I saw where at Suncoast, FYE, and Saturday Matinee stores you can buy one TNA Dvd and get one free. It ends on March 14, so if you are interested you need to hurry.
The info was on TNA's website.
Saturday, March 10, 2007
TNA buy one get one free DVD sale
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Little snippet of therapy today
Had a client today talk about how people around her are getting on her nerves, and as we talked more about it, I urged her to be like a UFC competitor. I described nerve locks & holds, then discussed how UFC athletes have to do particular exercises to toughen the muscles around those nerves so that shit don't hurt as bad. This led to a discussion of a variety of therapy exercises that would work for this person's particular complaints.
It's sessions like that which make me love my job.
(Speaking of therapy ... hey Will, hit me up and let me know if you have any cartoons in your DVD collection that have some character holding up a heavy amount of objects, struggling to keep their ass from falling into a pitchfork or a shovel of hot coals while a character is getting ready to drop a feather on the pile. I'm thinking a Tom & Jerry, a Bugs Bunny cartoon [I seem to recall a psuedo Red Riding Hood cartoon like this], something like that. I wanna use it for my group program.)
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Thursday, March 08, 2007
The Comic Pull Power Rankings
Reading this week's comic stash, so you don't have to. Assume spoilers.
Superman/Batman #32 - Wow, I still get this? It's been so long since a new issue came out. And a bad sign of an issue is if you have to go back to the issue before it to remember where the story was going. Me, I had to go back two or three issues deep; maybe I'm just not in the mode to be feeling this story arc - where aliens of the DC Universe are being controlled by a collective mindset - but it gets a big "eh" from me. Nice little bit at the end where several aliens cameo, but too few. If we're talking "all" the aliens, that's enough to fill the Hall of Justice. The art looks like smears of feces on toilet paper; someone get that man an anatomy book, stat. 2 count.
Iron Man: Director of SHIELD #15 - Civil War's in the books, and Tony Stark has taken the reins of SHIELD. Kinda nice direction they're going with this new role for Stark in the book. Iron Man's always been about insane mech dynamics, and so far they've been doing well with this. The spy elements and the sci-fi stuff blends really well. Two gripes, though: An awkward "Office Space" reference is thrown in for no good reason, and ... c'mon. The ending? "He is ... an enigma?" I can solve that: It's China, it's a major villain, it's the fucking Mandarin; I'd wager that against me biting my own dick off if it isn't, if it weren't for the off chance that, one, I don't know enough Iron Man history to have anyone else in mind that it could be, and two, I happen to like my dick ("That's what she said" ... ZING!). 2 1/2 count.
Civil War: Frontline #11 - What would you do if you were reading a mystery, toodling along, loo-loo-loo, but near the end, the printer switched the penultimate chapter with the final. You'd scratch your head pretty hard through those last 20 pages. That's what Frontline has felt like. Proving that there are no new ideas in comics, Frontline has basically served as "52"-lite, in the comparison between "Civil War" and "Infinite Crisis." This final issue wraps up some loose ends, giving an explanation for why the Civil War occurred, but if serious journalists made the speculations that Ben Urich and his unmemorable sidekick make in the denouement of this tail, they'd be bumped down to Weekly World News status. Yep ... not even the Enquirer. 2 1/2 count.
Mighty Avengers #1 - Everyone's an Avenger. Whoopedy. Even me, with my super-strong tongue muscle? Yep, even me. I remember back when being an Avenger was something to be proud of. Now, if a new hero joins the Avengers, it just means that it's, like, Tuesday or something. I'm going 1 count on this one, 'cause Bendis has had three chances to remix the Avengers, and he ain't got it right yet. But Marvel keeps letting him try, 'cause if it ain't broke, well, keep on fucking with it then and see what happens. (That sounds like a conversation I had at home yesterday.) No wait, I'll give it a 2 count, 'cause Frank Cho's art is pretty.
Brave & Bold #1 - Mother fucker. If Superman/Batman is approximately World's Finest redux, then this book comes out, add another round of Defenders and you've basically got my comics buying habit from the '80s covered. Well, there'd also have to be a Sgt. Rock and House of Mystery on the horizon but, hell, we've got a "War" and a "Crisis" so it's all retro again. Anywhich, this first issue teams Batman w/ Green Lantern, and I swear, this is complete and total nostalgia for me. The story, the pacing, the subplots ... everything that the old B&B had in spades; only thing missing is a Nemesis back-up feature. Can't wait to see what kooky team-ups this thing can pull off, and under the competent direction of Mark Waid, it has only up to go from here. 2 3/4 count, handicapped for nostalgia.
New Universal #4 - Really, what's with the use of actors as direct facial references in comics this week? You got James Gandolfini in "Punisher," and Yaphet Kotto in "Iron Man." And here's New Universal, by the remarkable Warren Ellis, starring Kevin fucking Smith. What, there aren't any other fat bearded fuckheads that would have made better references? Ah, but that's a minor gripe ... this is shaping up to be a nice tidy little story by the current reigning king of nice tidy stories. 2 1/2 count.
