My "Paranormal Activity" review

There is an old saying that perception is reality. Or is it that reality is perception? I suppose it doesn't matter because the idea is the same either way. It is a powerful concept that shapes the way we experience the world around us. If it feels real, then it might as well be.

The movie “Paranormal Activity” works with this premise and does a masterful job of giving the viewer the perception of reality. Not often does it happen where you watch a movie, knowing from the get go that it is not by any means real, but can't help but think that it very well could happen. “Paranormal Activity” benefits from feeling at several points during the movie.

In case you didn't know, “Paranormal Activity” is a low budget movie which follows a twenty something couple who are documenting and dealing with a poltergeist like entity that is menacing them in their home. This couple consists of Katie (Katie Featherston) and Micah (Micah Sloat), who have been dating for several years and have recently moved in together. Katie is a graduate student while Micah has some boring day job, but clearly aspires to be a film maker. We learn this early on because it is his obsession to film their current predicament that brings us the footage we are now viewing.

As the story tells us, Katie has been plagued by some form of spirit since she was a child. It has followed her around. This is something that Micah is intrigued by and wants to capture on film. He sets up his camera in their bedroom at night and follows around Katie during the day. We also get a little exposition as they even consult a psychic for advice. Shit is going down and they want to be on top of it.

As I stated earlier, there is a feeling of realism to the movie. It starts with our main characters. They just look like average people you might meet anywhere. Katie Featherston plays her role as if her privacy is really being invaded by a video camera and as if there is an invisible for stalking and terrorizing her. Micah Sloat plays off his character a genuine opportunist.

It goes without saying that strange things start happening in the house. Things move and noises are heard. It is what is to be expected from a movie about a haunting. However, the difference with “Paranormal Activity” is that it doesn't come off as anything from a movie. What you do see is not an over animated special effect. It looks like something that you might witness with your own eyes. However, it is often what you don't see that is the real scary stuff. It creates some great suspense and a general feeling of anxiety because you don't know what it is and where it is coming from. There's real darkness in this movie, just as if you really were walking through your house at 2 o'clock in the morning with no lights on. There's a sound but no visible explanation for what made it. In the case of “Paranormal Activity”, less is more.

The movie doesn't have an expansive plot or back story, but it doesn't take from the experience. In fact, it isn't even necessary. The point of “Paranormal Activity” is to experience the phenomena right along with the characters. The movie is most effective when you let yourself become immersed in the visual and audio environment. Since the movie is filmed with a hand held camera, we are either in the shoes of the characters themselves, or right alongside them as the action takes place. Now don't get me wrong about the actual story being presented. There is a narrative and several details that are important to take in. If you pay attention, the climactic ending is that much more effective.

Bottom line is that many parts of the movie feel real. It is this feeling that very few films can evoke. It starts right from the beginning when the caption reads as if the footage was gathered after the events that you see unfold. It ends with no credits. It is not so much a movies as it is a compilation of events edited together to hopefully make you feel uneasy about turning off your lights before you go to bed. I'll be honest, it sure made me a little jumpy. I even slept with the lights on last night. Let's not tell anyone about that, though.

nfl predictions

It is that time of the year again! No, I am not talking about the awesome time of the year where Halloween candy is abundant and scary things are for sale everywhere. However, I have been eying up these real cool pirate skull lights at Walgreens. Probably will get those before October rolls around. Oh, I got a little off topic. Where was I? Oh! One of my favorite times the year is upon us! FOOTBALL SEASON!

Without a doubt, the story of this football season is that of an aging man who was castaway by his football family who had moved on with their young and talented star. Yes, I am referring to Brett Favre and the drama that followed him this summer. Love him or hate him, this is the biggest story in sports this fall. When he comes to Green Bay on November 1, all hell could break loose. The irrational Packer nation seems to believe he is a traitor. They tend to forget that Brett was the one set packing to New York last season, a move he didn't volunteer for. Then he was cut loose and decided to be a hotbed of indecision. In many ways, he douched it up for a couple months and wouldn't let his true intentions known. Call it arrogance or call it strategy, but in the end he still ended up in Minnesota. It is a favorable spot for him. If he can still go like claims he can go, then the Vikings are in a good position.

There is a lot of talk about the locker room divide on Minnesota. That is understandable. They were deceived by their coaches and management. Tarvaris Jackson was almost looking like a good ball player. However, deep down, the Viking nation didn't believe the guy had it in him to be great. Maybe good, but not great. They'd rather settle for good from a future hall of famer. That's what they decided. That's what pissed off an entire state. Yeah. I get it. A lot of you hate Brett Favre. I refuse to do so. He has a right to play. The Vikings wanted him. He was available. Boom. It was done. If anyone has the right to be pissed off, it is the Vikings quarterbacks and those who supported them. Us as Packers fans need to realize that he is a person, not a commodity.

Regardless of your feelings, you have to be looking forward to that game.

Predictions? You're talking Predictions? I'd just like to win a damn game!

Okay, so this is the part of the blog where I give you my thoughts on who will win each division. Wild Card winners with have an '*' next to their name. Shall we just get started on this?

AFC EAST

1. New England Patriots

2. Miami Dolphins

3. Buffalo Bills

4. New York Jets

AFC WEST

1. San Diego Chargers (Home Field)

2. Denver Broncos

3. Kansas City Chiefs

4. Oakland Raiders

AFC NORTH

1. Baltimore Ravens

2. Pittsburgh Steelers*

3. Cincinnati Bengals

4. Cleveland Browns

AFC SOUTH

1. Tennessee Titans (Bye)

2. Houston Texans *

3. Indianapolis Colts

4. Jacksonville Jaguars

Conference Championship: Titans over Chargers

NFC EAST

1. Philadelphia Eagles

2. Dallas Cowboys

3. Washington Redskins

4. New York Giants
   
   

NFC WEST

1. Arizona Cardinals

2. Seattle Seahawks

3. San Francisco 49ers

4. St. Louis Rams

NFC SOUTH

1. New Orleans Saints (Home Field)

2. Atlanta Falcons*

3. Carolina Panthers

4. Tampa Bay Buccaneers

drumroll....

NFC NORTH

1. Green Bay Packers (Bye)

2. Minnesota Vikings *

3. Chicago Bears

4. Detroit Lions

Conference Championship: Saints over Packers

SUPER BOWL: Saints over Titans

Coach of the Year: Mike McCarthy (via Dom Capers)

Offensive Player of the Year: Adrian Peterson

Defensive Player of the Year: Charles Woodson

NFL MVP: Drew Brees

Rookie of the Year Offensively: Percy Harvin

Rookie of the Year Defensively: BJ Raji

How many games will Detroit win this year? I say 7

Where will Brandon Marshall end up? I say, Dallas. Jerry Jones has a thing for idiots.

What about Mark Tauscher, will he be signed? Maybe by Dunkin Donuts

How long before Michael Vick gets into more trouble: Next spring. At a petting zoo.

I believe the Packers take the game in Minnesota while the Vikings take the one here in Green Bay. Which will cause a riot that I can see flaming up from my apartment.

Waging wars to shape the poet and the beat

Sometimes it feels like years have literally gone by between my blog entries. Hell, they probably have if you consider time may pass differently in alternate universes.

That seems to be the idea on my mind lately. Alternate universes. There are a lot of interesting possibilities out there. The show “Fringe” is loosely touching on that next season. I hope its very loosely because it would otherwise blow an idea of mine.

Anyway, the idea of an alternate universe is appealing to me. There are so many different ways it could go. Common knowledge says that if there are alternate universes that they are infinite. Okay. I'll by that. So, there must be one where I have blond hair rather than brown. There is another where I am from Mississippi or am a professional boxer. Then there is the concept of the different time-lines that would go down with different decisions. For example, what happens if the US stays away from Europe during WWII? What if Robert Kennedy avoided that hotel the day he was shot? How would history have changed. Well, there is an alternate universe for that. Even on small scales these exist. Somewhere in the universes exists a world where I chose the blue Mountain Dew rather than the reddish orange stuff. What was I thinking? I'd even like to see the world where I try harder and end up going to college in LaCrosse.

These are all fantastic ideas and scenarios that I just dreamed up. You may think I am ridiculous, but I think you are being ridiculous in thinking that I was in the first place. Lost you, didn't I? My point is that if you can think it, it is happening somewhere. One of the infinite universes is playing out your little idea as you read this. It has to be. Besides, where else do these ideas come from? Not just your brain. They exist as reality somewhere and just happen to float along through time and space into your mind.

Abstract shit, eh? It made sense to me, so that is all that matters.

Rather than get wrapped up in alternate realities, I should probably deal with the one I am in every day. This is the one that is going to someday kill me after all. I best give it as much attention as possible.

