the fact that his name is Robert Wright and he lives in Fresno, California. But I think I love him.
The best part of this whole thing is that he basically cut a wrestling promo; he introduced himself, engaged himself to the camera, identified what he did, and what his intentions were. Obviously vastly more talented than Bray Wyatt.
Bonus points for him brandishing his rescued slab of ribs the entire 90 second interview, as if it were a championship belt. I mean, ribs are delicious, and his look pretty legit, so I guess it’s a matter of why the heck shouldn’t he?
Professionally, this is a fact that I try to downplay, because the very presence of ego is popularly believed to be the antithesis of teamwork, and teamwork is a concept that is extremely looked highly upon in the working world. Never mind the fact that there are jobs and projects out there, where the optimal working condition does call for individuals to do individual work, when the day is over, egos are often perceived as negative, detrimental things, and that we should not have them at all, so all can remain harmonious and cohesive, in absofuckinglutely everything.
Yet we all do. Anyone who says they do not, is delusional and lying.
Now the size of said egos are up for debate, and are certainly on a case-by-case basis, but when the day is over, we all have them.
For the better part of the last two weeks, my time after work hours has been spent, either doing more work for work, entertaining guests, communicating with family, or editing the massive number of pictures I took from Dragon*Con.
Just the other day, I finally finished the last of the pictures to edit, and have queued them up for eventual posting to the brog. My current assignment at work has begun winding down, and I’m no longer getting calls or emails at 10 pm, asking me to “make some quick edits,” and the matters concerning my family are a whole lot of waiting games, so there’s little sense in needing to fret for every other minute of the days.
That being said, I don’t know what do with myself anymore. It’s felt like it’s been so long since I had complete freedom to sit around and do nothing again. I stood around for a moment after I got home from work and went on my usual after-work jog and ate some dinner, wondering just what the heck I was going to do for the rest of the night. I mean, the possibilities felt a little endless, since I’m behind on wrestling, House of Cards, and there are things collecting on my DVR that I’ll eventually want to watch. I’ve got video games that I haven’t even touched that I’m debating on giving some attention to as well.