I am confused where to post this blog. Should be on this blog because I am attacking the fabric of the most hypocritical of society? Or should be on http://rohmobile.com because despite the flaws that almost make it as bad as "Pirate Radio," watching "Persepolis" fuels my discontent with the big guy.
Well I decided to post it on http://headtrip309.blogspot.com
Please check it out.
Tuesday, December 22, 2009
Saturday, December 19, 2009
suck my left one...A Tribute to Teen Spirit
Finally a blog where I get to announce that
GREEN DAY AFTER INTERNATIONAL SUPER HITS SUCK!!!
Does anyone really see me making friends at a call center? Everyone who doesn't understand that the cog in the in a functioning machine doesn't get to tell the operator shit just seem to sensitive. The training class turned on me for being a true Cubs fan (which demands an abandonment of the Southside) and being a gentlemen.
Read the rest of this blog at MainEventoftheDead.com and determine if I am capable of writing/producing a no budget zombie/pro-wrestling movie.
GREEN DAY AFTER INTERNATIONAL SUPER HITS SUCK!!!
Does anyone really see me making friends at a call center? Everyone who doesn't understand that the cog in the in a functioning machine doesn't get to tell the operator shit just seem to sensitive. The training class turned on me for being a true Cubs fan (which demands an abandonment of the Southside) and being a gentlemen.
Read the rest of this blog at MainEventoftheDead.com and determine if I am capable of writing/producing a no budget zombie/pro-wrestling movie.
Monday, November 23, 2009
Backseat Pussypires and Weretwats!
Of course, I may just be miffed at my last couple opinion pieces being cut in half in the name of "The Battle of the Ink." In turn, I am down right pissed that my defense of New Mexico soccer standout Elizabeth Lambert questionable ply takes a backseat to a story about "Twilight."
Read the rest of this blog at MainEventOfTheDead.com and be the judge if my satire and criticism can be translated into a B-Movie comedy about Pro-Wrestling Zombies.
Read the rest of this blog at MainEventOfTheDead.com and be the judge if my satire and criticism can be translated into a B-Movie comedy about Pro-Wrestling Zombies.
Thursday, November 19, 2009
Caucasia, it isn't a country and it people can't be proud of it.
I received this bulletin a few days ago (I haven't checked my MySpace in a while), and was pretty offended by it's rant about how whites have a right to be racist.
Here's a sample:
- You pass me on the street and sneer in my direction.
- You call me "Cracker", "Honkey", "Whitey" and even "The Man" and you think it's OK.
- But when I call you, "nigger", "Kike", "Towelhead", "Sand-nigger", "Camel Jockey", "Beaner" or "Chink" you call me a racist.
If you actually take these terms to heart, what the fuck is wrong with you? Overly sensitive assholes.
The fact of the matter is, no one should be calling any race by any term that they find offensive. Actually, if I call you something that really offends you (and it's not true, that's why I'll never back down from calling Alex Larson, NGW's promoter, a cowardly, lying asshole), tell me to never call you it again.
Sunday, November 1, 2009
A Middle Finger to Facebook
The impact of Google and Facebook make mass communication convenient, but I think leads to conformity and alienation.
Read the rest of this blog at MainEventoftheDead.com and determine if I am capable of writing/producing a no budget zombie/pro-wrestling movie.
Read the rest of this blog at MainEventoftheDead.com and determine if I am capable of writing/producing a no budget zombie/pro-wrestling movie.
Thursday, October 29, 2009
Check out the ICCharbinger.com instead of PJstar.com
Because I get most my job hits on peoriahelpwanted.com anyway.
I can no longer save you the trip to ICC with my opinion pieces and movie reviews that get printed there. A bummer, because sometimes I feel it's easier to fulfill my, "well I at least blogged today" goal each day by cutting and pasting the original Word documents. With some of my movie reviews being poorly edited, I kind of took pride in "Save you a trip to a hill" movie reviews on Russ's Online Home - ROHmobile.com, but when I see that only three people have voted on the latest web poll at iccharbinger.com it leads me to believe that there is a need to promote the paper.