This cruel world stuck again on Saturday morning (Aug 1) when I learned that some lame ass mother fucker stole my bike. Right out of the parking spot where I had it chained up. They took the chain and all. Basically, some bolt cutters were involved. I live in a relatively good neighborhood too. Right between a couple of schools. This shit shouldn't happen. It was clearly an inside job and I was cased. Some fool watched me and played me. They came through the neighborhood and knew right where to sneak into the parking area and take what was mine.

It is one of those unfortunate situations where you just say goodbye to the bike. I will never see it again. The Green Bay Police have drunk drivers and ticket scalpers to take care of. Petty bike thievery is not one of their concerns. Rest assured, I am paranoid and suspicious now.

Little bro and I went to Packers' training camp on Thursday. It was a good time. The pictures are up on Facebook. The offense practiced on our end of the field. They looked damn good. The new practice field was awesome too. They actually have a nice setup with no chain link fence getting in your way. Rodgers is set to have another big year. The defense was a question mark since majority of the starters were sitting out.

Best part of going to training camp was that I had Thursday off. Which was a feat. It seems that getting a day off at work is like finding Osama Bin Laden. Neither is likely these days. The sad part is that I have 15 days of vacation that I probably won't be able to use. How it all built up is beyond me. I guess I lead a boring life. I have about 13 days of sick time as well. I would use that for dental appointments I have to make, but they treat it like vacation so I won't be getting off for that either. It is basically a crock of shit. They give you time that you aren't able to use.

Some days it is like bending over and grabbing your ankles. But in this case you know its coming and you are essentially forced to watch while someone does play by play with a telestrater right in front of you. In fact, it is John Madden and he mumbles a few bits about Brett Favre.

Sigh. I really do hate my job. No doubt about it. Sure I enjoy the people I see everyday, but the job just isn't exciting in the slightest. It is gotten redundant, boring, and predictable. There is no real challenge to it and no means to stay motivated. If I get even better at what I do, I am still doing what I am doing.

Coming to that realization has put a plan in motion for me to get to something better. I've been scouring internal jobs to find something more suitable for me. I am not even just talking about a job matching my skill set. I am just looking for something that allows me to be effective and not bored. There is a high probability that such a thing doesn't exist within the company. If not, oh well. I guess I'll just expand my search.

The inevitable move from Green Bay forms a more clear picture in my head every day. I need to get out of this poser of a city. If it wasn't for the Packers being here, I wouldn't me interested in much of anything. A single guy living on his own isn't going to entertain himself unless he is hitting up the bars looking to infect his genitals with the venereal disease of the week. Well, that's not me. And I don't drink, so none of that lifestyle appeals to me.

Madison is the very likely choice for a move. One reason being that the bulk of my social base is down there. The second main draw would be that jobs are much more prevalent and diverse. Here in Green Bay it seems to be call center or factory if you want to make any decent money. Madison is also interesting. There is culture and things to do. If I want to randomly find some midnight showing of Dr. Horrible's Sing Along Blog, someone might be doing one. State Street always offers something new as well. Ultimately it would be more fun out there. And I am too young to not want to have a little fun in my life. The routine of coming home, making dinner, watching tv, check the Internet, and go to bed just isn't cutting it. I have more potential energy than that.

I am also fairly certain that the women in Madison are more interesting as well. There are more of them, so the odds are that there is a foul mouthed geek type who likes movies and sports. Not gonna find that here.

If not Madison, I would reconsider something on the outskirts of Milwaukee. Not West Allis though. Never in 100 years. I'd have to let Amy figure out the perfect spot for me there. I trust her more than I trust myself.

The idea of just up and leaving Wisconsin altogether has crossed my mind. Somewhere with a mild climate would be nice, even if my pal David insists I should move to Los Angeles and drop scripts as a waiter. Something like Portland, Salt Lake City, or Seattle would be just find. I hear good things about those cities. Portland especially. I haven't thought through what the hell I would do out there, but that doesn't matter at this point. There are many smaller details to figure out before any of that would be even a remote reality.

Wow, look at that. Several pages about nothing. Time for my quick thoughts:

Many of the fans at training camp were utter uneducated morons. The douche bags behind us believed Michael Vick was going to be signed on Thursday afternoon. They also mocked their own children because they were asking honest questions about what they were watching. I hope someone glues their dicks to their stomachs.

Speaking of that, wow! That is one messed up story. How convenient is it that the guy has child abuse charges dropped on him as soon as the wife gets charged for the while imprisonment ordeal. I am sure that was her backup for when she got arrested. They are all messed up works of art.

Billy Mays and cocaine? The more I think about it, the more it starts to make sense. He always did seem jittery and frantic. There has to be a tell all biography in the works. Money says Billy had a thing for hookers.

I still think laundry is the most boring household chore ever.

The Game of Things, sold at your local Target remains one of the best I ever played. Nowhere else does “Anime Porn” or “The West” become more hilarious each time it is mentioned.

John Hughes is dead. That is sad. He wrote a lot of good movies. I will now study then and use them to enhance my own writing style.

Time to wrap this up...

Get up and shake the glitter off your clothes, now

(i spell checked but that is it. I apologize for all grammatical shit)

Have any of you watched “Ghost Adventures” on the Travel Channel? It is just like “Ghost Hunters”, but more or less more 'roided” up. If that makes sense. Basically, the guy hosting it is a lost louder and more obnoxious than anyone on the other ghost shows out there. I am not sure if I like the show yet. I believe they are as legit as the TAPS crew on Ghosthunters, but more upfront and involved while they hunt. They are much more active and get right into the mix of things. The host guy is quiet when need be, but has no problem giving a play by play of what he is feeling. Very intense. I will hold back judgment after a few more episodes.

Yeah, I know. You could have cared less about that last paragraphs. You want me to get to the good shit. You want me to talk about something of interest to you. Okay. I can try to stir something up.

Truth be told, there hasn't been that much excitement in life since Vegas. One funny story that I have isn't sharable over a blog. I'll tell a few of you on a private basis. It is nothing inappropriate. I just want to be respectful of the circumstances that created a very awkward moment for me.

I assume many of you are aware of my viewing of WWE Raw this past Monday. It was a show that made big news here in Green Bay. It was not because of how awesome the show was, but more because of the presence of one Donald Trump. You see, The Donald was part of a storyline that made him the owner of the Monday Night Raw show. He was trying to be all fan friendly and shit, so he called a press conference at the Green Bay airport. His big announcement? He was giving everyone in attendance a full refund.

Yeah. I didn't believe it when I heard it either. Then I got to the show. They made sure to announce the fact we got refunds several times and even handed out slips explaining how we could get our refunds. I paid with a VISA, so I would be getting mine back automatically. Despite some shitty storytelling by the WWE, they stuck with their initial promise to refund people.

The best part about this all was that my seats were in the third row. (See my photos for a perspective) I had a great view and the best seats I have ever had at live wrestling show. I got all kinds of great pictures as well as some time on television. Nate claims I had more face time than Trump on this week's show. I won't argue with Nate. So, all these cool things happened and it was absolutely no cost to me in the end.

Did I mention that I had signs? I had two I put up and had on television. The first was “Vince got trump'd”. Which goes along with the storyline with the Donald. The second sign was kind of a tribute to my hatred of John Cena. Well, maybe not my hatred, but Jason's hatred. Unbeknown to Jason, I created a sign on his behalf. One that he would notice immediately. The kind of sign he would never forget. What did it say?

CENA > JARMOS

That > means “greater than” for you math illiterate individuals.

Yep. I did that. He and Nate watched the show on DVR delay. It was near the end when I started getting texts from Jason. He was shocked and in awe at the same time. Clearly it was cool to have his nickname on national television. However, I believe it was a little disappointing for him to see that world now assumed that John Cena was better than him.

Cena isn't. But it is still funny.

By Wednesday night, my RAW refund was gone because I had something to spend it on. In this case it was a 6 pound and 9 ounce bundle of joy named Addison Mae. On Monday morning my sister gave birth to her third child. Little Addison is my second niece and as adorable as any baby I have ever seen.

The kid is so tiny and adorable. I got to visit with her today. Only a few days old and she is quiet as can be. Then I looked over to her big sister who is as loud and obnoxious as can be. Gosh, I remember when Hannah was actually a quiet little baby. Kids grow up fast.

Work just dragged on this week. Honestly, I was really at the end of my rope. I can't do much more of it. There are only so many phone calls I can take before everything just gets old. Granted every person I speak with is different and behaves differently. However, what I tell them is the same old shit. It seems like I can almost predict what they are going to ask and the stupid excuses they are going to have. And let me tell you, their excuses are fucking stupid. Every last one of them.

