Good morning, kiddies. Yep, it’s a coincidence that there’s a post up today. I had a post up just 365 days ago on this very date. Amazing, isn’t? I am hoping to keep this thing on a weekly basis as opposed to every 4 days or 2 months or whenever I feel like it, because then commentaries would last longer if it featured a week-in-review as opposed to… well, Tuesday in review, which can be read anywhere else.
I’ve recently redid my computer this past week, that’s why the only major update was the Bite 1-year post and no major buzz was made. It just sat there, silently… But now I’m back and you’re going to read it… or I will kill you. Just kidding…
Speaking of this past week, I don’t know about you, but we’ve had a heatwave. I practically have sweaty hands and I don’t usually have sweaty hands unless I’m at a local arcade.
Kane lost to Triple H in his title match. No surprise there. So as a result of this loss, Kane has to unmask. Kane not pulls off his mask, but also his WIG. Kane’s BALD. He’s fucking BALD for crying out loud. He turns around to reveal… Issac Yankem in bad makeup. No seriously, your infamous “disfigured” face is nothing more than black smudges. You’re kidding me, right? You call THIS disfigured???
My friend and I were discussing this over messenger.
Me: Hey, look! It’s the New Diesel.
He: NO! It’s Issac Yankam!
Me: Oh yeah!
He: Wait! Isn’t that Fake Undertaker from years ago?
Me: Uh… no.
That’s pretty bad. And besides, didn’t Undertaker have that same make up job when he was posing as Kane way back when he was an evil dude and not some biker idiot he is today? Anyway, I wrote a little piece on Kane’s Demasking entitled “Kane Demasked”. Check it out for one of many opinions on the matter.
Please… Please tell me they did not bring back Sgt. Slaughter to do his usual job of the year… he did?! I told you not to tell me!!
On my weekly visits to Wrestlecrap.com, I read something particularly interesting written by R.D. Reynolds, the site master. The brief piece has him slamming WWE for their low opinion on Internet wrestling writers. He opens this little piece by saying that movie news sites, at first despised by the movie industry, are now looked upon to get an idea on what the viewing audience might be thinking. He then goes into a brief tirade about the good of the ‘Net and even portrays a halfway-decent HHH answer to a question. I agree with his statements.
Last year, Chris Jericho wrote his last online commentary slamming the critics for their relatively low ratings (of his match with Rob Van Dam at KOTR 2002) and I agreed with his comments (the full overview can be read here.) However, Jericho is justified because making these comments because he HAS indeed read them and taken note of them. When a guy like HHH or any one of those shitheads is asked about the Internet buzz, he just blows it of as a bunch of guys with nothing better to do but bash their product. He’ll use the excuse of saying “these guys were never in the ring, so what do they know? Fuck them.” or some other half-assed comment.
Unfortunately, this attitude towards the net is a dominant one in the industry. The Internet is a viable tool that can be used to gauge fan opinion of the product. And let’s be brutally honest, guys. Fan Opinion is a vital component in determine what to put in a wrestling show and what NOT to put.
Okay, enough of this shit. Let’s keep going…
Saw the Hulk last Tuesday. Despite the negative vibes this movie is getting, I actually enjoyed it for what it was; a movie about a green guy who smashes stuff. That doesn’t necessarily mean I’d go watch it again. The special effects (Hulk, his dogs, and the fights) are well done, but the story itself is so complicated that
All of a sudden, I’m reconsidering that Hogan job in my next fic, which is definitely a go by the way… In any case, if you recall an early Bite commentary, you may or may not have read this little exchange:
Hogan. Hogan. Hulk Hate Hogan!
Dave: Hulk, what’s the matter?
Hulk: Hulk mad because puny Hogan won tag belt with puny Edge!
Dave: Wow, Hulk. That’s real devastating.
Hulk: Hulk don’t like puny fake Hulk! Hulk SMASH Hogan!
Dave: Hey man. It’s not like Hogan won the World Belt.
Hulk: Hulk don’t care. Hogan still win belt. Hulk HATE Hogan!
Coming soon – the prelude to the war to end all stupid crossovers.
Oh yeah, just one little thing I’d like to add. This is a little out of date, but here’s an interesting quote from Enterprise executive producer Rick Berman concerning fan opinions of his craptacular show.
You don’t produce a television show by having a committee of fans dictate what you do. You have to do what you think is best. If the ratings slip, if one film is more popular than another, there are a lot of possible reasons other than a reaction to the content.
Fine, that’s the way he feels about, that’s great. Only thing left to say about it… Fuck him.
Hey, Bermie! If your show goes under this season… sorry, when your show goes under this season, don’t go out crying to me or the committee of fans because it sucked fucking balls. Don’t blame us for not being able to make the show better instead of the redundant, regurgitated crap you’re trying to pass off as a Star Trek show. What we think matters. What you think is irrelevant. You’re an imperfect specimen. The fans and myself… well, we’re the Borg. You will be assimilated. Resistance is… aw, shit. The stuff you’ve been putting out as of late has been so craptacular even the Borg have lost the edge… thanks a lot, you fucking moron.
That goes for you too, Brag-On.
Is it any coincidence whatsoever that most of the current crop from my favorites entertainment franchises (Trek, Rangers, Wrestling) is sucking pretty badly? I’ve seemed to have noticed that too.
I’ve recent played Tetris DX (the Game Boy Color version of everyone’s favorite Russian puzzle game) and managed to make all the way to Level 14. Level Fourteen, I tell you. This told me one thing; this is the easiest version of Tetris I have ever played. The blocks speed is WAY too slow for comfort. GB Tetris was tougher than this… good grief.
I’d type in more, but nothing comes to mind… well, tomorrow’s Moving Day… er, I mean Canada Day. So…
Until next week, take care.
dtm666 