The one with Macho Madness

May 26, 2011

There have been plenty of Randy Macho Man Savage tributes since he passed. Most of them will be better than this one, but they at least came sooner (That’s what she said!) This isn’t even really a tribute just some memories that popped up when he died.

Was I a fan?
(OOOOH YEAH!)

When I was younger there were sweet action figures made by LJN:

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The ones circled are the ones I had:

Hulk Hogan (Top row)
Iron Sheik (2nd row on the left)
Rowdy Roddy Piper (2nd row on the right)
And of course Randy Macho Man Savage (6th row)

Yeah they were awesome! They bent (if by bent you mean immediately went back to original position) and looked as close to them as my young mind thought possible.

(Barring evil scientist experimenting with illegal things)
(shut up)

I did get pissed when I wanted to do The Macho Man’s patented flying elbow but his elbow would stay in the same position.

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It frustrated me to no end! So I decided to improvise (so creative) and use my G.I. Joes as the wrestlers. Hey Sgt. Slaughter was in both.I used this one as Randy Savage because he wore a hat and sunglasses!

(Dig it!)

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That is Wild Bill in G.I. Joe lore but he served me well as Macho Man.

(I’ve been to the danger zone. Yeah)

I used the WWF ring but matches took place anywhere.

My bed (bow chikka bow wow*)
The backyard (falls count anywhere bitches!)
Shower (Double bow chikka bow wow**)
In the garage (hardcore originator bitches)

AnyScaryInsightIntoYoungJimi if there were matches of course there had to be champions right? Yep and I used the twist ties to bread bags as the belts. I saw to it that The Macho Man held onto the title for a long long time.

Also the time I came closest to getting in a fight I channeled my inner Randy Savage. It was on a dumb fake boat in the playground at the church school I attended.

(Done laughing?)

Anyways this kid (named Jake) was getting all up in my grill (so to speak) and I remembered back when Savage was fueding with Jake the Snake Roberts. So I said “I’ll turn you into a pair of jakeskin boots!”

May have thrown in a “dig it” but I can’t confirm that.

*Joke purposes only nothing sexual ever took place. Perverts
**Same as above you sickos.

OOOOOH YEAH! R.I.P Macho Man

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What I learned from last week

October 25, 2010

What I learned from last week:

I’m working on a piece for here that simply refuses to cooperate. So until then a short little review thang. Mostly I just wanted an excuse to show the picture at the end. Enjoy bitches!

I like to get glassware. Well to be fair I already knew that. Let’s just say it was reaffirmed. It was Cleveland Beer week and many of the events gave away glasses.

I have a problem with The Red Hot Chilli Peppers. This was also not too much of a revelation but as of late I find myself changing the station when they come on. I’ve even groaned one time. It is not that I don’t like them—well at least I did like them. I dunno. I just change em right off the bat now.

I miss painting my nails. Sort of. It causes such a stir still. It just sucks having to take time to do it. It does help me avoid writing though.

God has a sense of humor or irony. The other day in the spirit of spirit day (haha get it) I painted my nails purple. T o show my support of the lgbt (or anyone actually) anti bullying campaign. Not an hour after that I went for my daily walk. Not even 20 minutes into the walk I got heckled by some guy.

Painting your nails makes you “some sort of faggot” See above.

Dracula (1931), Bela Lugosi and Dwight Frye will trump college football. I was going to watch the 2nd half of scheduled college football games but then saw Dracula was playing. Yeah I missed some football for the time it was on.

That I can be ninja like. This may come as a surprise to those of you who have seen me but it is true. Whilst visiting the former employer (to see people I like only) I proved it on more than one occasion. There were former higher ups that I did not want to deal with and each time they came near me my hood was up in a jiffy. Or I was dipping and bolting behind things and it was all avoided.

I still dig meeting people I’ve met because of twitter. Two more off the list: @Q104Rebecca and @BrewersDaughter

That I want halloween soda!

