Nighthawk

You know, when somebody dies, they can do pretty much whatever they want by claiming "He would have wanted it that way." I'd imagine half the roster dying would result in a period of silence, redistribution of talent and starting from scratch essentially, that is, dropping all feuds, title holders and storylines. Wrestling frequently behaves unprofessionally about these things, however.

Yes, he did, but the way they were using comic book motifs, he was clearly a good guy. He was the mentor, mentor's are a bit nutty all the time. Like Professor X. Or Yoda. And then he was a killer, which is bad.

But then, if your dad didn't want to feed and clothe you and give you money, he should have pulled out.

A good guy turning out to be a bad guy is a twist.

10-12, tonight.

My old man pitched some toys of mine. I was mad at the time, but I don't care anymore. I have too many. I have an entire closet at home (and it's a walk in closet) filled with boxes and boxes of toys. The only bad part is some of them have come to be worth a bit of money, but these were ones I opened and played with, so it's not as bad as it could be. The only one I really regret losing is my towel masked Cobra Commander.

Yeah. So far I've listened to Flatt and Scruggs, Bill Monroe, the Stanley Brothers, Ralph Stanley by himself, and Dock Boggs (who is fucking evil).

I want to listen to that again, now.

I remember. You're the greatest, man. Lazzy reminded me of myself at 15.

I like all his westerns, his other stuff doesn't do it for me a lot of the time.

But the guy that came back was an imposter, just to clarify.

But tanning's not healthy. It gives you cancer.

Somebody I always like watching even when the movie's shit: Crispin Glover. That Doors movie? Terrible. But all I had to hear was Crispin Glover as Andy Warhol and I'm watching the bitch. He also pushed part IV over the edge as my favorite Friday the 13th. R. Lee Ermey is another one. He made me like the TCM remake. When he and Glover were together in Willard, that was a dream team for me.

These tales of lechery have turned from sincerity to gasconade.

Further comments on my foray into hillbilly music: I'm absolutely floored by some of the skill I'm seeing. I'm listening to these guys called Eric Weissberg (did "Dueling Banjos" for Deliverance) and Marshall Brickman and I'm saying "How in the hell can they play that fast?" There's not a note out of place. There's so much energy in their playing it feels like it's going to break, and they maintain absolute clarity. It's crazy. These guys aren't actual backwoods hillbillies, so it's not raw and genuine like the blues comparisons I made earlier, but their proficiency at their instruments is amazing.

Fighting like a bitch at first will usually give you openings you can drive a truck through. If they land the first shot, fall to the floor and start twitching. As soon as they turn, smash them in the small of the back. Or put up your hands like you're going to box, but then kick them in the balls. Scream that you're a hemophiliac. That used to actually work before they did it on the Simpsons. If you do bleed, though, say "Oh no, I'm HIV positive."

I like "Stairway to Heaven" when you play it backwards.

Or stick it up your ass. Probably.

If you have no pride, you'll win more fights.

Signs is the dumbest movie, for a plethora of reasons. The part where he clutches the kid and keeps saying they're the same was the gayest thing I've ever seen. That's my main problem with his movies; people act like twats in them.

I'm pissed off that the ultimate edition Rambo dvds added a handful of new features and left off a ton of good stuff from the old special editions. I'm NOT buying both, fuckers.

I feel like cereal.

Isn't her name spelled with an i? Dumbasses.

It says true with a question mark.