Category: Musings

Let’s Talk Kofi

So I jumped the gun a bit in posting my musings on the utterly horrific Shit In A Cell PPV event a couple days ago, so in lieu of another PPV musings for the week, I’d figure that I would address on the Kofi Kingston losing to Brock Lesnar in 6 seconds… and why I’m actually okay with it.

Yes, that’s right. I did not have a problem with Kofi losing the title in the manner that he did. I did not throw a fit on Twitter acting like the dumb fuck fan that WWE believes they are catering to (besides the sponsors, of course). I did not go on the radio talking about how much of a complete burial of Kofi this turned out to be. I actually didn’t mind the way this match turned out and thought it was an excellent story told.

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AEW Dynamite To Air On TSN In Canada

Source: https://www.bellmedia.ca/the-lede/press/tsn-announces-new-partnership-with-all-elite-wrestling-becoming-the-canadian-home-of-weekly-series-aew-dynamite-beginning-october-2/

Well, at the last possible minute, we have a deal. Thankfully, I have TSN for some reason… so I can watch this, no problem.

Believe it or not, I’m actually looking forward to this. Maybe I’ll do a posting tomorrow.

The Kingdom Come Superman For The Upcoming Crisis

So, good news, everyone. They kept the trunks, so we’ve got at least one Superman that has a semi-decent costume in this Crisis thing that’s coming towards the end of the year. And he fits the suit just fine, I think.

The bad news? I’m pretty sure that all the hype that’s building towards Brandon Routh reprising any semblance of Superman is going towards something that will probably last about five seconds before we have to stick with the usual gang of idiots that everyone says we’re supposed to care about, but actually don’t.

Meanwhile, I’m expecting Tom Welling to appear as a disembodied head pasted onto a CGI model of some Superman figure to keep up with his running gag of never appearing in the suit.

WWE Clash Of Champions 2019

So, in an effort to try and get some sleep, I watched the last WWE PPV and fell asleep right after the Women’s tag-title match… so that clearly got the job done. For the most part, the show was boring and sleep-inducing; hence why I preferred to talk about an old WCW PPV that was terrible for my Wednesday PPV musings over a WWE PPV that was boring. Not because it was better, but because the WWE write-up would’ve been  several lines of  “So-so beat so-so in a match to retain or win some title. Boring.”

Oh… so you want me to go through that? Okay…

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It's Mid-Summer. No Irate.

Some time ago, the Irate Gamer announced his return, due in the summer.

Summer is almost over. And yet still no sign of the Irate One making his video return.
Chris Bores does have a podcast, however.
I haven’t listened to it… but it should be fun, right?
I don’t know… does anyone really care at this point?
Maybe the Irate Game Sucks guy does… he needs material, after all.
Otherwise, he’d have to find something else to write about.
Wouldn’t that be something?
P.S. Seriously, dude. The Bores well is dry. Start another blog and write about something else. I’m sure you can come up with something.

The Perils Of Flying A Pizza Cutter

So they made a pizza cutter based on the original U.S.S. Enterprise from the original Star Trek show, which seems like a bit of a gimmick and I’m pretty sure people are buying these things. Is there any reason why they’ve yet to make one for that Discovery show?

For fuck’s sake, the show looks like a fucking pizza cutter. THE SAUCER SPINS!
Two seasons after the fact and more than the drab story, I’m trying to understand how a ship like that works. It is like nothing conceived in the 23rd century at that point in time and quite frankly, looks like it’d fit in more with a show that had transforming robots than a show about starships. I’ve made a point to mention that the ship looks like a pizza cutter. Toss in the whole space jump thing it does where THE FUCKING SAUCER SPINS and I have to figure someone is messing with me here.
You Discovery folks are missing a trick. The U.S.S. Pizza Cutter is practically built for this purpose. If nothing else, it seems less awkward to hold and cut pizza with than the Enterprise cutter.
So that was a random brain fart that just popped up.

Cinemassacre's Top 50 Shitty Shark Movies

James Rolfe made a Top 40-ish Shitty Shark Movie video ages ago and he uploaded this one a couple years ago, which has been expanded to 50. Surprisingly, Sharknado does not dominate this fucking list. Besides that, I am amazed that he only  bumped the old list up to 50 because there are plenty more bad shark movies. Maybe in another five years, eh?
Honestly, I’m more disappointed that Rolfe didn’t upload his Top 10 Shark Movies video, which is worth watching if you can find. I don’t know if you can. It might still be on his website. I assume it still works. Right?

How Easy It Is To Slip Away… How Easier It Is To Stay Away… The MMPR Boom Moratorium Continues

Two months into my self-imposed moratorium on Power Rangers comics, especially after word broke that Drakkon was making a comeback in one issue, which turned out to be a flashback thing or something. But just the fact that we’re teasing a possible return leaves no hope going forward.

Here’s the funny thing about this whole deal, right? I dropped the series when that news broke… and I don’t miss it. It didn’t leave some hole waiting to be filled again. It just went away. And I just went on with my day.
I keep track of the reviews and reactions to this thing; this is the only way I keep track of things going on in that realm of the Power Rangers franchise. And at some point, I wonder if I ever really want to come back. This moratorium is supposed to last six months. More often than not, I find myself breaking these self-imposed moratorium because curiosity gets the better of me.
Could this be the first one that sticks? And not only stick, but go beyond that period?
I’ve heard good things about the current run and I’m sure they’re better stories until they need to dive back into the Drakkon drudge. But strangely enough, I don’t feel like I’m missing anything. In fact, I know I’m not missing anything.
The last time I felt this way was back in the mid-2000s, when I no longer had a regular outlet to catch airings of PR… but this time, it’s different. Or is it?
Am I losing interest in this franchise in ways that I might not be aware of?
It’s possible. Anything is possible with the power of Ninjetti.
But I don’t have Ninjetti. I have a beat-up notebook that I’m using as a journal to write these quick entries from my bed in the hopes of transposing them to the blog… assuming they ever happen.
I guess we’ll have to let it play out and… *sigh* see where it goes.
Fuck, now I’m using WWE cliches for posts about Power Rangers.

The World Of Perpetual Darkness Eludes Me

I’ve been staring at the ceiling in my bedroom for a couple hours. I don’t know how much sleep I got, but it couldn’t have been much. I’ve got this massive headache like none before. I tried a couple Tylenols and followed with some tea. Because I ain’t sleeping any time soon.

So I decided to pop up my dusty laptop. One that I’ve had for years and clearly haven’t touched in that amount of time. I dig in to see that it still has some juice, though the battery quickly dies in a couple minutes because it hasn’t been charged and I never got around to it. Desperate and with no other options, I dug into storage and pulled out a box. Inside the box was a tape recording device and a collection of cassettes labeled various things. One of the tapes was labeled HHH Promos.
Yes, in the event of a massive headache such as this, when all other remedies fail, I have a cassette tape that has nothing but HHH promos. I often said that HHH promos were the cure for insomnia and now I’m willing to see if that’s the case.
So I start listening to this tape; some of the most dull and uninteresting promos that McSon-In-Law has cut from the days when he ruled the top of the RAW food chain and the product was shit as a result. One minute, I was listening to HHH drone on about some accolades or whatever and then the next minute or so, my eyes were wide shut. By the time I woke up, light was creeping in from the curtains and my headache was all gone.
So thank you, HHH, for curing my headache with your boring-ass promos circa 2003.