October 19, 2017

Well you asked.....

So the other day Rusty was having a "moment of humanity" (a wrestling reference that The Marshall will probably get right away, and Mr. Nickles will inevitably ask what we're talking about, and we'll say Marty and Sarah are the best....even when The Marshall goes on a hiatus) and asked us what we were up to and what we were watching. I, for one, love blogging. I used to keep a LiveJournal and random people in public would bring up things that I had said on my blog and I would feel weird. In the end though, at least Somebody was paying attention? So you get what you asked for. A blog about what I've been up to.

This might be a trial run as I've been giving serious thought about blogging again about my everyday life. I read a blog recently that was so filled with nonsensical manic thoughts that it made me miss the days of yore, when a lot of the people in my life had a blog, and not a Facebook to put inane shit in, but a place to actually punctuate their life (like real punctuation, like writing a paper). I think the reason I quit was because I got SUPER depressed, quit leaving my house, and started watching more wrestling than Dave Meltzer.

It's been a great experience to be going up to Corvallis every once in awhile to watch live wrestling. Some of the most fun I've had in my life is watching live wrestling that isn't WWE (not to say that isn't fun too), but backyards and bingo halls are a more natural place to drink a beer, watch the grapples, and say/yell weird shit aloud. I hope The Marshall joins me this weekend. I'll make sure to do the Tarzan yell in honor of Rusty. I didn't tell either of you that the first time I went by myself there was this group of ladies sitting near me. I recognized them from years ago going to the shows in Eugene. 3 young redhead ladies that always seem to accompany their mother (?) who happens to be in a wheelchair. There is a picture somewhere on my Facebook of me yelling stuff at Jonas Albert Robinson in  Eugene years ago, and when it originally was posted on Facebook the cutest redhead of the bunch was in the background they were also tagged. She sent me a friend request, and in my (I'm guessing) depressed, shy, nervous, not understanding social media state....I never accepted. They weren't at the last show.

I'm currently 200 pages into Slobberknocker by Jim Ross. I feel like this book should have come out in 2004 and not now as it feels like I've heard many of these stories on the podcast, or the new stories aren't that great. Just feels kinda trite. He's obviously trying to copy the tone of Foley or Jericho's books (who both have new ones out that I haven't purchased), but those two are far more clever and likable. I did enjoy the story of JR doing LSD, thinking he was watching an elephant dance in a tutu, and then making his frat brothers/football team watch wrestling. Oh, and after hearing Schi-vone's story about Flair's big hog and trying to get him to have a three some....JR's Flair stories are just tame as can be.

As for what I'm watching. NJPW and WWE are the main things right now. I'll do some old WCW here and there, and my roommate and I are a few (7ish) episodes behind on Lucha Underground). I'm really behind on other stuff as I'm busier these days with work or band practice or social time. Extra curricular tv watching is taken up by The Deuce, Vice Principals, Curb Your Enthusiasm, The Simpsons,Brooklyn Nine-Nine, Supergirl, The Flash, Legends Of Tomorrow, Arrow, Chelsea, and Real Time with Bill Maher. Most importantly...I'm watching the 1966-1971 daytime, daily soap opera Dark Shadows. I'm about 170 episodes in (out of 1225?) and I'm 40 or so away from vampires showing up. It's decompressed story telling to a T and I love it very much.

Lastly, my new band played it's first show on Sunday. We're called Brohemoth. It's kinda along the lines of my old band Witchasaurus Hex as it is super loud, bluesy, Black Sabbath/stonery band inspired rock music...and has a funny (or at least funny to me) name. We played 3 songs...it took about 30 minutes. We had a blast playing and it was nice to play live again, even if we were just playing to our friends and not fans of the genre. It's always disappointing to play a show and get no meaningful feedback other than the generic positives or negativity based on the aesthetic. "Too loud," "Songs are too long," "couldn't hear the vocals."  Being on stage playing music is where I feel most comfortable and happy (even when nervous). Sweedily Deedily and what not.

Okay, I wrote a page. It's late and past my bedtime. I didn't even talk about all the DDP Yoga I've been doing, or how I ate All-You-Can-Eat shrimp at the Outback Steakhouse tonight as a hilarious novelty. Hope this is coherent as I'm not going to edit tonight and just post away. Smooches.


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