If omens were a thing, it’s good I’m skipping Dragon*Con this year

I’m sure I’ve written about it already, it’s hard to keep track when everything is kept offline, but I’m not going to Dragon*Con this year, and I’m frankly at peace with that choice.  At the same time, I don’t see the need to make an announcement over social media or anything because I’m really nobody, and nobody is going to care anyway.  I also don’t want to be perceived as a downer dunking on the con, because I don’t dislike the convention one bit, it’s just that I can’t seem to find the magic recipe in order to actually have a good time anymore.  So instead of risking impeding the anticipation and excitement for others, I’ll just keep quietly to myself writing my thoughts on a brog that isn’t even online.

But back to the point, if omens really did exist, then I think it’s a good thing that I’m skipping out this year.  I’m not sure how many outside of Atlanta actually heard, but at the Sheraton AKA the hotel where goers usually have to go pick up their registrations, there was an outbreak of Legionnaires’ disease, which is basically pneumonia on steroids not too long ago, and the hotel has been under a lot of fire and criticism about their sanitation and safety.  A lot of people were afflicted with the ailment, and there was one reported death attributed to it.

There was a lot of speculation on whether or not the hotel could get the green light before Dragon*Con or not, to which of course they would, because Labor Day weekend is such a cash meteor for the entire city, that the Sheraton is going to damn well make sure that they can take part in collecting from the money printer as well.  But the fact of the matter is that they did do a rush job in order to get cleared, which they supposedly are, but skeptics like me can’t help but wonder just what shortcuts were taken in order to get the green light, and honestly short cuts are what probably led to the hotel becoming a ground zero for Legionnaires’ in the first place.

Thankfully, I’ve never been a Sheraton guy, as most of my friends and I have always been Marriott people.  But I definitely know people who are staying at the Sheraton, and of course they’re going to be a packed house, and I certainly hope that nobody comes out of the weekend with any weird ailments or reason to believe that the Legionnaires’ outbreak wasn’t adequately taken care of, in pursuit of money.

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Energy Star done lost their mind

When I briefly lived in an apartment, there was once a day in which it was abundantly clear that the air conditioning went out.  When it was obvious that no cool air was coming out of the vents, I called up the main office to see if I could get someone from maintenance over to come fix it.  However, it was a Sunday, and the office hours were drastically reduced, and I was unable to actually get with a human being on the phone, and I thought that I was going to be boned until Monday.

I tried to stick it out, but didn’t last more than 30 minutes before I began looking through drawers for the information packet that was given to us when moving in, to see if there were any alternative numbers to call, or if I could get to maintenance directly or something.  I found an emergency number and figured it wouldn’t hurt to call and get a human being on the line to see if they could point me in the right direction.

When I got a person to pick up, I explained my situation, and they asked me to tell them what the thermostat read.  “83,” I told them, and they responded with “I’ll be right over.  82F is what we consider to be an emergency.”

In less than an hour, a maintenance guy showed up, turned out a freon recharge was all that was needed, and then the entire apartment began cooling down pretty quickly afterward.

The point of this little story is that I just read this article about what Energy Star recommended people keep their thermostats at, in order to save energy:

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GLOW, season 3: the setup season

Just finished watching GLOW, season 3 on Netflix.  In a nutshell, it was an okay season that dealt with some heavy-handed topics, but feels like it’s straying away from everything that made GLOW, GLOW, and that everything in the season was mostly to set up for future seasons of the show.

In some degree, it’s smart that they’ve sowed the seeds necessary in order for them to have future seasons of GLOW, but at the same time, they kind of sacrificed a lot of the present in order to prepare for a future that doesn’t exist yet, as (to my knowledge) there is no future season(s) of GLOW yet ordered.  If I’m a betting man, I bet there will be, but frankly in this day and age, it’s hard to ever be certain whenever it comes to the futures of any show, because every show is one actor scandal, writing controversy or some executive going bonkers from getting killed off, regardless of if they’re already nicely wrapped up, or if the plot is as open-ended as a Choose Your Own Adventure book.