Read the rest of this blogs and most of my other blogs at MainEventoftheDead.com and see if this brain can write a B-Movie worth filming.
I can no longer save you the trip to ICC with my opinion pieces and movie reviews that get printed there. A bummer, because sometimes I feel it's easier to fulfill my, "well I at least blogged today" goal each day by cutting and pasting the original Word documents. With some of my movie reviews being poorly edited, I kind of took pride in "Save you a trip to a hill" movie reviews on Russ's Online Home - ROHmobile.com, but when I see that only three people have voted on the latest web poll at iccharbinger.com it leads me to believe that there is a need to promote the paper.
Read the rest of this blogs and most of my other blogs at MainEventoftheDead.com and see if this brain can write a B-Movie worth filming.
Friday, September 25, 2009
Dog Fighting for Early Childhood
Rose McGowan, who should be thanking me for getting her more followers (if 34,426 wasn't enough) was tweeting about hearing about an Illinois dog fighting ring that was being ran out of a day care center. It's great to know the Charmed girls are great information sources. @russthebus replied:
If we go along with the premise of the tweet, that it starts with two kids bringing in two dogs into class for show and tell, wouldn't we put the two dogs at it to just shut the kids up. It would get them prepared for the traumatic experiences they will face growing up. Who knows? I may have been better prepared for when I failed to save a man who set himself on fire if I saw something sick and twisted to begin with.
The world is unfairly cruel. Kids do not want to hear sad stories, so they are sheltered from the truth that bad stuff happens. This will teach them the lesson when their guard is down.
Check out the rest of this blog at "Main Event of the Dead.com and let me know if my satire and movie knowledge should produce a Pro-Wrestling Zombie movie.
In other news:
@rosemcgowan It was not a dogfighting ring. What happens when two kids in daycare argue about whose puppy for show and tell is coolest?With the state government cutting funding to early childhood programs, I wonder if this is truly a bad idea.
If we go along with the premise of the tweet, that it starts with two kids bringing in two dogs into class for show and tell, wouldn't we put the two dogs at it to just shut the kids up. It would get them prepared for the traumatic experiences they will face growing up. Who knows? I may have been better prepared for when I failed to save a man who set himself on fire if I saw something sick and twisted to begin with.
The world is unfairly cruel. Kids do not want to hear sad stories, so they are sheltered from the truth that bad stuff happens. This will teach them the lesson when their guard is down.
Check out the rest of this blog at "Main Event of the Dead.com and let me know if my satire and movie knowledge should produce a Pro-Wrestling Zombie movie.
In other news:
Nitro Expected To Win Westminster Dog Fight
Tuesday, September 15, 2009
Opinions of the Twits. Kanye, Obama, Alyssa
If you look through all the blogs I've posted here, or looked at the label list on this blog, you maybe surprised that I follow actresses on Twitter.
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Needless to say, you get a lot of self righteous garbage spouted by these girls. They are pretty good about not tweeting to make the "Twitter Tracker" segments of The Tonight Show, but they seemingly feel their opinions are more important than everyone else. The problem with this is they only get 140 characters, so they do not explain their opinion. It leaves their followers to think that because they say it, it must be right.
Read the conclusion of this blog at MainEventoftheDead.com and tell me if my opinionated nature can carry over into Pro-Wrestling and Zombie B-Movies.
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Needless to say, you get a lot of self righteous garbage spouted by these girls. They are pretty good about not tweeting to make the "Twitter Tracker" segments of The Tonight Show, but they seemingly feel their opinions are more important than everyone else. The problem with this is they only get 140 characters, so they do not explain their opinion. It leaves their followers to think that because they say it, it must be right.
Alyssa Milano Stupid Tweet:
Ummm... Obama called Kanye a jackass because... Kanye is actually a jackass. No big whoop.
Read the conclusion of this blog at MainEventoftheDead.com and tell me if my opinionated nature can carry over into Pro-Wrestling and Zombie B-Movies.
Thursday, September 3, 2009
40 Years is Enough
Working at a gas station, you notice weird things. Kevin Smith, the second best screenwriter of the nineties, career was based on it.