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Jones Soda co. makes it and it be tasty, but of course I’m on a diet.

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The above hat was one of the best buys ever. Ninja Turtle hat FTW

Wow I didn’t really learn anything of consequence did I? Shut up! You learn anything last week?


Hybrid Wrestling episode 1 review

October 5, 2010

Hello dear reader.

(Hi)

That was you replying by the way. It was very kind of you, or very kind of me to do for you. Below I will be reviewing a television program. In a bit of a departure it will be an actual serious one.

I know. I know get the shock out of your system now. I’ll wait.

Ready? I’ve written a review of the premiere episode of Hybrid Wrestling TV. It’s no secret that I enjoy wrestling much to the shock of some people. Some of you don’t and I hate you for that that’s okay too. If you don’t think reading the review will be your cup of tea then I won’t be mad at you for skipping it.

If not perhaps you’ll go check out the fun stuff at The B Movie Brigade or read the tweets @OverheardOhio. Enjoy and come back.

Hybrid Wrestling is a wrestling promotion based in Ohio and founded back in 2006. They’ve been doing great work on the Indy circuit since then and now finally have a television deal.

The show opened and got right down to business, which is a necessity when you only have 30 minutes to ply your trade. That is the first draw back to the new show deal. It will be hard for some of the new fans (that a TV show) will bring in. It may be hard for a newcomer to get into the promotion with not much time to learn about it or grow into the feuds. Nonstop and wonderfully done wrestling more than made up for that. A 30 minute show has drawbacks but maybe some good points—more on that later.

We meet our host Jay Michael Williams as he opens the show and plugs the main event. Exciting news we are getting a TLC match between former Hybrid champion Dave Cole and current champion Marion Fontaine. It makes sense right? Give the possible new viewers a chance to meet a former champ and the current champ. The promise of a high impact match right off the bat doesn’t hurt either.
Before that happens we get an angry promo cut by The Irish Airborne (Dave and Jake Crist) on The H3rd. Here we meet some of the players and get the background. We find out the dastardly actions of The H3rd (said H–three-R-D) that have taken place sometime before the taping.

Right into the wrestling we went. First matchup we get is some tag team action. This is a smart move on the part of Hybrid because tag action is sorely missing from the big E in Connecticut. Now I’m not here to bash the big places and pump up the Indy scene. I’ve watched wrestling for most of my life and I enjoy it all. The match of course consisted of The H3RD of Tommy Treznik and J. Miller vs. The Irish Airborne of Dave and Jake Crist.

The match is quick and highlights the talents you’ll consistently get at a Hybrid show. The Irish Airborne are as entertaining a tag team as you’ll find anywhere. They were given time to show themselves and fluidly moved from move to move. The best part of the opening match was both teams were focused on pretty evenly during it. Dave and Jake could dominate most teams but H3RD were allowed to show what they bring to the table and the match was really solid. The teams were given ample time to put on a show and the announcers were able to fill in the viewers on just what The H3RD had done. It is clearly a major storyline in the organization. Tommy Treznik (who is a great performer to watch) took over the match with his wonderfully played heel tactics throughout and after.

From there we headed backstage to follow Billy Taylor as he hunted The H3RD who was clearly shown to be the preeminent heel stable of the organization. Now you know who to boo.

I of course will continue to cheer for them. That is neither here nor there.

The backstage segment of Billy allowed us to meet some of the other talent of the roster (namely Pinkie Sanchez) but he of course eventually ended up in the ring. This is where (other than the announcers telling us) one will come to realize that The H3RD storyline is the major one. One of their more notorious actions was to attack an injured Christian Faith and it’s pissed off seemingly everyone in the company.

Swerve.

There will be no main event. Billy Taylor a hulking bruiser of a dude won’t leave until The H3RD comes out to face him. Here we meet Façade a staple of the Ohio wrestling scene. There are a few moments of the high flyer (Façade) against the big and tough Taylor before the rest of The H3RD comes out and attacks him.
We get the treat of Tommy Treznik on the mic. He handles it well and I imagine with time it will only get better.

