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  Thursday, June 28, 2007
Ride Closed

Bummed, originally uploaded by m/a/z/e & Molliwogg.


Wednesday, June 27, 2007
If it bleeds, it leads...

If you follow this blog with any regularity, you'll know I'm a wrestling fan; I've watched wrestling since I was around 12 or 13. The thing about wrestling though is it comes and goes in waves, sometimes the product is spot-on, other times it falls flat. For me personally, it's been in a slump the last few years and as such, I haven't really watched it recently. I still follow it on the internet with a near obsessive regularity, and recently ordered WWE 24/7 On Demand from my cable provider, but as far as the current product, I'm just not digging it right now.

I will say this though, despite - or perhaps because of - the low points of professional wrestling, it is what I believe to be the last true performance art remaining. Sure you could go down to the local art house and pay good money to watch someone smear feces on themselves and call it art, but I'll take a flaming baseball bat wrapped in barbed wire any day.

In case you've missed every media outlet known to man, professional wrestler Chris Benoit apparently murdered his wife and son over the weekend before killing himself.

Pretty fucked up thing to do.

To be honest the first thing that came to my mind when I heard the news was the pair of family killers in Oregon a few years back - a couple guys on a God trip killed thier familes for whatever reason. Of course the first thing that came to every one else's mind was steroids.

Sometimes I think the media prays for these kinds of events to happen. Let's face it, wrestling is a cash cow - they've gotten their share of money from me in the past - and dead wrestlers sell papers; dead wrestlers who kill their families first even more so.

So here we are in day three of the scandal, all the familiar topics have been hashed and rehashed - wrestlers are nothing but ticking time bombs of roid rage, Vince McMahon is the Anti-Christ, the list of wrestlers who died before 45, and the old stand-by, it's all just fake anyway.

I'm in no way going to defend Chris Benoit - he was a terrific wrestler, but it takes a real prick to kill your wife and child, that's beyond inexcusable - but why is it wrestling's fault? Did anyone blame the football for O.J.? I don't see anyone blaming the police for the sick fuck who executed his pregnant lover. Where were the scathing condemnations of the military when Timothy McVeigh decided it was good idea to blow up that building in Oklahoma City? But anytime a wrestler dies, or does something wrong - in this case evil - it's wrestling's fault.

If you listen to the media, it wasn't Chris Benoit that killed his family, it was wrestling. Or to be more specific, wrestling made Chris Benoit take steroids, which made him kill his family; forget that none of this has been verified yet, it's wrestling's fault.

Apparently every person in every other profession has freedom of choice except for professional wrestlers.

As if.

The only person who knows why Chris Benoit did what he did is Chris Benoit. Maybe it would be a better - although far less profitable for the media - idea to look at the bigger picture...Why is there an epidemic of familial murder taking place in America? You've got cops killing their lovers, crazy mothers in Texas offing their children, etc., etc.

Is Vince McMahon responsible for their deaths too?


Monday, June 25, 2007
Dean & The Weenies



If you listen to this at work, it may be a good idea to wear headphones.


Saturday, June 23, 2007
Night at the Roxbury - Peter Criss Style



All you need to do is turn the sound off and play What is Love? instead.


Tuesday, June 19, 2007
Eight Years & Counting...

Love, Lego Style, originally uploaded by m/a/z/e & Molliwogg.


Wednesday, June 13, 2007
Breakfast Tacos



Saw this on Slashfood - along with a link to to the original 10 Minute Cooking School for the infinitely yummy Puerco Pibil on What Geeks Eat. Rodriguez is one of my favorite directors, and his "cooking schools" are pretty freaking cool.

And remember kids, not knowing how to cook is like not knowing how to fuck.


Tuesday, June 12, 2007
Express Yourself

Express Yourself, originally uploaded by m/a/z/e & Molliwogg.


Friday, June 08, 2007
Top Ten Comics - #1 Sam Kinison



Sam Kinison is the fucking man.

Repeat it after me...

Sam Kinison is the fucking man.

Well, he was anyway until his death in 1992.

It blows me away that it's been 15 years since Kinison's death. Children born the day he died are teenagers now. That's a scary thought.

An even scarier thought is the legions of people out there who have never heard of Sam Kinison - whether they were too young when he was around, or born after the fact. I'm not going to waste a lot of words here rehashing Kinison's career; you have the internet, start searching. Check YouTube, go down to your public library and check out Brother Sam by Bill Kinison, search Amazon for a copy of Why Did We Laugh?

Then you will understand.

As an aside, I came across a 2004 list of the Top 100 Stand-Up Comedians of All-Time as decided by Comedy Central. Most of the comics on my personal top ten are on it - with the glaring exception of Mitch Hedberg....bastards!

Also, the new season of Last Comic Standing debuts sometime next week on NBC.

And, finally, here's a small sampling of my runners up...

Runners Up: Paula Poundstone, Jake Johannsen, Ann Coulter, Richard Lewis, Bill Maher, Andy Kaufman (Who would have came in second overall, but he always claimed to be a song and dance man rather than a comic, so I figure I'll honor that), Steve Martin (First comedy album I owned was Wild & Crazy Guy - still have it.), Bobcat Goldthwaite...this list could theoretically go on forever.

Anyway what I thought would be a fun little list I would blast out in ten days has taken be forever to complete...I now return you to your unoriginal programming.


Tuesday, June 05, 2007
Top Ten Comics - #2 Mitch Hedberg



Along with Molliwogg, John, and Jenn, I saw Mitch Hedberg in some comedy club in Seattle I've long since forgotten the name of. It's funny, I love stand-up comedy, I just hate comedy clubs. Sure, they're the most intimate setting to see a comic, but every one that I've been to has the same cattle-call, cram-'em-in, two drink minimum mentality that annoys the shit out of me. Give me a mid-sized theater any day.

But it was a chance to see Hedberg - turns out, my only chance - so it was worth it.

A couple years before that I caught a Comedy Central half-hour special on Hedberg and was hooked. Alternately, a couple of years after that performance, Mitch died.

The funny thing about Mitch Hedberg is that you either loved him, or just didn't get it. I look at some of the comments on YouTube and there doesn't seem to be any in-between.


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