Working at a gas station in the Peoria area, the nation's test market (we get new stuff for three months, and have to wait 10 years for it's return) you see a lot of crappy products.
Today, Hershey's chocolate-flavored Bubble Yum.
I turn to my fellow associate to say, "This product won't sell. I hope they kill whoever came up with such a stupid idea in the name of natural selection."
After the disturbed chuckle of my coworker, I rethought my statement. It was not fair in terms of Darwinism.
"That guy shouldn't die. He should be commended for finding people dumb enough to fund it. The people who gave the product their approval should."
Makes me question which came first, the Nazis or Hitler? No Hitler, no War War through the efforts of dumb Germans. No dumb Germans, no Hitler. If that's not a shout out to my English pride, what is? I guess that's why the chicken or the egg is the universal, less offensive query.
I for one feel that no one deserves to die, but the world is over populated. The herd needs to be thinned. Trying to stay humorous, I think back to Family Guy's episode where Brian tells his therapist about his Logan's Run dream.
Read the conclusion of this blog at MainEventoftheDead.com and tell me if my opinionated nature can carry over into Pro-Wrestling and Zombie B-Movies.
Working at a gas station in the Peoria area, the nation's test market (we get new stuff for three months, and have to wait 10 years for it's return) you see a lot of crappy products.
Today, Hershey's chocolate-flavored Bubble Yum.
I turn to my fellow associate to say, "This product won't sell. I hope they kill whoever came up with such a stupid idea in the name of natural selection."
After the disturbed chuckle of my coworker, I rethought my statement. It was not fair in terms of Darwinism.
"That guy shouldn't die. He should be commended for finding people dumb enough to fund it. The people who gave the product their approval should."
Makes me question which came first, the Nazis or Hitler? No Hitler, no War War through the efforts of dumb Germans. No dumb Germans, no Hitler. If that's not a shout out to my English pride, what is? I guess that's why the chicken or the egg is the universal, less offensive query.
I for one feel that no one deserves to die, but the world is over populated. The herd needs to be thinned. Trying to stay humorous, I think back to Family Guy's episode where Brian tells his therapist about his Logan's Run dream.
Read the conclusion of this blog at MainEventoftheDead.com and tell me if my opinionated nature can carry over into Pro-Wrestling and Zombie B-Movies.
Tuesday, September 1, 2009
The Hottest Blog Ever or an Incensitive Eulogy
Current mood: guilty
My apologies for the tacky bulletin, but I just gotta get some feedback about my attempt to make light of the man who burned himself to death despite my efforts to extiguish him at my gas station.
As the members of Monty Python sang, "Always look on the bright side of death." I won't continue the lyrics. It seems redundant.
Sorry to dissolve any of you who felt a sense of relief, but obviously the insanity of Russ Staley wasn't resolved through partial hospitalization.
I gotta get out of this funk, so I that I can get back to wrestling. Imagine the angst I was in when I went to Hobby Lobby. The telling myself that I couldn't buy anything shiny to accessorize my alter ego.
I feel worse than Nicholson about the "All work and no play." It's like that but add "No beer and no TV make Homer go something something."
On the topic of going crazy, there aren't many jokes that can be made about a guy on fire. Trying to come up with an inciteful, comedic blog is as difficult as finding a satisfying end to a trilogy (Revenge of the Sith excluded).
When wholesome, antiviolense, no vulgarity Mom said she had more fun watching Hot Fuzz than Shrek the Third, I think you know where I'm coming from.
And come on. Topher Grace as venom? And if there is no wine for Thomas Haden Church, I'd rather save my dough for Merlot from a box.
My therapist accused me of ADD, but blame Family Guy. We allow Seth McFarlane jump in and out of stories. But, allow me to get this giant chicken of my back and get back to the story at hand.
Gas can: $5.99
Enough 87 octane to get the job done: $1.55
A memorable exit and a headline: Priceless
Read the rest of this blog at Main Event of the Dead dot Com and determine if my experiences, satires and movie knowledge makes a great base to produce a Pro-Wrestling Zombie Comedy B-Movie.
My apologies for the tacky bulletin, but I just gotta get some feedback about my attempt to make light of the man who burned himself to death despite my efforts to extiguish him at my gas station.