And then the first big punch comes. Christian Faith’s music hits and he enters the arena. After Faith clears the ring of all except poor Tommy the second punch comes. A big reveal comes as it turns out to be none other than Tommy Dreamer under the mask of Christian Faith.

You could tell the crowd was into the whole night but especially there. We got plenty of action (even if technically only one match was seen) and met (some of) the cast of characters. We got the major storyline and they gave the newbies (to the promotion) action and a big name (Dreamer) to bring them back for at least another week. The choice of the match they gave us was pretty smart. Irish Airborne can hold their own with anyone and they brought a large array of hard to forget moves. The H3RD are deeply intertwined with the entire promotion and its major storyline.

If you had come into unaware of the promotion you probably don’t know enough about it and that probably was more with the length of the program. The plus with that is you are forced to give quality action and it does have the perfect Indy scene feel to it. I had a tiny beef with the announcers who stepped on Tommy’s (and even Billy’s) mic work too easily. Thirty minutes means a delicate balance of storytelling and action giving. Hopefully Hybrid can continue to balance it out. They did a fine job with the first episode.

You can find Hybrid Wrestling here and the first episode is here.


The one with hipsters

September 22, 2010

This is a review of the Best Coast show.
I promise. Sort of.

Well you’ve probably read me enough to know what the case is. This is a review of the Clovers/Male Bonding/Best Coast show that took place at the Grog Shop last night.

Technically.

I was there. I will review it but really this is a show that will be discussed in terms of the things (read conversations) I heard. There are no pictures except for poorly drawn ones that I probably won’t post. Actually I lie there is this:

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The only picture I took last night. It is of Admiral Ackbar with Stiller #2. After the show sitting at the bar I pulled him out (and the Admiral Ackbar too—Heyooo!) and stood him on the bar. John K who enjoyed the sentiment made the “It’s a trap!” cup soon after.

I’m getting way ahead of myself.

Like that is the end of the night and I haven’t even discussed the beginning.

You know the sex that took place beforehand. I’m just kidding.

Or am I? No really I am

Or—I know I know shut up and get on with it before you all leave.

Hello?

Anylamejoke before the night could begin we had to move the car from where it was. As we walked over to it a lady in an overalls shorts combo thing stopped us.

Lady: I’m gonna keep it real. I just got out of the Cleveland Heights jail cell. I just want a few bucks so I can get a beer and a cigarette. I’m just keeping it real you know what I’m saying.

The wife gave her a buck. I think.

On our way to the Grog Shop this happened:
Girl 1: “Remember the time we stole that wheelchair?”
Girl 2: “Yeah that was when we were stalking Dennis Kucinich”

We met Pelvic Joann out front and before we could get an old black dude said “Hey how you doing?’

Old black dude: Can I sing something for you?
Me: I dunno can you? (I’m such a dick.)
Wife: No. (The whole time she never looked up from twitter on her phone.)

He proceeds to give a mumbled low (if not somewhat creative) rap about Halloween. We headed in and there were a few minutes before the first band (Clovers) was to take the stage. As the lovely ladies I was with ordered the drinks I listened to the crowd.

A digression: I never saw so many people holding PBRs before. It was like every other person had one. Also someone was drinking wine at the grog shop? Really?

Apparently I should have worn v neck whit tee’s and skinny jeans. This conversation actually took place.

Guy in trucker hat: Dude. What is this band again?
Hipster in skinny jeans: Best Coast.
Trucker hat: What kind of music?
Skinny jeans: Hipster rock/pop.
Trucker hat: What the fuck is hipster rock.
Skinny jeans: A normal rock or pop show but you know by hipsters.
Trucker hat: Why do I hang out with you?

