A Month Away From Discovery

We’re less than a month away from the premiere of the newest Star Trek series, exclusive to the on-demand CBS All-Access service in the U.S. or on the Crave TV service in Canada. There is a much stronger push for the series as far as adverts, promos, and the eventual merch deals are concerned and from what I’ve been reading online, there are equal parts excitement, resentment, and apathy to spread across the land.

And yet as I’m watching all this stuff and reading all the interviews and write-ups about the faithfulness, the canonicity, and the cinematicity… for lack of a better non-word, I find myself rather ambivalent towards the series. An almost anti-excitement that dulls my mood for this show.

You know, it’s funny. Every time they’d announce a new spin-off series back in the day, my interest is piqued automatically. A new show on a space station? A starship lost on the other side of the galaxy? A prequel to the Original Series? These were some out there ideas, but most of them turned out okay. And every time they’d announce a new movie, I’m rather enthusiastic about it. Whether it was the old TNG films or the recent reboots, those were events to look forward in my book.

This time, however… it’s different. This time… it’s not as important… or perhaps not as much of an event.

I’m just not feeling this Discovery show… and I honestly couldn’t tell you why.

Maybe it’s the premise of the show that I’m not a fan of. Maybe it’s the way the show looks. Maybe it’s just my general apathy towards current television. Or maybe I have more than my fair share of Trek to fall back on and I’m perfectly fine with that… but to be perfectly honest, I was more excited over the Star Trek: The Next Generation Mirror Broken comic book miniseries than I was the new television show.

This show isn’t doing much for me. It’s not making me feel excited over its impending debut. And I don’t know if that should be a cause for concern.

Well… I guess we’ll see how it turns out next month.

Or maybe not.

Plans Ahoy.

Did I mention how much I hate the new Blogger layout? Is there a premium option that lets me use the old, working Blogger instead of using the new, shitty one? Maybe I’ll get used to it in a couple years before they make another change that’s even worse.

So I suppose I’ll forgo plans for a “regular schedule” on this blog and stick with whatever’s ready for this year. Honestly, I’d be happy if 2020 can go fly a kite and we can move on to next year, where things might be… eh, I don’t want to jinx it.

Here’s a comforting thought; January will be the 100-Post Challenge, where I attempt to produce 100 pieces of material. Nothing concrete yet, but I can assure you that there will be no audio or video posts; it’ll either be written or imagery posts. The sooner we bury 2020, the better.

And once February hits, then we’ll have a “regular schedule” of sorts… but right after the X marathon that may or may not kick off next year’s review cycle.

Later.

WWF Vengeance 2001

This is spur of the moment stuff… and yes, I’m using the new Blogger gimmick as the old (good) Legacy version has been excised for good. And I am none too happy about it. But speaking of old, AEW recently celebrated 30 years of Chris Jericho and it was a good show that was dominated by CODY. So instead of writing about that, we’re going to muse about that one WWF PPV where Chris Jericho beat The Rock and Stone Cold Steve Austin on the same night and was eventually made to look like a total jabroni, afterwards.

It is Vengeance 2001… named as such because we couldn’t use Armageddon since 9/11 was a thing fresh in everyone’s mind. The main story is the unification of the WWF and WCW World titles, even though they just called it the “World title” because WCW was no longer a thing, as this was a month removed from the end of that awful Invasion storyline.

Let’s get to it…

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RAW After Mania (March 18th, 2002): The Huckster’s In Da House… Or Something..

So three notable things happened on this show… let’s blow through them quickly.

The show opened with Hollywood Hogan getting a three-minute ovation without getting a word in. I’m not sure if that worked for him, but he’ll take it. With Canada openly embracing Hogan, the Rock shows up to encourage him to ditch the nWo colors and Hogan does just that… and that’s all it takes, brother. Nash and Hall aren’t too happy and they haz match after. Point is, this would kick of the Hulk Hogan nostalgia run where he’d get a brief run with the Undisputed title (because that works for him, brutha) and then losing a whole bunch to a lot of guys before going away because that didn’t work for him, brutha.

The other piece of significant business was that this was the show that introduced the world to a young beefcake who manhandled the Hardys after a match of sorts. It’s not a big deal, but this individual would make a name for himself not only in WWE, but in the UFC world as well. You might’ve heard of the guy; his name is Brock Lesnar.

On a lesser scale, the last piece of business was the announcement that the WWF would have a brand extension, where the big o’ WWF roster would be split into RAW Superstars and Smackdown Superstars. It all began here.

So a significant show in some ways, but as a viewing experience, it’s alright for the most part.