As the members of Monty Python sang, "Always look on the bright side of death." I won't continue the lyrics. It seems redundant.
Sorry to dissolve any of you who felt a sense of relief, but obviously the insanity of Russ Staley wasn't resolved through partial hospitalization.
I gotta get out of this funk, so I that I can get back to wrestling. Imagine the angst I was in when I went to Hobby Lobby. The telling myself that I couldn't buy anything shiny to accessorize my alter ego.
I feel worse than Nicholson about the "All work and no play." It's like that but add "No beer and no TV make Homer go something something."
On the topic of going crazy, there aren't many jokes that can be made about a guy on fire. Trying to come up with an inciteful, comedic blog is as difficult as finding a satisfying end to a trilogy (Revenge of the Sith excluded).
When wholesome, antiviolense, no vulgarity Mom said she had more fun watching Hot Fuzz than Shrek the Third, I think you know where I'm coming from.
And come on. Topher Grace as venom? And if there is no wine for Thomas Haden Church, I'd rather save my dough for Merlot from a box.
My therapist accused me of ADD, but blame Family Guy. We allow Seth McFarlane jump in and out of stories. But, allow me to get this giant chicken of my back and get back to the story at hand.
Gas can: $5.99
Enough 87 octane to get the job done: $1.55
A memorable exit and a headline: Priceless
Read the rest of this blog at Main Event of the Dead dot Com and determine if my experiences, satires and movie knowledge makes a great base to produce a Pro-Wrestling Zombie Comedy B-Movie.
Saturday, August 29, 2009
Jesus Built My Wrestling Ring
Jesus did not die for our sins because he knew he was coming back. He put up with a lot of pain to make everyone get emotional about what he represented. To compare him to anyone today, the most likely options would be Bret Hart, Shawn Michaels, or the hardcore stars like Sabu, Mick Foley, or Terry Funk. If you book any of them against a promoter, the story they tell in their program would be no different that the Gospels. The Jews were the heels and Christ was the babyface.
Read the rest of this blog at MainEventOfTheDead.com and be the judge if my satire and criticism can be translated into a B-Movie comedy about Pro-Wrestling Zombies.
Friday, August 28, 2009
Zombie Colonel Sanders versus PETA
Current mood: creative
Sitting at the Long John Silver's/A&W drive thru, waiting for our chicken combos, my best friend pondered, "What's taking them so long?" To this I replied, "Maybe they forgot to kill the chicken before frying it."
What if you fried a live chicken? For whatever reason, the question sparked my curiosity.
With my distaste for lobster, it feels hypocritical to dive into this topic. Honestly, I don't like lobster (and red meat. Screw the surf, and fuck the turf), but I despise how it is prepared. While the lobster is alive, it is put in the boiling pot of water to be cooked. That's how you get a red lobster.
No matter what the Muppets or cartoons want you to believe, lobster are brown. Perhaps burgundy.
What's crueler than being boiled alive? Come on. Those so called crazies in the heart of civilization stopped the boiling in oil practice to their prisoners. Maybe it's the inability to learn from the experience. Now cutting off a hand, then they have something to think about and lots a time to think about it.
Couldn't we develop mini-shotguns to blow these arthropods' brains out? Is it possible to inject enough dope in them to prevent them from feeling the burn?
What if you fried a live chicken? For whatever reason, the question sparked my curiosity.
With my distaste for lobster, it feels hypocritical to dive into this topic. Honestly, I don't like lobster (and red meat. Screw the surf, and fuck the turf), but I despise how it is prepared. While the lobster is alive, it is put in the boiling pot of water to be cooked. That's how you get a red lobster.
No matter what the Muppets or cartoons want you to believe, lobster are brown. Perhaps burgundy.
What's crueler than being boiled alive? Come on. Those so called crazies in the heart of civilization stopped the boiling in oil practice to their prisoners. Maybe it's the inability to learn from the experience. Now cutting off a hand, then they have something to think about and lots a time to think about it.
Couldn't we develop mini-shotguns to blow these arthropods' brains out? Is it possible to inject enough dope in them to prevent them from feeling the burn?
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