Now normally I may have sympathized with the trucker hat dude except it was a Budweiser trucker hat and he kept lifting up his shirt (you know “nonchalantly”) when chicks passed. Oh and he tried this line on a chick who was trying to snap a pic of her friend and herself: “You’re too pretty for a picture like that. You need someone who can capture that beauty.”

Anylameguy Clovers had a long set for an opening act at the grog. They weren’t too bad either. They had some catchy stuff but nothing that stood out too much. Number one problem with them was never said one word to the audience—other than “thank you”—at the end.

The next band Male Bonding was billed as a punk band but really did not come off as all that punk. I kid you not skinny jeans also at one point called them “Hipster Punk.” I left his area then. They too were not bad but not really memorable either. They tried a little more stage presence but couldn’t muster much.

The crowd surged for Best Coast. They played their known stuff and mixed in other (not as good—too harsh?) pieces too. The show was fast paced and hustled along. This was also because of a lack of interaction and connection, other than an awkward bit about her cat that has seizures. Best Coast came off a little heavier than what I had heard. I dug that.

I had no real connection to the band (other than liking what I had heard prior) and chose to not fight the crowd and stayed back. I scribbled some poetry in my book while letting the music and words float to me.

A strange but cute (I love you wifey!) blonde chick in an odd dress asked if I wanted to dance. When I politely declined she offered me some water. I don’t get it either. The whole time this was happening on twitter:

@Clevelandpoet (me duh!): @grogbrit now if I’m at the @grog_shop shouldn’t you be? If only for the fact that I am.

And eventually her hilarious response:

@grogbrit: @kittenkaboom @clevelandpoet – god, how do i explain? spastic girl running around, blue sweater, jeans, little heels? write that on my grave about 14 hours ago via web

Now unbeknownst to me (I couldn’t get my twitter to work—that sounds bad) I was actually chilling right next to the lovely Brittany for most of Best Coast. After the show we got her replies and eventually asked John K to help find her.

Or the wifey scared John K by saying Grogbrit! Then grabbing him by the shoulders and saying it again. He was like “what happened!” and then when explained pointed her out.

I must say the highlight of the evening was finally meeting her. I say this not just because there were free drinks involved but because she was way awesome! There had been several attempts that always fell through. This time was a success and good times.

Hooray for twitter.

Wait what was the point of this post again? Who knows but check out @overheardohio to see the funny shit that is heard daily.


The one where I should cut n paste

August 23, 2010

Before I fully get started a bit of business. I want you to head on over to the B Movie Brigade to check out the latest Monday’s Maniac by yours truly. Follow the brigade on twitter @bmoviebrigade!

With that done shall we recap one another?

Don’t worry I’ve been tested.

Well Friday you can read about it in this post from Saturday. It’s quite a fun post.

(I can’t actually back that statement up)

Saturday like most of the previous ones included a whole lot of sitting down and doing nothing. The wifey dropped the car off to have it checked out for the 3 shillelaghs big roadie to Key West. This caused some great concern and some anxious moments. News came back of what needed to be taken care of and now we wait to see how much it is.

Ah waiting is so fun isn’t it?

Anyhatewaiting I watched some nice soccer yet again. I really should just start cutting and pasting these things.

Can you say phone it in!

After the EPL match I managed to get some writing in. The MIL (I need to give her a nickname because MIL makes me want to type MILF and well I won’t be going there) wanted to take me to dinner as a late b-day dinner. We headed over to the Aladdin’s for some grub. Sticking to (and getting back on track with) the diet I had a Shish Kabob salad. I ordered it with the Tahini Yogurt Dressing (like always) but with a side of the Zesty Sweet Tomato one too. I had been interested in trying that one and felt it was time to pull a “do it already jimi!” It was a delish meal. Here is a pic snapped before devouring it:

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Looked exactly like that except more like an actual salad and less like a man with veggies on. Plus you know like not at all. That is from ATHF by the way. If you don’t like that show I will break up with you.