But still, I had a really hard time getting into this season as I did the previous two, because I think that the plot bounced around a little too much throughout the season.  Sure, it’s good to shine the spotlight on all of the girls in various times, but when the day is over, the show really is generally centralized around Sam, Ruth and Debbie.  And as potentially interesting the lives of Bash, Rhonda, Carmen, Cherry and the others are, ten episodes just isn’t really enough time to get into everyone, and ultimately, I felt as if the show couldn’t really decide very well which plots to stick with, and was just kind of all over the place.

And for a show that’s technically about women wrestlers, the show strayed pretty far from the wrestling itself and touched on some pretty heavy handed topics, such as homophobia, racial/religious awareness as well as eating disorders.  I’m not saying that such things shouldn’t be touched on and fleshed out, because they are most definitely very important things in today’s society, but again, going back to the fact that there were just ten episodes, I don’t think there was simply enough time to really get in on all of them, as well as try and be remotely cohesive to the rest of the show.

Ultimately, maybe it was just not being in the right frame of mind to watch, but I did think it got better as it went on.  It was a little slow starting, but did pick up a little momentum along the way.  I don’t think it’s the best season of the three, and I still maintain that it felt like they were spending more time planting seeds for the future rather than being in the present, it was still alright, and as I often say when it comes to Alison Brie, it’s very hard to not fall a little bit of in love with her, when she’s on her game, and thankfully the show made sure to give her enough screen time to get in her shining moments.

And hopefully for the writers of S3, there will be a season 4 announced soon, so that the seeds they’ve planted actually have future seasons to grow into.  And hopefully then, they won’t spend so much time re-preparing for the future that they won’t be able to shine in the present.

I shouldn’t have left the house

Ever have one of those days where something feels amiss?  Like there’s a sinking feeling in your stomach or in your mind that something is off?  I can recall a few here and there in my life, and without much question, they’ve often times things have gone bad in some way shape or form.  But the important thing is to identify when days like this are transpiring, and knowing when to be extra careful with the little things, that might seem like auto-pilot in other times, like driving around.

I got pulled over for speeding on a road not that far from my house, because I mostly just wasn’t paying any attention.  I took for granted the typical behavior in which I drove on this particular road, and didn’t really consider the speed limit, and when I saw the cop standing in the middle of the road with his hand outstretched, I thought “oh shit,” and immediately knew what was happening.

Honestly, I’m not upset with the police, after all they’re just doing their job, and I happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time, and I was the unlucky schlub who got caught.  I’m more upset with myself, because one, I should have identified how the day was going, because I had been in a funky mood the entire day prior, and two, I frankly didn’t even need to leave the house in the first place.  I went out, because I was bored, and I was on my way to go play some Pokémon Go because I thought it might cheer me up.

Yeah, I got a ticket for speeding while on my way to go play Pokémon Go.  It’s embarrassing to admit it, and it’s like the worst possible reason to ever get a ticket.  I wasn’t late for an important meeting, I wasn’t late to meet up for dinner or anything, nah, I just went out on a whim to try and go catch some Pikachus, and I got punished for my negligent driving while being out when I totally didn’t have to.

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Welp, that didn’t take long

This is one of those times where I’m actually glad that my site is still offline.  And even if it were online, this isn’t something that I would post immediately, and would keep this one a draft until the coast is clear.  Normally that’s kind of against the general idea of brogging, but there are special circumstances and exceptions in which I am more than willing to bend the rules with.

But if the post’s image isn’t the biggest hint in the world, let’s just go ahead and put it out in text:

My wife and I are going to have a baby.

Still feels a little weird and a bit amazing to having typed those words out in front of me, but there it is.  My wife is pregnant; I’ve never been keen on the idea of couples who use the royal “we” when referring to announcing a pregnancy, because let’s be real here, the woman is the only one who has to deal with all the physical burden of the whole process, so it’s her pregnancy, while I am the schlub who will do anything and everything I can for her while going through it.

She’s going to be a mom, and I’m going to be a dad.  An 엄마 and an 아빠.  Together, our brand-new family is going to be getting just a little bit bigger.

God damn, that didn’t take long at all.  Kids were never off the table between the two of us, and I always imagined that I would have at least one kid in my lifetime, but damn I didn’t realize we’d succeed at getting this plan off the ground barely two months after the wedding.  Sure, we knew what could happen once the safety net was removed, but I guess both of us didn’t realize that we’d be this expedient at getting the project launched.

