Jingus

Nah, vaguely agnostic with occasional backslides into my Christian upbringing during difficult times.

I've been doing live commentary on matches where referees did this. You're far from alone on this one, Tod.

Angle and RVD had at least two or three singles matches during Invasion, I remember that specifically because Kurt got busted open hardway by Rob's kicks in both their first two matches, and Kurt said something in a media interview about how he was kinda pissed about it.

Backstory for question: in the past four months, I've had one casual friend land on his head during a match and become half paralyzed, my mentor had a stroke and also became half-paralyzed, my mom slipped & fell and shattered her entire right forearm, and one of my closest friends found dead from still-unknown causes. And today, I saw a dog get run over and run away screaming looking like it was a Fangoria cover pic. So, my question is, why does God hate me so much that he's mutilating every living thing that I know, love, or even see?

Now THAT'S funny.

But... is it a GAY penguin rookery?!

Along the same line of reasoning, shouldn't GLAAD bitch about convicts getting conjugal visits, since that might reduce the amount of assraping in prisons?

Richord Pryor: Live on Sunset Strip: 9/10 Anyone who says that Dave Chappelle is the new Pryor is doing poor Richard a great disservice. (And I like Dave.) I mean, for chrissake, Pryor makes his drug addiction and the infamous explosion into hilarious bits in his act. How much cooler (and more agonizingly truthful) can a man get? Full Tilt Boogie: 3/10 A superficial documentary about the making of From Dusk Til Dawn that's great at capturing the whirlwind of confusion that surrounds day-to-day life on a film production, but doesn't really tell you anything else about how movies are made or what the people involved are really like. It's amazing that a movie that keeps the cameras focused on guys like Clooney and Tarantino on the set can be so boring, but somehow it is.

It's a horrible stereotype, I know, but like a lot of stereotypes it's one with a grain of truth in it. In general, more liberals end up as teachers, and more conservatives become businessmen. (It is kind of a chicken-or-egg argument, too; does one's beliefs influence one's career, or vice-versa?)

The only thing that mankind can do to the earth that mother nature doesn't do on a regular basis would be (like I said) a massive dose of radiation from worldwide nuclear holocaust... and even the effects from THAT would wear off faster than those from a big meteor strike. Humanity is a danger to nothing but itself. The planet and the environment will still be chugging along for eons after we're all gone.

Bret Hart and Sting never had a decent match together. Don't know why, as Sting was still having watchable bouts with other people at that point, but Bret just never got anything out of him. I second the nod for Angle and HHH, they just never clicked, their matches were below par for both men. RVD vs. Austin, Angle, Rock, HHH, or damn near any other main eventer. Shit, Rob had better matches with Undertaker than most of the other top guys. Piper vs. damn near anyone. Roddy worked a weird brawling hybrid style, but few people knew how to react to it or have a really good match with him, especially once he got older and slower. HHH vs. Kane: they've wrestled a billion times thru the years, and it just never works.

Here's a better question: Why do any of you care who it is? This is a private matter between private people. If I've ever seen a better example of "none of our business" I can't think of one.

Mike pretty much refuted what needed refuting. But C-Bacon, let me leave you with this: I don't like George W. Bush. I think he is one of the worst public speakers & diplomats we've had for a President in this century, I violently disagree with most of his social policies, I didn't vote for him either time, and I wish we had a different president in general. But removing Saddam Hussein from power and instituting a democracy in his place is a good thing.

Fuck you up and down all day & all night to hell and back until you bleed from every orifice. (I've actually said that out loud to someone, except replacing "you" with "it".)

Exactamundo. I want my own copy of Jack Evans vs. Christopher Daniels, dammit!

I try to be the voice of logical moderation in CE, since I hate both conservatives and liberals with an equal passion, but sometimes it's just a lost cause. Yall really should at least lurk in there though, just to catch the occasional bit of gold from Mike or especially INXS.

No. Fucking Jesus with a strap-on, YES.

How the hell did I turn from a certified genius honor student into a mostly unemployed mooching waste of potential that occasionally works a wrestling show? (And don't answer "women", "drugs", or "wrestling", all of those are too easy.) If it weren't for that pesky several-hour drive, I'd actually consider travelling down & joining Inc and IDRM just to see what you krazy kooks are like in real life.

Oh! Oh! Do me next!

You don't fuck with sistaz. My mom used to tell me horror stories about life in public school in the days right after the schools were integrated, where if a white girl somehow pissed off a black one, the white girl would look like she'd been fucking scalped after that fight took place. African-american females somehow carry the best genetic material used for pulling all the hair out of another human's head. On the one hand, shooting up your school is bad. On the other, at least this asshole and the authorities involved had an appreciation for the classics. The only serious fight I ever heard about in my high school (wealthy Southern neighborhood) went like this: one student stabbed another one in the parking lot... in front of about 200 parents since he decided to attack just when school was let out.

I still read comics sometimes, usually whatever Alan Moore or Neil Gaiman have put out recently plus stuff like the neat run of Daredevil over the past couple years. But let me say this right here and right now: if Gwen Stacey is ever brought back to life, then I will never pick up a comic book again.

Anyone know where the screenplay can be found?

Speaking of "I'm so hot" songs: why is it that in each and every one of Missy Elliot's singles that are played on the radio are ALL about how hot she supposedly is? It seems like this wildebeast can't get thru a single song without blathering about how she's the best female rapper and has the best pussy in the world.

Oh wow, what a stinging retort from Game there. A real man would respond to a dis by walking onstage during one of his nemesis's performance and knock him the fuck out. (Has that ever really happened? And I'm not talking about shooting defenseless musicians onstage, I mean just walking up and punching 'em.)

I fucking love that movie. In terms of action, it's the best thing John Woo's ever done. Spirited Away: 5/10 Well... there's just not much to talk about with this movie. It's beautifully drawn, sure. A lot of imagination and work obviously went into it. But... uh... what's it about? A lack of real villains hurt it in my opinion; everyone who seems dark turns out to have a heart of gold, and even the "evil witch" is more haughty than wicked. This one didn't feel nearly as satisfying as Princess Mononoke. Project A: 7/10 Jackie Chan directs/performs some of the best fight scenes and stunts in the world. That being said, a lot of people tend to overlook the GODAWFUL acting and dialgoue in the rest of the movie, even by kung-fu standards. Thankfully, this one mostly avoids those pitfalls by keeping the action going at a blistering pace and has some genuinely funny one-liners. (One question: why are the plots of Asian action movies always so damn complicated? I can explain to most people who did what to who and why in Mission Impossible, but I'm STILL trying to figure out what the hell was going on in parts of this movie.) Memento: 9/10 This movie fucking rules. Guy Pearce is the most underrated actor working today, Carrie Anne Moss is just fine whenever she's not in sci-fi crap, and Joe Pantoliano almost made fucking Ready to Rumble watchable at times, so it's no surprise that the three of them turned loose in a great movie like this produces some kickass results. The plot does have a few massive holes in it that become obvious once you've seen it enough times, but still, this is the best movie about "amnesia" that I've ever seen. Lost Highway: 10/10 I'm not sure how to express my feelings about this movie. Lemme say that if you liked Mulholland Drive, Wild at Heart, or Twin Peaks, you'll probably enjoy this too, as it's definitely a card-carrying member of David Lynch's Weird Movies. But some parts of it hit me SO hard in ways that are very personal to my own life experiences, so I doubt my ability to write a fair and objective review. Let's just say I strongly recommend it... and please don't even try to figure out what the hell is going on. I've been trying for years, and no theory ever works.