Civil War: The Initiative #1 - 1 count. Basically a catalog of comics that are coming out, getting revamped, masquerading as a meaningful chapter of the Civil War series. Omega Flight looks decent, but it'll peak at its 25 issue, then start the bullet train toward cancellation.
Marvel Zombies vs. Army of Darkness #1 - Best part of this? "Issue 1 ... of 5." Ho yeah. Continuing the Marvel Zombie storyline, this is actually a prequel ... yep, Ash & some Necronomicon fun play a part in the formation of the Marvel Zombieverse. It's just the first issue ... there's four more to go. Wicked. 3 count.
Justice League of America #6 - Will and I had a conversation about this title last weekend. It's just too ... there, like watching your favorite heroes on their day off, only to find out that they just go to the grocery store, wash the dog, and occasionally scratch their asses & smell their fingers quizzically. Nothing is really too attention grabbing. The shit with Solomon Grundy, the ersatz philosophical meanderings taking up too much of what coulda been a decent storyline. Why's Grundy beating the shit out of Red Tornado? I just read the thing and I couldn't tell you. The finishing move - Tornado summons a wind that severs Grundy's body in half - is played up too heavily for a villain who dies and comes back over and over, ad nauseum. 2 count.
Punisher #45 - I had almost written this book off, but this latest story arc, where widows of mob bosses gang up to take on the Punisher for murdering their husbands, ratchets its way back to solid Ennis territory. I am getting more impressed with the "War Journal" title, 'cause I totally buy Frank Castle as an eliminator of costumed villains, but the MAX series is finally (only 45 issues in) coming into its own. 2 1/2 count.
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Tuesday, March 06, 2007
Bad News Brown, dead @ 63
Here's hoping he's hitting some angel with a Ghetto Blaster enziguiri.
I'm gonna pop his double countout ass-whooping of a half-black, half-white Roddy Piper in the DVD player to sleep by tonight.
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FYI
Got the interview I mentioned before via e-mail. Back home during race weekend.
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Monday, March 05, 2007
Ron Artest still not in prison ... however ...
Sacramento Kings forward Ron Artest was arrested Monday after a woman called 911 from his home saying she had been assaulted. [more]
Bwa-ha-ha. And heh, heh, aherm. Well, good to see some things can always be counted on. How's that punchline to the joke go? "Because I'm a snake?"
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[Wrestling] Four Horsemen 2-DVD set due April 10, 2007
"You know what the good thing about being a Horseman is? When somebody yells, 'Hey, champ!' we all turn around."
It's a little light on the matches side of things, but here's what's listed on Highspots, the online retail wrestling store:
- Arn Anderson & Tully Blanchard & Ric Flair vs. Pez Whatley & Italian Stallion & Rocky King 6/22/85
-Ric Flair vs. Ricky Morton cage match from Charlotte on 7/5/86
-Dusty Rhodes vs. Tully Blanchard First Blood match Starrcade 86
-Four Horseman vs. Dusty Rhodes & Steve Williams & Lex Luger & Nikita Koloff & Paul Ellering 7/16/88 in a War Games match
-Arn Anderson & Tully Blanchard vs. Sting & Nikita Koloff 7/16/88
-Arn Anderson & Tully Blanchard vs. Barry Windham & Lex Luger 3/27/88 Clash of Champions
-Arn Anderson vs. Ric Flair 9/17/95 Fall Brawl
There's certainly better stuff that could have been on there, but not too shabby. Coulda been better, coulda been worse, and there's a healthy smidgen of Horsemen stuff already covered in the Flair and Pillman sets, as well as pieces sprinkled on other sets ("Bloodbath" features the Andersons vs. the Rock and Roll Express, the Road Warriors set features a tag title match against Anderson & Blanchard, etc.).
I'm sure the rest of the story will be made up for by interviews with the available Horsemen gang (including Windham & Blanchard). Shame there's still no go on the original War Games, and the Nikita face turn looks to be wholly absent (will probably be covered in the interview section).
Wal-Mart has a tendency to crank out extra disc editions of some WWF home releases, so I'm keeping my eyes open for news of that. And this just might not be the whole match listing, either.
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Pointless update
I've been quiet for most of the week (well, everyone has, but that's okay) because I have a new baby that needs lots of attention.
You didn't think I meant a kid, did you?
To answer Nate, I did know about the nekkid pics of Alexis Laree, but I assumed they were common knowledge, so I didn't mention them. I didn't find them particularly interesting. Trish Stratus, though...I'd kill each and every one of you to see her naked. Well, not kill, but maim.
Finally: Crackdown - X360. Fucking awesome. It's like the Tick, if he used guns.