I mean, I love efficiency as much as the next control freak, but damn.

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Johnny Dreamer

After watching Summer Slam, I had this thought in my head that I had spent an inordinate amount of time throughout the weekend watching a whole lot of mediocre wrestling.  However, despite the fact that I was looking forward to, and accordingly planned my evenings to watch both NXT TakeOver: Toronto and Summer Slam, in all honesty, I didn’t really think that there was any particular matches that I thought were going to be great.

Naturally, I prioritized TakeOver over Summer Slam, in spite of their perceived importance, and at least in my opinion, I wasn’t wrong in the fact that TakeOver was the better show.  The Summer Slam card was pretty weak, and the only match that really truly got me excited at any point was the Charlotte Flair vs. Trish Stratus match.  Becky and Natalya wasn’t a bad match, Ziggler getting squashed by Goldberg is an embarrassment to the company, Styles and Ricochet was okay, but nowhere near as good as their combined potential should have made it.  Bayley vs. Ember Moon exposed both wrestlers as good workers, but need someone to carry them to outstanding matches, and Kevin Owens vs. Shane McMahon just had no real emotion behind it.  Kofi and Orton was lame now as it was the 10 other times it’s happened in the last 12 years, Finn Balor getting basically squashed by a yet-again-and-again repackaged Bray Wyatt is going to lead nowhere, and Seth Rollins basically spoiled the entire match by guaranteeing a win the week prior.

It was a mediocre show, and it really got me wondering why I put so much effort into keeping track of it sometimes.  Yet, I still feel this allegiance to the company that helped raise me, especially when compared to the rising AEW and other alternatives.

But back to TakeOver, it too was a slightly sub-par show in my opinion; it still makes it a better show than Summer Slam, since NXT’s bar is set so high, but in the grand scheme of things, I still think it was less than as good as I hoped it would be.  The best match of the night was undeniably the Street Profits vs. the Undisputed Era, which shouldn’t be surprising, because when you get four talented guys in a single fall tag team match, good things are capable of happening.  Velveteen Dream vs. Roderick Strong and Pete Dunne probably would’ve been better if it were a one-on-one match, but as often times is the case with the WWE, they love multi-competitor matches, and in my opinion, it tends to water things down.

Shayna Baszler vs. Mia Yim was a pretty solid match, but I feel like NXT is going to get themselves in trouble if they continue to bury their entire women’s division to Baszler; they simply don’t have the depth to make her as unbeatable as they’ve done over the last year.  With Ember Moon, Kairi Sane, Bianca Belair, Io Shirai and now Mia Yim now in the dust, they don’t really have anyone else to pose a threat unless they cop out and do some sort of convoluted multi-women bought where Baszler will lose without getting pinned or some shit, and that’s more of a Vince McMahon cop out than a Triple H one.

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It’s kind of like Battle Royale, but real

In plot A, one classroom in the entire country is chosen, supposedly at random, where the students are pitted against each other in a fight to the death, where only the last one standing is allowed to live.  It is sanctioned by the government, and the end result is bloodbath with numerous fatalities and a tremendous amount of fear and distrust for the government, for continuously allowing this to happen.

In plot B, one or more public location(s) in the entire country, is/are chosen, supposedly at random, where people armed to the teeth with assault firearms, open fire at crowds of unsuspecting people, where only the people who manage to successfully flee or not succumb to their injuries, are allowed to live.  By virtue of consistently turning a blind eye to the issue of there simply being too many firearms too easily available, it is sanctioned by the government, and the end result(s) is/are bloodbaths with numerous fatalities and a tremendous amount of fear and distrust for the government, for continuously not doing anything about it.

The ironic thing is that not only is plot A obviously Battle Royale, but it’s also a work of fiction.  It’s a singular, annual event that happens once in a calendar year, and once passed, the students not selected throughout Japan can kind of exhale and breathe easy knowing that they’re safe from having to compete for their lives in a merciless death rumble.

Unfortunately, plot B is not a work of fiction, it is reality, and Americans do not have the luxury of being able to breathe easy once the last mass shooting happens, because it’s potentially viable to happen again, at any given time afterward.  It is also not exclusive to solely schools, although schools have typically been a frequent location for several of these horrific incidents.

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