These people go for years at a time paying for their premium. They don't question it. They just do it. It isn't an issue to them because they have no reason to be concerned. Then they go in for one office visit for a cough. They get their claim back and learn they have to pay $64 for the exam. However, they don't feel as if that is correct. They think that because they pay for insurance that we'll pay for all of their office visits. Needless to say, they are incorrect. There is a deductible to be met before anyone is paying anything on their office visit.

For several years they had no issue with their insurance just being there in the case of a major medical disaster. They put in what is probably thousands of dollars without question. This isn't an issue for them. But they have to throw down an extra $64 and that prompts a phone call. They better get on the line with their insurance carrier to lay the smack down. Someone needs to hear about it. After all, they are paying insurance so they don't have medical expenses. They better start yelling at the customer service representative as if they didn't get their extra order of French fries with their extra value meal. Someone needs to be yelled at because the caller swears that their office visit should be paid. In fact, they are now demanding it.

Threatening words about canceling the policy soon follow the initial arguments and admissions of ignorance. It sure has been years now that the member had been paying for insurance and apparently had no idea what their coverage was. I don't buy their bullshit, but I give them their appeal rights anyway. Part of me wants to call them out on their nonsense. I want to tell them to pull their heads out of their asses. Would these people buy a television without doing some research on it? They aren't going to drop $1500 on an HDTV and then call up Best Buy three years later when they discover it doesn't have picture in picture. They'd get laughed at by Best Buy. They know how stupid they would look since they had every opportunity to ask questions and do research on their purchase. Deep down they know the truth. They are well aware that they should know better. It is nobody's fault except their own. Now because they know they are a real fucking idiot, they need to take it out on someone. They need to piss and moan to the first person they get on the phone. Maybe whining and pleading ignorance will get them some special treatment.

Sorry sir, but this still isn't a cheeseburger and fries.

Oops. Did I rant much? Oh well. Sometimes I just gotta let loose and go. I wonder if this same scenario happens at other places. I would imagine that elements of it are unique to the insurance industry. As it seems, when something is tangible, people tend to take their own personal responsibility. When it is an abstract product, then they tend to not see it or fully understand it. Maybe I should do some kind of research study on it when I eventually go back to school. I could call it “Why are people ignorant assholes?”

Maybe it could win me a scholarship or something.

Who has plans for the 4th? I know I do. I'll be heading down to meet up with Jay in Madison. For the past four years or so, since we had been in Whitewater, I had gone to Franklin with him on the 4th. His grandparents do a good old fashioned barbecue. Oh, and there is a fun little festival in the park down the street. It has been quite fun. Jason, Amy, and I usually blow a ton of money on carnival games and food. I also enjoy the antics of Jason's aunt Cindi. She is quite the character. One of those “says what is on her mind' kind of people who is an enthusiast of juice (read: vodka). My friends are my second family so it is nice to have this little tradition going on. Plus there is always good desert. It also helps that Jason's grandmother doesn't let us leave without food.

Time for random things that cross through my head:

“Frotch” is a funny word. Tanya and I came up with it one time during a Brewers game. I believe it was in an attempt to mock Seth McClung for having a face crotch. I like sharing these fun things with the world.

Lady Gaga is one filthy bitch. It wasn't until Friday that I realized her song “Poker Face” included the words “Bluffing with my muffin!” What a skank!

I saw little Julie Mihm yesterday. It was pretty much like old times. She recalls me as being borderline inappropriate. I tend to disagree. There is no borderline. I just cross it all the time.

You know what is totally awesome (in the sarcastic sense)? When people who are supposedly related to you, like you know, family, can't seem to grasp the concept that you are 27 years old and an adult. I haven't lived with my mother for the basically ten years now, people! Oh and stop asking me like “What are you going to school for?” I graduated four fucking years ago!

“Public Enemies” looks fantastic. Utterly fantastic. I can't wait to see it.

I went into Walgreen's to pick up my wrestling pictures yesterday. When I say my name, the woman knows right where my photos are. No, they were not in the “W” bin where one might expect. Instead they were on top of the shelf right behind her. Then as she hands the envelope to me she says “So, ringside seats, eh?” That is when I notice that they probably were rifled through. I say they were third row and my camera is good. Then she says that her son was there and only got pics of backs of heads. Then she is very forward and asks if she can just print off some of mine for her kid. To me this is both flattering and creepy at the same time. Now the thought of creepiness went away when I realized that the woman probably was the one who processed the pictures. She probably sees all kinds of shit that she makes mental notes of. Now she at least asked me. I suppose that she could have just printed them without me ever knowing, but she was upfront. Basically, long story short, I feel like I took awesome photos.

Storheim's, an overpriced custard and burger place here in Green Bay, closed a couple months back. Opened in its place in a remodeled building is a little drive up car hop style place called Gilly's. It is run by family of the people who own the famous Gille's in Milwaukee. I had food from there today. It was good and reasonably priced. Rock on.

I love the Pepsi Rock Band Promotion. I have won 15 free tracks thus far. Totally awesome in my book.

It upsets me when it is supposed to storm, but doesn't.

Have you been watching “Harper's Island?”. Your loss! It was excellent this week.

Also good was a TV pilot for a little show called “Virtuality”. It has not been picked up yet, but would be a critical darling if it was.

Why do random scary people have to comment about my throwback Paul Molitor jersey? Shut up, you're creepy!

Peace out, peeps!

You're gonna be a shining star, with fancy clothes, fancy car-ars.

Random thoughts on a Saturday night:

So, a vacation is supposed to provide you with rest and relaxation, thus allowing you to return to work fresh and rejuvenated, right? Not so much when you go to Las Vegas and have the best time ever. Going back to work just reminded me how much I hate it.

The Brewers are a little inconsistent lately. However, Prince seems a little motivated as of late. Good for him. Craig Counsell has been earning his keep as well. They need to give him more money. The old man is showing the kids how it is done.

While flipping through channels, I realized that Susan Boyle reminds me of the crazy bird lady from “Home Alone 2”

Has anyone seen previews for that Disney movie, “G-Force”. Yeah, I know right? Total crap in 3-D. Now, I am all for movies with a ridiculous concept, but this is a little too much for me. Especially since this movie was clearly put together to get money from children. I doubt it'll be worth anything to anyone who is above the age of 7.

Does anyone even use MySpace these days?

I bought a throwback Brewers jersey last weekend. Paul Molitor. Good ole number 4. It is bad ass.

I am going camping next weekend. I am really not so ready for it. I probably should be. I'm not however. Eh. I'll get ready. I don't need much more than a sleeping bag and some clothes.

CiCi's Pizza. There are always commercials. However, I have never seen one. $5 for a pizza buffet makes me not trust them.

There will be a Vegas themed blog at some point in the coming weeks. Stories need to be told. They won't be as fantastic as “The Hangover”, but it was fun none the less. In my story, Jason knocks Mike Tyson out.

Sigh. I think I'll sleep in on Sunday morning. Maybe go shopping and get some donuts after that.

by the way, i made it through the day

I slept in until noon today. Granted, I woke up momentarily after 8 am, but there was no purpose in getting out of bed, so there I went into slumber. Four hours later I had to pee so bad that I had to get out of bed. I already looked homeless. Didn't need to smell that way as well. By golly, it sure was nice though. I had not slept in so late in ages. It probably had a lot to do with the Nyquil. It really does work. However, I still feel a bit off in the morning. I can imagine it is just how Joe Namath feels on the average morning.

However, I do have the distinct advantage of remembering the previous night.

Last night I went to my first Wisconsin Timber Rattler's game. They are a class A affiliate of the Milwaukee Brewers. For those of you wondering, yes, I am talking about baseball. Now, Minor League ball isn't always the most spectacular thing. It isn't full of athleticism like the Major League is, but that doesn't mean that they aren't giving it 100%. These kids all oozed of effort and dreams. There was not a bit of slacking on either side. It was baseball, maybe not at its finest, but none the less what was advertised.

The best part about Minor League sports is that they find all kinds of unique ways to keep people involved and entertained. Last night they would toss out cheese curds whenever the opposing team's top slugger would strike out. I am not sure about you, but I love the idea of cheese being thrown at me. In fact, I have had dreams just about that. Cheese curds being hurled at me by women in their underwear. In fact, I will probably take that idea and make it into a music video some day. It could win a few awards from MTV. Hell, there may be no need for music since MTV forgot what that was ten years ago.