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Saturday, March 03, 2007
For fans of Monday Night Raw
Were you aware that there are legit nekkid pics of Mickie James (nee Alexis Laree) out there?
The more you know ...
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Thursday, March 01, 2007
Went on the main site
I don't know if I've noticed that before, but I have to say that black & white banner with the electricity spike under the "Science Gone Mad" part ... I want that for the next banner for March.
What, it's March 1st? Damn, need to crank out a new bg motif ... I know what part of my weekend will consist of ...
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Wednesday, February 28, 2007
Quotes to Live By
This one comes in the form of a joke, actually.
A tourist in Mexico goes into a restaurant and has a seat. After scanning the menu, he asks the waiter, "Excuse me, waiter, what are ... coh-jones?"
"Ah, senor," says the waiter, "the cajones ... 'cah-ho-ness' ... those are the, how you say, the bull balls?"
"'Bull balls?'" The tourist replies.
"Si. Here in Mexico, we have the bullfights. And when the bullfighter defeats the bull, it is tradition to not let the parts of the bull go to waste. We use the skin, the horns, the meat ... everything becomes something. And we take the cajones, we cook them with a little seasoning, we make the most delicious meal in Mexican cuisine."
"Well, hell," says the tourist, "I want to try that out."
So the waiter brings out a plate of two or the most massive, bulbous globes of meat, served with garnish and smelling incredible. The tourist digs in, and he's blown away by how awesome the dish tastes. It's so good, in fact, that he has to restrain himself from licking the plate.
That night, the tourist is obsessed; that meal was incredible. He stays awake all night, waiting for the time when the restaurant will open and he can try another helping.
The next morning, the tourist bounds into the restaurant, where he sees his waiter from the day before. "Waiter," he says, "I'd like to order another plate of cojones."
The waiter obliges, "Si, si, senor, it was delicious, was it not? Another plate coming up!"
The waiter brings out the plate, only this time the dish is a paltry meal, with two pebble shaped pieces of gristle sitting on a bed of lettuce."
"Waiter," the tourist asks, "Why were the cojones yesterday so big, and today they are really small?"
"Well, senor," the waiter responds, "Sometimes the bull, he win."
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Sunday, February 25, 2007
[NBA] DET 95 - CHI 93
There was a magnificent sequence in the first quarter that only hinted at the snug defensive display that the game ended up being.
Tayshaun Prince is still more underrated by the league than I think the announcers want to accept. But I am warming up to Webber, 'cause he finally seems to be stepping up his game since coming to Detroit (popping the game winning clutch shot to stave off OT didn't hurt either).
The announcers let slip that Rasheed Wallace has 50 technicals, which gets a question mark AND an exclamation point. Okay, he's got 50 T's, why does Detroit still let him get a check with six zeroes?
One thing I was afraid of, listening to the Detroit fans boo their once-golden child Big Ben, was that the Detroit team would pussy up on him, being that they're all buddy-buddy (like Barkley did with Jordan that year that Phoenix shoulda won the title), but that wasn't the case.
I wish I gave two shits more about CLE/MIA, but Dwayne Wade's injured, making Miami a one-man team again (and I one thing I hate as much as one-man teams are two-man teams, for just that reason ... looking at you, Kobe-Shaq Lakers, Iverson-Webbber 76ers, Jordan-Pippen Bulls). And LeBron keeps seeming to me like the most flaccid hyped player in NBA history. Well, Shawn Kemp. Oh, and Len Bias, but I guess he had a reason for his flaccidity ... well, rigidity, if you wanna be technical.
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I think I might consolidate some label links over there on the right. Just bunch some stuff together, not remove anything. Like, put "Movies" and "TV" into one spot ("Movies & TV" sounds good). "Sports" and "The Wrestling" are good to stay seperate, I do believe. "Books" and "Comics" could probably go together, as well.
Anyway, I might do that, unless anyone objects. If so, let me know.
Kirk out.
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Quotes to live by
"There's a thin line between being excited, and gay." - Finesse Mitchell
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Saturday, February 24, 2007
Don't know if you guys saw the latest TOS dispatch
The mayor put up a state of the union address, leading some to question: How does one define "tons of folks?"
Keep us updated!
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Holy shit
If you thought Wikipedia was bad...
check out Conservapedia. From homeschooled kids who decided that Wikipedia's librul bius was just too much...
You know what, I don't even have the energy. Fuck these knuckledragging, mouthbreathing, Republican-voting, anti-intellectual hydroencephalic superstars.
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Friday, February 23, 2007
Wednesday, February 21, 2007
I wrote a letter to Game Informer Magazine
Not being able to sleep is a bitch. That being said, let's get on with it.
*Note: Definitely read issue 167 (issue with Darth Vader on the cover), or much of this stuff won't make much sense. It's some pretty doggone fine reporting, for two pages.