Like seriously.

We had a nice long talk with ILM (In law mother) which was cool because it’d been a while since we had one. Plus you know I don’t turn down free stuff.

Afterwards we (wifey and I) went back home and I planted myself in front of the tube to watch the Browns pre season game. Watching lead to this exchange:

Disclaimer: I don’t normally yell at pre season games.
Me: Oh come on jeez!
Wife (from other room): What?
Me: Sports.
(She made me institute a rule of saying sports after yelling at the TV so she knows nothing “real” is wrong.)
Wife: See this is why I hate you watching football.
Me: Why?
Wife: You yell so much.
Me: I yell at soccer.
Wife: No you don’t
Me: True. NOW SHUT THE HELL UP I’M WATCHING FOOTBALL*

*That didn’t actually happen. Don’t send me anymore emails about my wife leaving me angry email sender it hurts my feelings**

**It doesn’t actually.

We then headed over to the Capitol theatre to see “This is Spinal Tap.” Oh man there is nothing better than seeing a movie you love on the big screen and for 5 bucks. That was at midnight. When we got home and settled down it was about 3 am and we hit the hay.

Sunday started off as one big fail. First I woke up about 10am to a wicked headache. Then the cable remote wasn’t working. Once I got that taken care of the TV wouldn’t work right. Finally I got all 3 to obey me.

Soccer time yeah!

Then a trip to Aldi’s which was only worth mentioning because of the young kid there. He was walking around pointing this like lollipop necklace thing at people going:

“laser. Laser.”

I do believe he was shooting people (including the wife and I) with it.

Awesome and funny.

Of course Sunday was time for the finally Marx Bros movie being played at the Cleveland Cinematheque. Good time as always. Watch em bishes (and you thought you’d get away without me using that!) cause they’re great.

Once home we settled in together to be romantical. Syfy was showing Predator 2 and we snuggled up. Okay actually she was cleaning up around the living room but we snuggled up in spirit and soul. Interesting note: It stars Maria Conchita Alonso who we saw in The Vagina Monologues.

She found a card from me that had this in it: ‘I wouldn’t change what we have for all the tiny magical gnomes I could fit into a suitcase.”

I dropped some poetical shit on you bishes (haha 2 now!) with that line there.

Hope you had a good weekend and feel like telling me about it. DO IT!

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The one where I get leopardy or

July 1, 2010

You know learn about art.

A brief disclaimer before we begin. I went into this hoping to write a neat little write up of it. I did.
No seriously. Look:

Dear awesome chick I know who works at the Art Museum,

“hey is it cool to bring my camera to the lecture? I thought I’d blog about it so like to snap a few shots.”

See. Ms. Jackson my intentions were good and if I could go back in time to write a more serious one I probably still wouldn’t. What can I say I am who I am? I do want to state for the record no matter what you read below this point (if you read) I thoroughly enjoyed the lecture. It was very interesting and well done. Constantine Petridis, curator of African Art, gave the lecture and I mean no disrespect at all.
I mean no disrespect because the first note I have on the actual lecture was this:

He really reminds me of the character from Ghost Busters II. You know Dr. Janosz Poha? Janosz is the guy who gets possessed by the spirit of Vigo the Carpathian. This guy:

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Of course because I kept seeing him as Janosz lead to two continual thoughts running through my head.

1. I can’t possibly include it in my write up. 2. I wonder if I can get him to say “Soon, the city will be mine and Vigo’s… mainly Vigo’s.” after the lecture.

I almost convinced myself to do it too. Think he would have punched me? Anysequel he spoke very eloquently about the piece and was very thoughtful. He added some bits (and attempts) at humor but that really just enforced the thoughts from above. I did also have this other note written:

“he says ‘unit’ a lot. Tee hee.”

Yes tee hee was actually part of the note.On that note let us really dive on in. Ready kiddies?