Another great attraction was when two guys put on over sized foam boxing gloves and attempted to punch the crap out of one another. It was a weak brawl. However, it did not stop Steve and I from contemplating how out of hand we would have gotten. It would have been the last time they ever did that bit. That is for sure. Oh! A third thing they did was bring out one of those guns that shoots things. Only, this time, it was not some t-shirt from some bank that nobody cares about. It was something much more important than that. It was ambrosia wrapped in foil. It was bratwursts. They shot those things 100 feet in the air and watched as crazies lunged for it. It is unfortunate that it took until now to invent the brat bazooka. I can only imagine how effective it would have been during WWII. Those Germans would not have known what the fuck to do if bratwurst were being shot at them. Add to that sauerkraut grenades and you cut two years off that war at minimum.

Any of you watch the show, “Dollhouse”? You know, the show about a big company that wipes people's brains and programs them to be just about anything? Probably not since it is on Friday night and the ratings are less than stellar. Trust me, the ratings do not reflect quality. Friday is asking for a low rating, so despite the fact that it is a damn good show, nobody is watching. It is rather unfair. You probably should give it a chance on Hulu or Fox's website. I assure you that once you get a few episodes in (#4 is where it got real good), you will find yourself wanting to see the entire story play out. Now before you brush it off, let me give you four reasons as to why you should watch this show.

1.There are young and attractive stars. Oh, do not act like you are not in the slightest bit shallow when watching a television show. Just try and tell me that you don't like to look at pretty things. I bet that “Gossip Girl”, “Grey's Anatomy”, and “American Idol” are still on your DVR. You can't tell me that you are watching that stuff just because of good story telling and pure talent. Nope. There is the eye candy factor. “Dollhouse” has that. It all starts with the lead, Eliza Dushku, You will recall her from “Wrong Turn”, “Buffy The Vampire Slayer”, and “Bring it On”. She has that bad girl next door thing going for her. Then there is a treat for some of you who prefer men. His name is Tahmoh Penikett. Geeks have seen him on “Battlestar Galactica”. He is a decent actor, but hell, even I can admit that he is a good looking guy. And ladies, he is often shirtless. Not that you would be interested in that.

2.Joss Whedon created it. Yeah, you heard me mention him before. He worked on a lot of stuff I liked. Most specifically, he is responsible for “Firefly” and “Serenity”. More recently he wrote and directed the web sensation “Dr. Horrible's Sing Along Blog”. Basically, the man is incredibly creative and bring any given mood or style at any moment. He can make it silly one moment and incredibly sad the next. This may sound crazy, but in context it works and is often incredible.

3.The characters. Yep. The characters in this show are worth investing in. Granted, the idea that Eliza Dushku and several other of the actors would change personalities every week seems a bit lofty in the area of character development. However, that is just on paper as an idea. It plays out in a much more complex and rewarding way. You see, they are not working as planned. Bits of their original personalities are leaking when they are on missions. They are becoming unpredictable and potentially dangerous. Let us not mention the conflicted individuals in the supporting cast. There is the disgraced FBI agent who is borderline obsessed with finding the Dollhouse. There is the newly hired Boyd Langton who may have a moral objection to what is being done to the dolls, but he needs a paycheck. Also, there is a snooty geek that programs the dolls with their memories and personalities, who happens to more insecure than he lets on. The point is, these characters are layered. Nobody is who we think they are. Each week we get a little piece of their story. That worked for “Lost” and I think it is working for “Dollhouse”.

4.Overall intrigue. There are a lot of questions to be answered and an aura of mystery surrounding them. Why does the government not know about this place? Are the dolls slaves? How do they find these people? Where do they hide such an operation? Those are all questions that have basically been answered by now, but they are just the tip of the ice berg. The mystery grew when we learned that the “Dollhouse” may have a more substantial purpose than simply being a business venture. Let us not forget that a rogue doll named Alpha is on the loose and nobody has the slightest idea as to where he is.

There you have it. I have explained myself. Time for some random thoughts.

Pepsi Throwback tastes quite amazing. You should give her a try. Delicious. Real sugar too!

A recent update for MLB The Show 09 contained a glitch that has basically rendered by career mode useless. Yes, I am a bit pissed.

Steve purchased a chalk board for our fantasy football draft this summer. A live draft. Which will rock.

Wow, has it really been almost three months already? Guess it wasn't that earth shattering of a decision for me after all.

Weather for Green Bay seems to be a lot of rain this week. Oh well. We could use it.

The job I mentioned to some of you... well, yeah, didn't get it. Not that I didn't rock the shit out of that interview. That much was essentially confirmed for me. Sometimes you are missing one key component. Still.... I probably would have kicked ass at that job. We'll see what happens in June when another position opens.

Essentially 2 weeks until Vegas. I can see the money being flushes away as I type this.

I am sick of this swine flu nonsense. Trust me people, there are worse things out there.

WWE RAW comes to GB in June. I will be buying a ticket soon. Yes, I am a geek. Anyone else wanna go?

Ouch. It is getting real late. Time for sleep. Long week ahead. (it is always a long week these days)

every move I make feels lost with no direction...

Probably a short one tonight... the blog, I am writing. Nothing else, pervs.

What's new? How have you been? Great to hear that. That is so exciting! Congratulations on the _________.

Now that we have that out of the way, let us recap some things.

1. I still haven't heard any word on the job I interviewed for about 2 weeks ago. That is fine. No hurry. I keep crossing my fingers, though. This job could add a few years back onto my life. Not talking to crazies every day can do that.


2. The Brewers went on a little winning streak. It is about time. Dave Bush might have his game back. We are going to need that down the stretch. The game on Saturday night was exciting as hell though. Extra innings and a win! Yes, please! I will take that any night. Better yet is that the Crew played a little small ball and produced runs.

3. Packers drafted twice in the first round with a surprise trade. Ted Thompson must have eaten a bad burrito because he never trades his way up. He sure did yesterday and we got some kid named Clay Matthews. Yes, he is the some of THAT Clay Matthews. I was at Lambeau Field during that part of the draft for the annual draft party. It is a cheap little bit of entertainment. For $25 bucks you get a free had and a ticket to an autograph session where you get two players to sign your shit! Well, as luck would have it, my brother, nephew, and I were sitting in the right place as a man just handed us his autograph tickets. AWESOME. We had 5 tickets at this point. Then we found another ticket on a table, so Nathan and I had access to all three sessions by the end of the day. Then we got Dayton in with us under the justification that we couldn't leave him on his own. Which we technically couldn't because I didn't want to chase him down after he wandered off. So, whose autographs do I have? How about James Jones, Aaron Rouse, Jordy Nelson, Will Blackmon, and former player Aaron Taylor. He was wearing his Super Bowl ring. It was impressive. Oh, I forgot to mention that Mark Chmura gave me an autograph as well. I had to bite my tongue because I really wanted to ask him about “it”.

Quick hits:

Ever see the channel Palladia on cable? It rocks, literally. They show all kinds of concerts in HD as well as actual music videos. MTV should take note.

I bought a bobble head gnome on Saturday. It rocks. I love bobble heads. And the amusement of gnomes stretches back about 9 years, so it was an awesome combination.

Anyone out there want to see Star Trek with me?

21 days until I go to Vegas! Anyone know of any good attractions out there that I might not know about?

I had some gut rot today. It was either the Taco Bell or Little Caesar's.

Ever been in a situation where you realize that although you are surrounded by a shit ton of people, you really don't know any of them? Awkward as hell, right? Yep, sure is. Those are times where spending the evening at home in front of the TV is not such a bad idea.

The weather is getting nice. Thus, I need to break out the bike and get off my ass a bit more.

People like to cry on the phone when they call us at work. Apparently that is supposed to make them appear sympathetic to us. Well, it usually means we aren't allowed to get to the core of their problem. Then it just gets worse from there. Cut the crying bullshit, people. Save it for when you really need it in life.

Anybody want to come up and watch some Packers Training Camp? I am going to pick some random days off in the middle of May so I can go. Granted it is right down the street, it is still a good time.

Time to eat a little something and go to bed.

Later

When your mind's made up...

Do you want to know what I like? It is that little “Like” link you can click on Facebook news feeds. It really is just a wonderful way to provide feedback to someone without having to say or type a damn word. It is the Facebook equivalent of a head nod or a wink. You gotta love that, right?

Also, it really is a way to say “Hey, I caught that news feed about you and wanted to give you a nonverbal heads up that I like what you did there.” Essentially it is a form of electronic acknowledgment of another person. Or in other words, it is e-attention. Who the hell doesn't like attention and acknowledgment? Nobody I know, that is for sure. Sure it might be just another way to be in a sort of spotlight, but that is something I can't complain with. Spotlight? Yes please. Sign me up right now.

