“We just gonna fight! dont worry they ain’t gonna be guns or nothin!”

That was very reassuring.

Busta Rhymes ‘Touch It’ set at the BET awards. Em rockin the Proof chain. Gave me chills.

Serius Jones vs. Murda Mook.  Rounds 2 and 3 are contained in the page.  They pretty much both spit writtens (along with everyone else on Fight Klub), but it’s still entertaining.

Honda Accord Ad. It’s a giant Rube Goldberg (Goldberg! Goldberg! Goldberg! Spear! 1. 2. 3! The streak continues!) machine.

Here’s a screen capture of my desktop and a closer one of my google calendar. I trust my friends with my computer and this is what they do to repay me.

I was planning on adding to this post so here goes nothing.

Summer started and summer quarter started also.  It’s only three hours a week so it’s not a big deal at all.  I moved out with my brother into an apartment.  It’s swank.  Swank is a horrible slang word because it’s supposed to mean cool but it mostly sounds like spank as in spanking one out.  I’ve been cooking a lot more since, well, I’d probably die if i didn’t eat and I’m not about to go on some neo-raw diet.  Meat is on the menu all day every day.

We copped a DS Lite and Advance Wars: Dual Strike.  Addicting stuff.  Also on the videogame front, I bought Guitar Hero and Street Fighter Alpha Anthology.  Guitar Hero is good and is substantially more entertaining with friends around.  I played the Lost Planet demo for the 360.  I can see why there was so much E3 hype.

I was pulling for the Mavericks, but I’m not devastated by any means.  Sports outcomes this year will probably never get any more devastating than the Seahawks loss and I hardly want to mention the Huskies vs. Huskies heartbreaker because I feel a physical pain in my chest thinking about it.

Lowlight (as in opposite of highlight) of the summer: waiting for packages in the stairway.  Our buzzer hasn’t been set up yet, and I can’t see the road from any of our windows, so I had to wait the apartment’s stairway for my wireless card and Dan’s paintball mask on separate days.  The first one was supposed to come from 10:30-2:00, so I decided to wait at 12:00 and the guy came at 4:00.  The next day I figured he’d come earlier (I was guessing Monday was a busy day since packages pile up over the weekend), so I waited at 1:00 and figured I’d wait three hours at the most.  He came at 6:00.

Not cool, but it’s not like I was just twiddling my thumbs.  Regarding Ender’s Game, Junior says it’s good.  So I took his word for it and hit up Barnes and Noble.  Take my word for it: take Junior’s word for it.  It’s good.  I also watched some episodes of Scrubs and The Office. A day after the two package-days I decided to reward myself with some real excitement.  So I read Jurassic Park.  Then I watched Jurassic Park.  Trust me, words cannot describe the experience.

Crush vs. Doink. Crush beats the hell out of Doink through the majority of the match, then another Doink comes out and Crush-es a cast over the Hawaiian’s head. Then the twins stare at each other in awe and do a fantastic mirror act. Match over. The announcers try to sell it and debate whether what they saw was just an illusion. Really. Michael Cole goes to the audience for their opinion and asks a Japanese photographer his opinion of the situation, his reply is “Yokozuna!”

Razor Ramon vs. Bob Backlund. Oozing machismo the entire time, Razor beats the hell out of the seventy-two-year-old Bobby Back. At least he respects his elders and accepts the handshake before the match.

No he doesn’t. He’s a bad bad man.

Money Inc. vs. Mega Maniacs (Ted DiBiase & IRS vs. Hulk Hogan and a masked Brutus the Barber Beefcake). The Million Dollar Man hits the Barber with a solid gold suitcase while IRS distracts the referee. Bobby Heenan says, “You could call that move a Beefcase!” Fantastic

Hulk Hogan is interviewed about the main event, Bret Hart vs. Yokozuna. Hulk Hogan says something about testing the spirit of Hulkamania and issues a challenge to both, getting on that WWII tip, “I’ll wrestle the winner for the title, doesn’t matter if it’s Hitman or the Jap, brother!”

Giant Gonzales vs. the Undertaker. The good thing about watching these old WWF DVDs is that sometimes they’re from events long enough ago that I don’t know who the winner is and it’s the first time. But then I remembered the Undertaker’s undefeated Wrestlemania streak (greatest streak in sports) and the match was ruined. The announcers yell that Gonzales is eight feet tall at least every fifteen seconds. Then he chokes the Dead Man with a cloth soaked in ether. And Macho Man mispronounces chloroform a number of times.

Bret Hart vs. Yokozuna. Worst ending ever. Yokozuna beats Bret Hart and Hogan beats Yokozuna two minutes after in an impromptu match. That’s not right. I remember I had the WWF the Magazine issue with recaps of this PPV. I was too young to understand the value of captions so I was confused seeing Hogan with the belt when it was clearly a match between Yokozuna and Bret Hart. I’m still confused as to why this was legal.

That ending isn’t fit for any sport. It’d be like the Mavs beating the Heat by throwing salt in their eyes at the end of game 7 and the refs not knowing, then the Spurs coming out and Shaq giving the thumbs up for the Spurs to play for the championship in a two minute sudden death. And the Mavs trying to throw salt in the Spurs eyes but they end up blinding their own teammates because Duncan and company duck and dodge the salt, except Ginobili who flops. Then the Spurs run the floor and the championship changes hands. Yah, that’s what it’d be like.