It of course was held at the amazing Cleveland Museum of Art. Check them out at that link and or follow them on twitter here. It has been under construction for what seems like forever but there are new galleries open and they look awesome. We get a lot of crap from places but I will say this: Our Art Museum is still free so suck on it bitches.

We arrived at about 6:40 and entered the building. Now I knew the lecture but not where it was being given. The wifey asked the gaggle of security people—do you use gaggle for security people?—she asked them where it was. Bear in mind they were old. It went mostly like this (note anything in parenthesis may not have actually happened):

Securityoldie1: Whaa? LECTURE? (In my day a lecture meant you were in trouble!) You know of a LECTURE? (You know lass in my day we walked 100 miles in the snow and broken glass to get to lectures and on time)
Securityoldie2: No I don’t know anything about lectures.
Securityoldie3: I’m not sure. (If I should be hanging out with these fellas) Ask the desk.
Securityoldie1: Oh yes it is in the African Exhibits. (Damn kids)
Securityoldie1-3: (Get off our lawns!)

We ran from them without are baseball because they told us one more time and it was theirs. Maybe our friend can borrow his dad’s Babe Ruth Baseball.

Bam! Dropping a Sandlot reference on you right there. I just cracked a huge knowledge egg on you bitches.

So we go down (yeah baby) and then through the back halls and up the escalator and around the corners. After we left grandma’s house (and back through the woods) we went to the African exhibits. Where there was nobody. We walked around. Found Morgan Freeman posing as a CMA security guy and he said he didn’t know of it. Pointed us back to the African Art section and there we stood perplexed as the clocked ticked on to 7.

[Insert Benny Hill chase scene here.] Incidentally that note in my book made me download the Benny Hill theme as my ringtone. I’m impressionable.

AnyYaketySax as we stood there near the Stool (bahahah) we realized that the dude giving the lecture was up there too. How did we know? Well he told someone he’s from “The upper vest side” that he knew that they weren’t late because he was the one giving the lecture and that it was downstairs in the lecture hall. Wow a lecture in a lecture hall—who would have thunk? We’re smart!

[Cue Benny Hill chase again]

So the lecture was on African art and specifically: King Kamga’s Leopard Stool.

I’ll pause while you giggle because you just read stool. Oh is that just me? Fine. This is the actual description of the stool (haha I know at least Carissa is laughing with me. High five Carissa!) from their site:

In its homeland in the Cameroon Grassfields this leopard stool is a symbol of high rank and once belonged to the royal treasure. Imported glass beads from Venice and Bohemia were the exclusive property of the king and his retinue, while leopard imagery was reserved for the prestige arts at the royal court. After it was photographed at the feet of its last African owner, King Kamga II of Bandjoun, this stool was brought back by Father Frank Christol to France where it remained hidden in a private collection for more than half a century.

I could use the camera but the room was way too dark without the flash so I made these for you:

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Shown: Seats (Bottom) Screen (left) King Kamga’s Stool (bahaha) (in screen) Janosz and Podium (right)

And this:

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Shown: Screen w/ Cameroon Grassland Map (Left) and Crazy guy (will make an appearance later and his crazy hair (bottom Right)

It was all very interesting. I found it fascinating. He talked about how some of the stuff (such as the Leopard stool) was not originally as highly valued. Apparently the collectors felt the wooden stuff was more expressive than art that was made with beads and etc. I think they are all amazing and very much expressive. The stools made wonderful use of wood, textile and beads.

This one was a traveling stool (though still very large and heavy.) The Leopard was used metaphorically and figuratively (yay redundancy!) The King’s had dual roles both religious and Royal (law). The Leopard represented leadership. The stools were seen as protective as much as useful. The defender would morph into/under the guise of a leopard seeking out trouble and evil doers. Sort of like Darkwing Duck but you not a duck, and nothing like that at all.