To: deargi@gameinformer.com
Re: Regarding "A Continuing Controversy"
I just got my copy of issue 167, and rather than go on about the whole "banning games vs. freedom of speech" debate (which I'm sure you'll get quite enough of), I'm compelled to commend you guys on a superbly impartial bit of reporting there.
It's refreshing to read that article, especially in these days of internet "journalism" (i.e. the days of "uber," "leet," and "woot," whatever the hell those things mean) and kneejerk partisan pandering on issues. Danny Ledonne's Columbine tragedy-based game spent probably twenty seconds, if that, on the drawing board before someone must have said to themselves, "Oh crap, this'll get us some notice." Positive, negative, both - who knows? But I'm convinced if he's intelligent enough to program a videogame, he's smart enough to see at least that far into the future.
And independent production of entertainment hasn't been as fun as it used to be, here lately. The "Hounddog" controversy at the Sundance Film Festival1 - Slamdance's distant cousin - probably did more to hurt this game than the content. From the article, I'm left with a sense that, following all of the "Hounddog" press, Peter Baxter saw fit to pull the Columbine tragedy RPG to avoid exactly what they couldn't afford. However, for Ledonne, that was perhaps a case of unexpected bad timing; kinda like making fun of your friend's Uncle Angus with the limp, only to find out after the joke that Uncle Angus died a few days ago with tuberculosis.
I read the cover again, after reading the article. "INDIE GAME DEVELOPMENT FINDS A CHAMPION" - but I was left with a feeling of who the "champion" was supposed to be. Leddone? Slamdance? Baxter? But I read the article several times, because I was impressed with the report of the facts and the quotes from the parties involved, and I was especially impressed with the fact that there were no clear answers after the article.2 And that's how I think reporting should be. And again I send kudos for you guys taking a neutral stance in what must no doubt have been a hard line to tow, being a staff of perhaps some of the hardest of hardcore gamers. Good job.
[name]
[city, state]
1"Hounddog" is a film that premiered at the Sundance Film Festival, which featured 12yo Dakota Fanning in a scene where her character is raped. Imagine how the press treated that ... now, do that same exercise again and try to avoid any judgments reeking of pedophilia ... much harder the second time around, eh? And I want to go on record as saying that I'm enamored with the British Proper way of spelling it "paedophilia."
2I'm a dumbass, because the cover title actually alludes to a story about Gamecock, an independent game developer which garners a four page article ... and a piece of reporting that is just as good. The cover even refers to the Gamecock story, upon closer inspection ... it just looked like the "INDIE GAME ..." reference and the story it referred to might have been two completely unrelated topics. But I didn't catch that until after I sent my email. Lesson is: Reading for comprehension is fun & profitable! "The More You Know ..."
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Tuesday, February 20, 2007
On Britney's Hair
When I was an undergraduate....
we had the head of Eastman Chemical's public relations department come to talk to my PR Principles class. He was our PRSSA sponsor and was a pretty ok guy. The only thing I remember about his speech was his line that "It isn't about column inches. If I wanted column inches I would dust Green Acres with an inch of potash every morning."
Britney Spears's publicist has a different philosophy.
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As I fight the flu....
I feel led to drop a random thoughts-style update
I joined an elite club this week. I now belong to the group of professors who have been hit on by their students. This overture came from a former student via a social-networking website. She initially wanted to talk history over coffee (no problem there) but the ante kept being upped with a phone number (her's, not mine) and an invitation for the weekend. Only when I dropped a slick reference to my beautiful girlfriend did the truth come out. I think she feels about 3 feet tall.
Children of Men is a badass movie. I think that apocalyptic movies are a sign of discontent in society. Look at the 1970s. You have the aftermath turbulent 1960s, Vietnam, the crisis of Watergate, and a growing environmental alarmism. As a result, you get Charlton Heston's end-of-the-world trilogy (Planet of the Apes, Soylent Green, and Omega Man). The optimism of the 1980s and 1990s have now been replaced in the post-9/11, Iraq war-influenced world.
Finger Eleven is probably the next in a long line of crappy rock bands. They could easily be the heir to Nickleback's shitty, no-talent product and all of its entitlements (i.e. endless radio airplay). Finger Eleven's new song Paralyzer, however, is pretty good.
Its been a terrible season for SGM's officially-endorsed English football team West Ham United. With 11 games to go they are in the drop-zone 5 points from safety. They have more talent than a lot of larger clubs, but can't play well together. It is a comedy of errors.
The Daytona 500 would be much cooler if all of the cars crossed the finish line on their roofs and on fire.
My video game playing has declined to almost zero. I started a new manager mode on FIFA 07 with a British League Two team. I have wanted to rent either the Marvel of DC games, but have yet to. If y'all can recommend one over the other, hit me up in the comments section (since I can't go back to work until Friday).
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