Ultimately, the best use of this feature is done by the hardcore Facebook users. You know who I am talking. These are the Facebook stalkers. Yeah, I know, it is like the pot calling the skillet a cooking apparatus. I wouldn't want to speak of this concept if I didn't know it inside and out. Now, if you have done your fair share of Facebooking, you probably know what I am getting at with the “Like” link being a useful tool for “stalking”.

Why is it useful, Nick? That is a great question. It is useful when you are surfing through Facebook and come across a complete stranger or a long lost acquaintance that draws your attention. Perhaps this person is interesting. Maybe they are smoking hot and you want in on that action. Hell, they may even have some unresolved beef with you. Regardless, you need an ice breaker and what better to do it with than use the “Like” link. It is a blessing in disguise.

Think about it. Clicking the “Like” is basically your way of saying, “hey, I saw this and I agree with it”. It comes right from the news feed and is public as can be. There is nothing awkward or strange about it. You don't think twice about getting the notification that someone liked your news feed. In fact, there isn't a disturbing bit about it....

Well, unless you think about it like I do.

So, there you are on a lonely Sunday night. You just finished watching a marathon of Mythbusters and are winding down the weekend before you go back to work for the man. You are in dire need for a fix of the Facebook. Everyone needs a little of that on a Sunday Night. Oh, look at that! Someone from college that you haven't spoken to in 5 years accepted your friend request from 4 months ago. Time to go stalk the shit out of them. Gee, I wonder what in the world I should say to them. “Hey, how is it going” is almost too cliché. “What's up?” is boring. Hmm. I should maybe not say a word. If I said anything I would come off as eager and disparate for attention as I really am. How in the world do I get myself on the inside without directly saying, “Hey you, girl who showed me your chest back in the dorms! Look at all my cool Packer pictures on my profile and comment on how funny my notes are!”. Hey! I got it! She just watched an episode of “Law and Order: SVU”. I hate that fucking show. But hell, she doesn't know that.

CLICK

“Nick Wallander likes this.”

That should do the trick. Now she'll just think I came upon this in the news feed. She might not talk to be if she knew I was staring at her roommate in a bikini on her most recent photo album. But hey, as far as she knows, I just scanned by her status. I am just very observant. Not creepy one bit.

So, Facebook, I thank you for this simple little feature that goes beyond a few little words. You have no idea how much it has done for me- errr - people out there on the site. It is much more safe than handling chloroform. And cheaper. You use the wrong amount and you have a body to dispose of. I don't know about you, but that is a problem I would not want.

You think this blog is about you....

Last Friday morning would have been such a waste of time had it not been for one's man's confusing comments. You see, there was this guy on the phone with me who was (surprise!) pissed off that our company didn't pay for a claim of his. We'll call him Ed since that is the simplest of names for the simplest of minds I was dealing. Good old Ed had a claim for an orthopedic surgeon that treated him while he had a stay at a hospital. This surgeon was not in his network, which means that despite his deductible being met, Ed had to eat up that charges all by his lonesome. It was a tough break, but completely within the guidelines of his plan. Ed didn't see to think that is was quite right. He had many interesting supporting arguments.

One was that he “hired” our company to pay his claims. Yep, “hired” was the word he used. As if it made logical sense to him that one could give someone $X.XX and they would decide to turn around and pay $XXX.XX out on claims on their behalf. Somewhere in his thick skull, it was not resonating with him that no business model is designed to spend more money than they bring in. I pointed out the policy guidelines and hoped shit for brains would just shut up and get back to beating his wife and children. Nope. That didn't do it. He had other ideas in store for me. For instance, I was not aware that he hired ME personally to negotiate all his claims for him whenever they came in. Fuck, that was news to me. I probably should be getting a pay raise if I am supposed to be doing all this negotiating. Ed was mistaken again as we only negotiate with contracted network providers and not with anyone out of network, especially after the fact. Essentially this was a tough break and the guy should just deal with it by drinking his worries away.

Well, Ed wasn't going to settle for just drinking anything away. Not that he didn't drink anything. I am wagering to bet that Ed smelled like a hobo who broke into a medicine cabinet. He had other ideas. Fantastic and ridiculous ideas. He then went on to ask me why our company went ahead and hired him an out of network surgeon. I had to remind him that we were not there with him calling the shots when he chose where he would be treated. I kindly reminded him that technically, he hired the guy who worked on his leg. He didn't take kindly to that. Probably because I was right. I wish I could apologize to his wife for the mark he inevitably left on the side of her face later that day because of this. You would think that Ed would realize that at this point he was defeated and perhaps he should just go out to the backyard and shoot some beer cans. Ed had yet another idea in him as whom to blame. He then asked, “Well, then why did the hospital hire an out of network provider?”

At this point, I probably should have said, “I don't know. Perhaps you should ask them”. But then out of courtesy and good will towards someone at the hospital, I defended the hospital by stating that they hire people based on credentials, not what insurance company they work with. All this did was get us back into a circle where he then insisted I should be negotiating rates for him. The real kicker here is that our friend Ed had his policy for 3 or 4 years by the time he had this big surgery. He had no issues paying a premium when he wasn't seeing any doctors for anything at all, not even preventive visits. For some reason, the guy suddenly thought he had the shittiest insurance in the world. I got the classic, “Well what do I have insurance for” comment. I loved that one. Seems to only come up after people go years without using their policy and then because they had never bothered to read the damn thing, they are suddenly appalled by it. They like to claim we are finding new ways to avoid their claim. Nope. We sure as hell are using the same ways to avoid paying your claims that we used 4 years ago before you started using your benefits. I decided to remind Ed what he was paying for. I pointed out the $20,000 he saved with contracted rates and coinsurance.

Oh, you were dead right if you just guessed that Ed had an answer for that one. He insisted that “everyone knows damn well that you can go to any doctor and they'll reduce the cost to a competitive rate”. This was another point where the perfect words were in my head and I should have said them.

“Go ahead. I hope that works out for you,” is what I wanted to say. I didn't though. At this point we had gone in circles and I was ready to give this ignorant jackass his appeal rights. In fact, I assumed he was getting tired of it himself. Then, when I thought he had played all his cards, the ace came out of his sleeve. Ed apparently had a new theory brewing. He had no problem sharing it with me.

“I wish that you could see right now the demons that I an envisioning while I am talking to you,” said Ed.

Verbatim, folks. Word for word, what he said to me. Demons. Bloody fucking demons. Just like an episode of “Buffy the Vampire Slayer”. Needless to say, he immediately impressed me with his ability to unleash such a surprise. Well, played, Ed. Bravo!

Now, at this point, I couldn't pay complete attention to what the man was bitching about. Some of it could have been real funny shit, but I was in deep thought at the moment. I couldn't help but wonder “How exactly did he see this demons?” Was he seeing them in the room with him? Perhaps he was imagining me with horns, a tail, and glowing eyes while wearing a headset. I opted to believe he meant the latter of the two.

He had me speechless upon this whopper of an accusation. This was another point where the perfect words were in my head, but I was not at liberty to say them. I should have though. Maybe they would have done some good and we could have gotten somewhere. I could have reached out to him through the phone with the simple utterance of the words, “The power of Christ compels thee”.

An exorcism could have done that man some good. However, I wouldn't want to be the one who would have dealt with him when he found out that his policy didn't cover it....

Speaking of ridiculousness, let's talk about those Brewers. Now I know that The Crew lost a couple big pieces of talent to free agency, mainly Sabbathia and Sheets, but we still expected them to have a fire lit under their asses. Okay, so maybe the offense has a fire under their ass. The boys have been hitting the best they can. Hell, they have put up some runs. Corey Hart has been solid knocking shit out of the park while Rickie Weeks is hoping to launch a career renaissance. Then there is the pitching.

Holy crap is there the pitching. The god awful pitching. It seems like the starters can't seem to keep their shit together long enough to give our guys a chance to take a lead. Their control is as solid as Lindsay Lohan is sober. A complete and utter joke. Someone on the jsonline comment board noted that Jeff Suppan is the most expensive batting practice pitcher in the league. That is true to an extent, but batting practice pitchers actually throw strikes. I would have pulled that guy as soon as Soriano made contact with that first pitch.

Regardless, The Crew has some problems to sort out.

By the time any of you read this, it will be 34 days until LAS VEGAS! As the days count down, the excitement grows more than I could have anticipated. However, along with the excitement grows a little anxiety. I don't want to deal with the nonsense that goes with the traveling portion of the trip. Now, I don't fear flying in any way at all. I just am not thrilled about the whole process of getting on the plane. Seems like a lot of shit could go wrong. How will I pack everything? Should I bring more than one suitcase? What about all those security checkpoints? I would prefer not to get a random strip search. Add to that the fact that we have a layover in Houston. Yeah, Houston. Not sure about that.