Anyletsgetdangerous he kept it short but very informative. He was friendly and answered questions from the audience. The audience wasn’t as big as I had hoped it would be and the questions were mostly lame. This leads me to the crazy hair guy. He was interested in the part where Janosz had mentioned that beaded artifacts weren’t as valuable. He wanted to know if he (the speaker) felt that he (and the CMA) were pioneers in the showing of these artifacts. What he asked was:

“do you feel that because it’s sort of under the radar that you come in like a thief and get the good stuff”

What??

Anyawkwardness he didn’t know how to respond and then went on to explain some of the process of how things get shown and what not. That was interesting too. There are more lectures in the series. If interested check here. I know we’ll be back.

Things in my notes but not mentioned used here:

How it pre dates Christianity (like Joan Rivers)
Boobies! (A slide had a woman with her boobs exposed!)
How a headdress was like the Decepticon Soundwave.
Here is that note: The headdress can be folded in to protect the feathers while not performing. Awesome the headdress is sort of like a Transformer. Yeah like Soundwave except not a robot, no gun and doesn’t turn into a sweet boom box.
The early beads were pretty plain. Just red white and blue.
America Fuck Yeah!

I’ll leave you with some pictures of King Kamga’s Stool:

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And then me plotting:

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Magic, bunnymen, comic books, and jobs

April 27, 2010

I bet you didn’t realize that I was a magician.

Yep I’m a regular David Copperfield. I can make things vanish. No I didn’t do anything to the Statue of Liberty or make a girl get in a box. Nope I made my Blog disappear.

Oh not writing my blog for like a week and a half isn’t the same thing? Damn. I was going to put magician on my resume. In my defense “Magic Man” came on right before I wrote this.

Send all complaints to Heart.

AnyNancyWilson, last week wasn’t that great of a week for me. I couldn’t shake the blues and I’m not talking B.B. King. It started to hit me really that I was still having a real hard time finding a job. Think that freaked me out a bit and well made it hard for me to write. What can I say us writers are fragile creatures. It didn’t help that it felt like I barely saw the wife that whole week.

It’ll suffice it to say it sucked. I was down. I was probably on the edge of boredom and starting to worry about finding a job. Then I won tickets to the Echo and The Bunnymen concert from Positively Cleveland on twitter. Yeah go twitter. It sucked that the wifey couldn’t go but Pelvic Joann (@lviboheme) filled in admirably. We had a good time or at least I did and I think she at least didn’t hate it.

That night helped a ton, even if the people at the door took my sharpie from me. Also House of Blues you want $6.50 for a Jack and Ginger? For serious? It’s a good thing that one of the bartenders clearly didn’t charge me for one.

Bridget Callahan (you know your best friend?) happened to win tickets to the show too. Now this is one seriously funny chickie. If you’ve not read her blog get the hell over there and do so. I had planned on finding her and meeting her. It is a goal of mine. Yeah it didn’t work out. Pelvic Joann and I got there early and totally scoped out a spot upstairs. It had a good view and so we stayed there. At one point before the Bunnymen went on I went downstairs to see if I could find her. I wandered around a bit and 3 random people talked to me. Two complimented me on my sweet Patent Pending tee and I don’t know what the third was trying to say. Either way I skeedaddled back upstairs to safety.

The next fun time was FINALLY making a comic book run at Astound! (Mother fucker don’t you forget that exclamation point!) Yeah 12 comic books—so we’ll leave it at it had been a long time since we made it out there.

Anycomicbook it was awesome to finally get my hands on my comic books. On the job front I just applied to the Cleveland Natural History Museum and also caved in and applied at Whole Foods. We’ll see. The funny place I applied was to an ad for a church near where I live in need of an office assistant. Wouldn’t that be ironic?

Save your catching on fire jokes because I’ve already made them.
In closing have you gone over and read the new shizzle over at The B Movie Brigade? Yeah bitches you can find my writing over there now too. Got a movie you think I should review or a topic you’d like me to cover? I hope so! Go read and let us know what ya think.


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