So I'm screwing around on Facebook. I see my old classmate Pat is grilling. My old friend Chris "Villain" Coville has just arrived. My old classmate Donna says she's "chillin." Thus, if I could put them all together, they'd be grillin' and chillin' with Villain. You may hate me now.
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In a further attempt to reconcile my many lives, I've now started tracking down the guys I used to work with in SCW and Omega. No good can possibly come from this meshing of so many different aspects of my life.
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Thanks to Tessa Rawlinson for the first new blonde joke I've heard in maybe 15 years: "What did one blonde's leg say to the other?" "Nothing. They never met." (It'd new to me, anyway)
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This just in fron the Republican National Committee: "What do you mean, we're racists? Some of our best friends are black!"
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So the Lone Ranger and Tonto pull in to this dusty old trail town and the Ranger wants to get a beer at the saloon. They pull their horses up and hitch them to the post, and immediately a huge cloud of flies starts harassing the horses, making them skittish and irritable. So Tonto says, "We have an old trick to solve this problem. I'll just stay out here and jog in circles around the horses, and that will keep the flies away." The Ranger says "Are you sure? I'd hate for you to miss out on a nice cold brew." Tonto says "Don't worry about it, Kemosabe. You can bring me one and I'll drink it while I jog." Thinking what a great friend he has, Ranger says "All right" and heads for the bar as Tonto starts his jog around the horses.
About a minute later, as Ranger's waiting for the beers, a guy comes in the saloon and hollers "Hey, whose horses are these out here at the hitching post?" The Ranger says "They belong to me and my faithful companion Tonto. Why, is something wrong?"
And the guy says, "No, your horses are fine...but you left your Injun running."
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I have a lot of reasons for regretting some of the things I've done over the years, but right now my biggest regret is how many people's names I've forgotten, making it impossible to find them via Facebook etc. I suspect, however, that this regret pales in comparison to the self-abuse that the guys from FAQ started heaping upon themselves when the internet started growing...have fun googling THAT band name. (Although I guess "John Henry" is probably not the most granular search, either)
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In spite of all appearances to the contrary, I'm not actually going through life everyday feeling sorry for myself and being depressed. It just reads that way sometimes. There are a lot of things I want to do and a lot of changes I want to make and a lot of moving and shaking I want to do, but I'm not quite ready for the razorblade-of-the-month club yet.
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I'm waiting for the first emo on American Idol so when they lose the vote they can cut themselves.
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If we could get any combination of Brent, Chris, Paul, and Dustin + Christian, Dan, Matt, and Dave into one band, they could be called FourThought (if you don't get it, don't worry about it).
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As I'm engaged on this odd crusade to embarrass myself by bringing everyone who ever insulted me behind my back into one place, it dawns on me that I've been fortunate enough to be an integral part of not one but two different unique breeding grounds for talent - the Kalamazoo music scene in the late 80's and early 90's, and the OMEGA/SCW wrestling scene in the late '90s. Now that I'm starting to tag people from both groups in social networks, I'm wondering how long it will be until I find out someone from one knows someone from the other.
In a bit of very weird serendipity, I'm reminded of a festival of some kind that took place at McCamley Place/Kellogg arena in 1988. On one side was a couple of guys I was in a band with, working with their old band in a 'Battle of the Bands.' At the same time, in another part of the mall/plaza/park, there was a martial arts/kickboxing exhibition. One of the participants in that exhibition was a fella named Rob Szakowski, who later became Rob Van Dam of ECW/WWF/E fame, who I've also met and hung out and partied with. Thus, long before I'd met a lot of the people I have since met from both groups that made up such a major part of my life...they'd already come within an ace of touching anyway, and I was there. Funny how that kind of thing works.
My old social networks are slowly regathering. Maybe I'll get lucky and someone will need about a quarter-million worth of web design, since it seems like half or more of my friends have either become rock stars, wrestling stars, both (see: Jeff Hardy), or have become ridiculously successful in other endeavors.
Hey, cool, just heard from CW. First time I've talked to him in a long while. And now I know where Toad is, so I can re-make that connection. Fun, fun, fun.
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That's enuffa my jibbajabba for one day. Later.