Random thoughts:

I had to restrain myself from buying half off Easter candy today. As much as I love those Reese's Eggs, I know better.

Job interview on Friday. I'll tell you more about it after it is done and over with.

I am quite fond of the newly formed Michael Scott Paper Company.

I bought some clothes this past weekend. Haven't done that in a while.

Mark Chmura is signing autographs at this year's Packers Draft Party. Yeah, that does amuse me. My brother thinks we should have him sign the police report.

Speaking of Packers, their schedule is released today.

Demon, he says!

I am so tired right now, but I haven't been able to sleep lately. I hope that mess figures itself out.

Saturday night was fun. It was a bachelor party of sorts for my good pal from work, David. We had several good laughs and even got into a discussion with a random girl in the bar about the bartender's chest. We assumed they were fake.

MLB: The Show 09 is addictive. I finally made the majors, however. We'll see how that works out. I sure as hell don't want to pull a Suppan.

Fast and Furious made more money this weekend? Thanks, America! Glad to see we have taste.

Alright, time for this demon to try sleep. Goodnight.

Yeah, I will be watching Wrestlemania, deal with it

I feel like a god damned Nyquil commercial. Hell, that or I could go out and audition for one. I have the sneezing, the congestion, the runny nose, and the occasional headache to go with it. I downed the required dosage and allowed myself to sleep in this morning. Yeah, sure didn't do the trick. I guess I will have to give it a go again tonight. Is it feed a fever, starve a cold? Or the other way around? Regardless, I think I need to drink more fluids. They obviously will help more than all the various medicines I have been taking.

Needless to say, I hate being sick. But then again, who doesn't? It would be a better use of my time and energy if I had a real medical condition rather than some bullshit cold. If I am going to be sick, it better be something legit and worth “get well' cards and all that. Like having my tonsils removed. It is too bad I already lost my appendix, because that would also be a better use of my time that this passive aggressive cold.

I need to get reasonably better before tomorrow night. You see, Sunday night is Wrestlemania 25. It has become a tradition to watch this yearly event and this year will keep up with that tradition for the most part. The family is coming over to watch it with me. We'll have a buffet of heart attack food as well as some sno cones. I think.

Anyway, this brings me to the part where I get to make my predictions on a show that is predetermined. Ha. It is silly, isn't it? But hell, it is no fun if I don't believe anything could happen. Let's not waste any more time here. Predictions are forthcoming.

Chris Jericho vs. Roddy Piper, Jimmy Snuka, and Ricky Steamboat

The stipulations for this one state that Jericho must pin or force submission on all three of his opponents. Only only of them has to pin or force submission upon him to get the win. Add to this the fact that Ric Flair will be in the corner of the three legends and it does not look good for Jericho numerically. However, Jericho had a killer 2008 and single handedly made RAW worth watching going into Wrestlemania. For that alone, I do not see him losing this one. The legends can save face with a post match embarrassment of Jericho. Oh, also, Micky Rourke is rumored to be on hand. Money says that he takes a shot at Jericho. WINNER: Chris Jericho

25 Diva Battle Royal

So, 25 woman from the current WWE and ones from the past will all be involved in this battle royal to be crowned Miss Wrestlemania. Well, since there are only 3 or 4 women on the current roster that can wrestle, I am going to assume that the Divas from the past will do some damage. Expect to see Victoria, Molly Holly, and Trish Stratus here. Any one of them winning this thing is fine with me. I am also fine with Mickie James, Beth Phoenix, or Melina winning. There is a lot of talk that Santino Marella will get involved and try to win. I see him sticking his nose in. He will drop his guard and me eliminated by the WINNER: Mae Young. Yep, she is older than dirt, but Vince loves the woman and is not above honoring her like this.

Money in the Bank Ladder Match (featuring Shelton Benjamin, CM Punk, Mark Henry, Kane, Christian, Kofi Kingston, MVP, and Finlay)

The stipulations of this match is that there is a briefcase above the ring that contains a contract that will allow the owner of the case to have a title shot against any champion. The catch is that they must climb a 10 foot ladder to get to it. Anything goes and only one man can win. They've got two big guys in there who won't do much climbing (Kane/Henry). There is a man who has to be in his 50s by now (Finlay) and I don't see him doing much jumping around. He has done well in the past with these matches, but I wouldn't consider him a threat. Punk won last year so he is out. That leaves Christian, Kofi, Shelton, and MVP. I'll get to them in a minute. Now, first let me tell you how I would do this. If I were booking the match, I would make the winner the least obvious and have the big monster Mark Henry somehow manage to climb to the top to get his shot. However, I am not, but I wanted to share that idea anyway. If it happens, I look like a genius.

Of the remaining four on that list, Kofi Kingston has the least chance. He is still practically a rookie. He'll get a chance to look good however. MVP lost his chance for a main event spot. That leaves Shelton and Christian. Shelton now has experience under his belt and he can go in the ring when motivated. In the previous 4 MITB matches, he was the one who did the crazy spots. He may get rewarded for that. Then there is Christian, who Vince McMahon apparently doesn't like, but he hired him back so that TNA couldn't have him. Christian busted his balls for Vince during his original WWE run. If he wins, then he could move right on to a potential feud with anyone after Mania since he could easily turn if need be. This my WINNER: Christian.

Shawn Michaels vs. The Undertaker

WWE is making it way too obvious that Taker is winning and maintaining his Wrestlemania streak. Hell, he hasn't gotten in one bit of offense on Shawn Michaels in the last several weeks. On top of that, they keep touting that Taker has never beaten Shawn one on one. To me, that is telegraphing an ending. My heart says that Shawn gets to win in order to pull the wool over our eyes. MY gut and brain tells me that the WINNNER is : The Undertaker.

That WILL be the best match of the night, btw.

Tag Team Unification Match: Carlito and Primo Colon vs. Miz and Morrison (Lumberjack style)

This was an attempt to get everyone involved in the show. It will be mid show filler. However, my understanding is that these four can put on great matches. That's good enough for me. It is great to see the tag titles on the line at Wrestlemania for the first time in what seems like ages. I doubt anything significant will happen since everyone is out there. I am waiting on Morrison to turn on Miz, but it can't happen during a lumberjack match. However, this match is the perfect setup moment for the eventual turn. This I see The Colon Brothers as the WINNERS. It'll set up a rift between Miz and Morrison.

Matt vs. Jeff, the Hardy Extreme Rules Match

This feud is long from over. If Jeff wins, then the upcoming matches will be anti-climactic. Matt has been great as of late and he hasn't had drug or attendance problems. The 'E' will probably award him for keeping his brother out of jail and the detox tank. I expect this one to be the potential show stopper. There will be plenty of spots and action. It will probably out-do the MITB match, and will intentionally be that way since I expect the MITB to be scaled down so this one can shine. I expect something cold hearted and dastardly by Matt and thus he will be the WINNER.

JBL vs. Rey Mysterio for the Intercontinental Championship

Unless my research is bad, this is the first IC title match at Wrestlemania since X8 (18). Yep. Seven years. It is a dirty shame that they have shit on a once prestigious title. To make matters worse, I heavily dislike Rey Mysterio and wish that J BL would retired again. Lucky for us, one of those two could be less of a problem for me since there is an open announcing spot on Friday nights. WINNER; Rey Mysterio

World Heavyweight Championship (RAW title): Big Show vs. John Cena vs. Edge (champ)

Only one of these three has consistent wrestling ability. The other two are either too large (Show) or being made to be larger than any wants him to be (Cena). I get it. John Cena is the wonder child. They want him to be the next Hulk Hogan. News flash, this isn't 1987 anymore. People expect more from their wrestling stars than a little showmanship. John Cena is mostly attitude with little ability. That won't cut it. His act has gotten stale and he seems more worried about movies than wrestling. So, fuck him. He can lick some sweaty balls. Probably the Big Show's. I just can't see The Show winning this one. No chance in hell of it. Cena winning gives the kids something to scream about in excitement. He makes me want to hate children. It is not fair to them. Edge is the one I want to win, but I am not entirely confident in pulling the trigger on him as my winner. So, I have to get used to hating children. Winner: John Cena.

I hope you are happy, Mr. Cena. I will be disliking the world's children because they all seem to bow before them as their hero. How dare you misguide them! Shame on you! Lay down and lose already!

WWE Championship (Smackdown's Title): Triple H (champ) vs. Randy Orton

Orton has been on fire since well before the Royal Rumble. He deserves a legitimate title run in the near future. If it comes on Sunday night is up for debate. There was a time where Orton could have fell by the wayside and never been heard from in the main event again. He overcame that with tenacity and improved microphone work. The writers gave him a solid storyline and his own stable to get him over. It has been working like a charm. I love Triple H and know that he is capable of bringing it on any given night. He makes people look great in the ring. He will probably do so for Mr. Orton, although he won't need to put in as much effort as he would if it were Cena (cuz he sucks and all). Triple H doesn't need this win. He'll still sell t-shirts and action figures. Randy Orton's entire futures hinges upon him walking out of Wrestlemania as a star. That will be difficult if all that hard work is flushed down the booking toilet. The Age of Orton does arrive upon Randy's win. It dies upon his loss. I anticipate that his goons, Dibiase and Rhodes, will be removed from ringside, making it a one on one match until the McMahon family comes down to give the match a look. They will wait for the perfect moment and then one of them will strike with a furious vengeance. It will be merciless and and justified in the eyes of the offender. The three count will then be made with Randy Orton as the WINNER. Yep, you heard it here. I am on the train that sees a McMahon turn in this one. Probably by Vince. Remember when he was nearly killed with the falling set pieces? Sure you do. Many have forgotten, but it needs to be resolved. My guess is that Vince is placing blame on Steph, Shane, and Hunter, who all would gain a whole lot with Vince's demise.

Think about it.

Let's recap:

Jericho over the Legends with Rourke/Flair post match
Mae Young becomes Miss Wrestlemania
Christian wins Money in the Bank
Taker defeats Michaels and goes 17-0
Carlito and Primo defeat Miz and Morrison for the unified tag titles
Matt defeats Jeff in extreme rules
Mysterio defeats JBL for the IC title
Cena defeats Show and Edge for the World Heavyweight Title
Randy Orton defeats Triple H for the WWE Title with Vince's help

There you have it. Go ahead and post your predictions. I welcome some debate on my thoughts.

I am going to go drink some NyQuil and call it a night.

I love that giant Q

It's not as if the sun won't shine when the clouds above wash the blues away...

I hate waiting for medicine to kick in. Especially, the stuff that is supposed to make you sleepy. The worst part is that it doesn't usually kick in until you have already fallen asleep. So, because you are sleeping, your body metabolizes it at a slower rate, thus causing one to wake up groggy as hell. So, while I wait for this shit to do it's magic, I figured I could recap for you, another mundane week in my life.

Yippy Skippy with Banana Creme!

You know what sucks? Going to the Dentist. I don't even care what it is for, it still sucks. There is something incredibly uneasy about someone putting their hands in your mouth. I don't care if it is just the assistant or the dentist, I just get a little nervous when they move those instrument towards my mouth. I'd rather be stabbed in the hand with a fork. Even more so, it has to take a brave person (like my rock star friend, Mandy) to go to work every day and deal with people's mouths. If I did it, I would feel like a mother fucking lion tamer every time I went to work. I'd be waiting for that fucker to snap at me every time. Anyway, the real worst part about dental visits is that eventually you'll get the bill, even if you have insurance. Hell, if you need to get any real work done, the insurance coverage dries up quicker than a vagina in a retirement home.

Yeah, I said that.

Speaking of awesome things that aren't appropriate for the ears of children, I finally went out and saw “I Love You, Man”. The movie is by no means the funniest one I have ever seen, but it is well played. They nail the concept of a grown man trying to make friends. I related. It is hard to be out of school on your own and trying to make friends. It is awkward and unnatural. Paul Rudd brings that to life on screen. Also, there are some genuine truths about friendships that are brought to the screen as well. Add a little RUSH music on top of that, and you have a little movie treat worth nibbling on.

I am currently attempting to import some of my music CDs to iTunes and the iPod Touch. This took an interesting turn when my CD drive decided to be loud as shit. Seriously, what the hell? As long as it works, I suppose I will deal with it.


Went to a Gambler's hockey game tonight with my little bro and Stann. It was a good time. There was a record attendance at the Resch Center for a Sunday game. The best part was the fight less than a minute into the game. Also, there were dollar hot dogs and soda. I also had a pretzel with cheese. Mmmm. Delicious shit. The Gamblers also won. Which is great because they sucked more than Hoover last year. It was quite pathetic actually. This year is a major turn around.

I wonder if I should import my Wesley Willis album. “Rock and Roll McDonalds” is a classic.

Working overtime seems to get easier every week. Doing 5 hours a week isn't the worst considering that is just an extra hour or two a day. Every extra cent counts when I plan on losing every dime in Vegas. Those bright lights are going to take me for everything I am worth.

Hmm. A different CD seems to be making a difference with my CD drive. That is a relief. God damn, you Green Day and your Bullet in a Bible live CD wanting to blow up my laptop!

I preached all week at work about how great those Cadbury Mini Eggs were. You know the ones. They have the milk chocolate center surrounded by a candy shell. They are simply delicious and understated as an Easter time treat. They should be a year round treat. Well, I tried to find them at Target and Walgreens since they aren't really all that unpopular. They should have had the damn candies. Instead I had to sell my soul to Sam Walton to get a taste of chocolate ambrosia.

Okay, this medicine is starting to kick in a little bit. I should wrap things up before I go all “David at the Dentist”. No need for my hallucinations to become written word. So, here are some quick hits:

Ipod Touch applications are quite amusing.

I might be on a softball team up here in the Bay. Awesome. Now I can use my damn glove. Time to buy new game wear. It is a good thing I have the Mike Cameron shades already.

Some people at work looked at my ID badge picture, which is from September of 07 and said they thought I lost weight. I disagree. I generally just look pudgier in photographs.

When the hell will we be rid of snow all together?

Personal Day on Thursday! Time to trick Steve into seeing “12 Rounds” with me.

Just kidding, I couldn't do that to him. Instead we will watch “The Happening” on Blu Ray.

Speaking of Blu Ray, I was pleased to find my “Firefly” season set in my mailbox on Friday. Woot!

“Dollhouse” was very good on Friday. Give that show a chance.

There was some sort of craze over the DVD release of “Twilight”. Hmm. Nope. Never gonna see it. Now I understand how Sara B felt about “Spiderman”.

Holy shit, I just found some old school pictures from my very first digital camera. These are like 9 yrs old....

Hmm. I also found a document from the year 2000 that contains a trip log of our Valders High School music trip to the good state of Florida. Perhaps I will have to pull that thing out for a blog. Plenty of wonderful moments if I recall....

The story of the swim coach guy in Greenfield, the one with the brand new sex charges, makes me suspicious of all the so called “normal” people I have come across over the years.

Alright, night time.

A Neon Tiger

Yes, I did not do a little dance. Kind of like a victory dance, if you will. Nobody saw it, which is great. I am quite certain I looked rather ridiculous. It is okay though since it was for a damn good reason.

I just got a great deal at half.com on the blu-ray version of “Firefly: The Complete Series”. Oh, hold on a second. Many of you just asked yourself, “What the fuck is that?” I could humor you with a 5,000 word essay on the failed science fiction series, but I will stick to a brief summation. “Firefly” was a show Fox decided to cancel without even giving it a chance. Read about it here:

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Firefly_(TV_series)

After the show was axed, it picked up a cult following. I was among the many who didn't watch on Friday nights because it was, well, Friday. Rarely do people watch TV on Fridays. However, they do like to watch shit on DVD. That is where I first watched Firefly. Two episodes in, I was hooked.

Firefly was funny. It was insightful. There was drama, suspense, a great plot, and most importantly, character development. It should be noted that the dialogue was snappy as hell. As it should be since the show was created by Joss Whedon, the mastermind behind the best written dialogue in TV history. Basically, Firefly was about a rag tag group of smugglers for hire..... in space. It was in the future, when humanity is colonizing space. Essentially it had the feel of a western with a sash of Star Wars. Sounds crazy, but it worked. It was unlike anything ever aired on TV. “Was” being the keyword.

What was filmed and released on home video is some of the finest television episodes one can own. Now, I have it. For over half off. On Blu Ray. It will look amazing.

In case you were wondering, you can catch Firefly on Hulu.com.

Enough about that. None of you care anyway.

My AWBF, Mandy, came into Green Bay today. (AWBF stands for At Work Best Friend). Granted, she no longer works at Humana, nobody really has filled her shoes. They probably won't. Today I helped her with the introductory pages of her Psychology research paper. It needed to be in APA format and I had written a handful of papers in that format, so we utilized my limited experience. It also helps that there is a piece of paper in a purple frame that says I have a degree in the subject matter. Ha. That's funny. It has been nearly 4 years since I applied my damn studies towards anything.

Seeing Mandy was fun. It was just like old times at the office. Even better was that Mandy took a trip to Vegas last year, so she supplied me with some great intel. Good gosh was the information helpful. There is a casino that rounds people up off the street using dwarf street performers! And apparently they dress like a biker gang. I am not sure why, but this intrigues the shit out of me. In addition to that, I learned that one can get a large drink served up in a plastic receptacle shaped like a full sized guitar. Yeah, Jason, Amy, and Nate will find this to be helpful. That would be the ultimate drink for a true rock star.

I worked 13 hours of overtime the past two weeks. That money adds up and will definitely give me a little cash wad to blow in Vegas. Normally OT is an iffy experience, but since I am motivated to earn extra money, it is tolerable. It really does help to have purpose in one's job. In the extra hours I work, I am usually deciphering medical records. Sounds boring, right? Well, it isn't as bad as it could be.

Medical records often contain interesting bits. The often tell a story of who the person is. Okay, so maybe I just create a story in my head. One will come up with some interesting ideas when they read about someone having herpes of the eye. Yep, you heard that. And yes, I did immediately “go there” when I read that piece of information. However, I did not read anything about the doctor suggesting a good pair of goggles.

Random thoughts:

I watched “Dollhouse” last night. The show keeps getting better. You should check it out.

There isn't a better complimentary appetizer out there than the rolls with cinnamon butter at Texas Roadhouse.

I better not have to wake up to any more new snow on the ground. For god's sake, it is SPRING. Let's keep it that way.

The Badger game on Friday night was intense. As was Siena vs. Ohio State. Overtime NCAA tournament games are some of the best sporting events one can watch.

Okay, time to stay up too late playing The Show on ps3

Your note has been published. All alone smoking his last cigarette....

Sweet Holy fucking shit! 57 Degrees tomorrow! I can't believe that for one second. Wow! Straight up wow. I do not know what to say. I hope the forecast is correct for a change. It will be about 76 degrees in Vegas tomorrow. Not that I am checking in on the City of Sin or anything.

Did anybody else catch Tracy Morgan on Saturday Night Live this past weekend? The show was nothing remarkable except for Brian Fellow's Safari Planet as well as Astronaut Jones. Those are throwbacks to a time when SNL was funny nearly every week.

On Saturday I finally got around to seeing “Watchmen”. I had been reading the graphic novel so I could fully appreciate the movie. Well, I decided to not finish the novel before I saw the movie. The word was that the movie was fairly in sync with the book, so I figured I would like a surprise. Now, it must first be noted that I really liked what I read in the graphic novel. I am not one who regularly reads any kind of comic book, but after reading “Watchmen” I can see why some people are big fans of that particular type of media.

In case you never heard of it, let me give you a quick synopsis. “Watchmen” is based on a 1985 graphic novel by Alan Moore which takes place in an alternate universe in 1985. Richard Nixon just one his fifth term as President and we are amidst the cold war with Russia. The Russians are at war with Afghanistan and the leaders of the free world are watching it very closely. The threat of Nuclear war looms overhead as a set of retired masked avengers sits in waiting. Well, one of such characters, The Comedian (Jeffery Dean Morgan – you know him as Denny from Grey's Anatomy) is thrown from his high rise apartment by an unknown assailant. Add to that an assassination attempt on genius superhero Ozymandias (Matthew Goode) and the public humiliation of Dr. Manhattan (Billy Crudup), a glowing blue meta-human who has the ability to manipulate matter. This series of events has the masked paranoid sociopathic Rorschach (Jackie Earl Haley) on the trail for some answers. There is in fact a conspiracy at foot and it could lead to cataclysmic results.

So, my thoughts on the movie? Well, it was by no means as fantastic as “The Dark Knight”. However, it was still quite good. Reading the novel probably enhanced the experience for me, but that shouldn't mean that a random movie goer would not find themselves engaged in the movie. From the opening of the movie, where we were given exposition in the form of moving photographs, you could tell that “Watchmen” was going to be a living and breathing comic adaptation.

Zack Snyder, the director, really nailed it. He got the tone right. The characters seemed spot on with what I had been reading the past several weeks. Hell, he even did a great job sequencing together all of the various plots and flashbacks. This last detail is something I have heard a few people touch on. Apparently there were plenty of people who couldn't follow when in the time-line the events on screen actually took place. Quite frankly, I am a little baffled as to how they weren't able to piece things together. It was quite evident when they were doing a flashback. The average season 5 episode of “Lost” was more confusing in terms of time-lines. All you need to know is that there is a storyline in the present (1985 for the characters) and then there are flashbacks filling in details. Once you can grasp that simple concept, the movie should be no problem to follow.

In fact, it is the flashbacks that are some of the most satisfying scenes. Much like season one of “Lost”, the flashbacks in “Watchmen” are the keys to our characters' motivations and actions. They are masterfully woven into a tapestry of suspense, action, and doom. Snyder did a much better job with this one than he did with “300”. I thought that movie was a cluster fuck of insanity. “Watchmen” was organized insanity.

Yeah, I did say it was insanity. But that was a compliment. The story wasn't ever meant to be psychologically fulfilling. It was a grim look at how writer Alan Moore viewed the Cold War society. This story is by no means intended to be a fun adventure romp like “X-men” or “Spider-man”. It takes a realistic approach to the superhero story. What really would happen if someone got dressed up in a costume and fought crime? Well, these people aren't going to sleep well when they are done. Or hell, they never slept well, so to speak, in the first place. There are two ways of looking at it. Either these characters became broken due to their crime fighting or the reason they ever became vigilantes was because they were already broken. Regardless of the reason, when we finally catch up with this team, they are not the most noble group of heroes. Hell, its even arguable that they are heroes at all.

“Watchmen” is rated R. That is for good reason. The content dictates that much. It needed to be this way if it were ever to be an accurate depiction of the graphic novel. Some people were apparently not understanding that it was an R rated film. They were rounding up the kids or taking their spouse on to the local cinema to catch a popcorn flick. A popcorn flick isn't what they got. What they watched was gritty, intense, and dark. Did I mention very sexy at times? Yeah, that one caught people by surprise. There are reports that people left the theater, with or without children in tow, once the steamy sexy scene between two characters occurs. This is probably their own fault since they should know what they are paying to see. Also, Warner Bro. Probably could have made it a little more clear with their marketing that the movie wasn't for PG 13 crowd.

As I mentioned earlier, the movie is very dark. Some might even say twisted. There is some graphic violence. Blood is plentiful in many scenes. That should not deter you. It is there for a purpose, unlike any movie from the 80s. All the death and despair leads to a feeling of dread when you see this movie. I would have felt a little down because of this dread if we as a society weren't already feeling it. These are trying times. One wrong move in the economy and there could be an all out panic. Things could get real fucking ugly. When people's livelihood is on the line, they will do just about anything. If you see this film it'll get you thinking about who you want out their fighting for your well being.

I'll give this one an 8 out of 10. Or 4 and a half stars if you do it that way. Things weren't perfect, but there was a bit of something missing that “The Dark Knight” had. Granted it was a ensemble cast of characters, nobody came out and gave me chills. There are a couple great performances though. Jackie Earle Haley is just terrific at times as Rorschach. Not only did his unmasked persona reflect the book, but he delivers the lines how one imagines them while reading the book. There is a scene at the end of the movie that nearly did give me the chills, but the fact that his character is kind of a bastard kind of ruins the magnificent moment. Patrick Wilson, who plays the Night Owl, needs to be given some props as well. He brings forth the decency we all are looking for in these characters. In the mess of it all, he really does an admirable job portraying one of the true good guys. Go out and see this one while you can still appreciate it with the full theater experience.

Oops, I rambled a bit, didn't I? Well, who cares? You'll get over it. Time for some random thoughts:

Like my friend Tina, I think I am slowly becoming hooked on Monster Energy drink. The blue stuff, with less sugar.

Guess who is working a shit ton of overtime this week? Papa needs to support his gambling habit (in Vegas, not at the local casino). The fun part is that I am reading medical records. Yeah, it sure isn't the easiest thing in the world. Have you ever tried to read a doctor's chicken scratch? His is difficult as hell.

Hmm. Random texts at 1:00 am are not cool. One would assume there is a better time to reach me. And as a call if its really that important.

I am hooked on MLB: The Show 09. I could play for days on end if work would let me stay home.

The rumors are true. I did buy an iPod Touch. It is so beautiful. I can't wait to get acquainted with it. I am selling the iPod video for $50 or so if you need one. Comes with an armband I never used.

The second episode of “Castle” airs Monday night. The first was ok. Let's hope they make it get better.

Looks like next week of “Dollhouse” is going to be the episode that makes or breaks that series. It looks fucking awesome from what the preview showed.

Anybody else a fan of the whipped cream candy eggs? Also, do any of you feel the need to mail me some of the Cadburry chocolate eggs with the hard candy coating.

March Madness has arrived. I suppose I should get interested in order to participate in low level gambling.