Post X-mas

Viva King Kong! oh wait.. I guess that's a bit ill-fated.

So things have been a bit rough and tumble in the princedom these days. The patriarch's resources coming up a bit short has left me with a much larger burden than expected. But mostly it's all the non-material emotional bullshit that's the heaviest.

I got my ass handed to me at the wrestling tournament but I will be wrestling much more soon and will be apart of the inaugural UTA wrestling team. Now If I could just resist the urge to go and spend ridiculous amounts of money on getting me and my friends drunk, I might actually be able to repeat some prior success.

I've been regulated to dial-up internet service.

My first and last christmas present was a punch in the stomach from my best friend, in the front lawn of my parents house at 4 or 5 o'clock in the morning.

I wish I was back in Corpus Christi...why'd I leave? oh that's right, I'm supposed to be trying to forget.

This is all a pretty bit bottom-heavy. I'm happy to be wrestling again. I'm happy to be the same super-cool dude I've always been.

I've got two thing in life, my family and my friends and I dont break either of those for nobody.

After years of waiting...

Well it looks like it's going to happen after all. I'll be wrestling a gain this saturday.

It's kind of hard to believe after 6 years I'll be competing in the ring again. I've got to cut weight though.

It's already starting to put me in a strange but familiar state of mind. I'm not sure if it's because of the match coming up or the strenuous conditions I'm putting my body through. Only taking in about 1200 calories a day and I spend my b-day weekend working out about 3-5 hours a day. I woke up this morning at 5 to go run at the gym.

I wish I could explain the way I feel... but it makes sense. Since friday, I've started to feel more detached then I normally do. Less and less a person who inhabits a place with similar people running around.

I dont have any delusions of grandeur. I've been out of the game a long time and havent had partners my size to workout with. But I am somewhat in shape thanks to the past few months of hard work.

I've never had to cut weight before. But I think I can do it.

It still hasn't sunk in that I'll be wrestling in less than a week.

I'm thankful because I've got a lot of people behind me.

I also might be boxing in the Golden Gloves tournament in February. My dad was 2nd in the state at Golden Gloves, we'll see how I do. In the meantime I've got a lot of work ahead of me.

Black-Eyed Journalism

Two More articles in the Tarrant County College paper:

here:

http://www.tccd.edu/collegian/articles101905/wrestlershead.html

and here:

http://www.tccd.edu/collegian/articles101905/ptkspeaker.html

and it looks like this week I get the back cover page.

I attribute my journalism success to the unconventional interview techniques I employ. It's amazing, the information you'll get out of someone when you show up with your clothes completely soaked in sweat, a black eye, red-swollen knuckles that can barely grip a pen and a big, toothy grin.

You bet your balls it's Neil Diamond

Why is Japanese Pro Wrestling so much cooler than US pro wrestling?

is it possible to be a lover without being a fighter?

I had half convinced myself I had no business being a fighter and yet here I go again. I busted out my old gi (the thick one that makes you sweat alot) and tried out a new fight-school. I went back and forth throughout the day whether to go or not. Then when I got home from work and received some bad news, I knew that the only thing that would do me any good was some good old fashioned ass-whoopin.

That's how you know you love something if when you do it nothing else matters. The walls could be crashing in on you and you wouldn't notice. For 2 hours I get to dance in the rain.

Some rhymes I wrote in my head at work:

I roll a C-R-V I dont tip in a lac
and I dont wear a chain 'cause Kermit's got my back.


That's the idea of it. The flow I had in my head earlier sounded a lot better but I cant remember it well. But I just thought it would be funny to be rappin with my plush Kermit the Frog (with velcro hands) hanging on my neck the way I used to walk around when I was a kid.

Reach out and touch faith.

Thanks to my comrade Kozhev for the War of the Worlds toon link.

I've never been much of a dater. In fact a couple of years ago I proudly claimed "I dont date." With my former theory being that you just go around making friends and one-day poof one of those cool friends turns into your girlfriend. Well that happened..kinda. And now while not all hope is lost with this special friend. It will be awhile before we can be together again, if at all. But the problem is I hold my good friends very close to my heart and once this friend became more than she, enveloped me. I would and did do anything for her. And in the end that meant making sure she got out of town safely. It took a long time to heal from this seperation and I'm still healing. So I've been passive/aggresively dating.

..and it appears I'm running the gamut of dating. The "old friend let's go out and feel this dating thing out" date (only worked when I was drunk) - The "I just met you at a bar let's go out" date (not even when I was drunk) - And now coming soon The "hooked-up by a friend blind date" (phone conversation went well, we shall see) She's older than me by 3 years. This is the first older woman I've dated since high school. Well let's be honest only the 4th or 5th woman I've dated period, since high school. But still the last girl I was "with" was 3 years younger than me and that's probably a good reason why we had such a hard time.


Paintball, arrggh!! I love it! Come play with me sometime. It's my landlocked surfing. I like to play here: Outdoor Adventures on Saturday Nights from 7:00p.m. - 3:00a.m.

I got a cameraphone:


I got some great pics of my coworker: "Dirty White-Chocolate Jesus" playing flow-rack frogger 5 stories up in the sky

I'll be posting some pics soon.

War of the Cakes.

So far so good on the training tip.

I saw War of the Worlds this ID4 (hah! get it?). Loved it. Go see it. Repeat: Go See It!! I'm a spielberg fan through and through. From fucking Jaws chomping through shit to the AI aliens, the whole bit. AI in all it's overblown grandeur nailed it as far as I'm concerned. Minority Report is a helluva lot better than you remember. I guarantee.

War of the Worlds is fucking gut-wrenching, nail-biting tension. I've never been so tense in a movie for so long. I was along for the ride and running for my life. All this to say, it needs to be seen in theaters. This is a theater movie if ever there was one. Go see it.


The day before I saw Layer Cake. It was great. Daniel Craig is great and apparently doing well for himself from rumors of the next bond to having a big role in the next spielberg movie. The guy's charming as hell and fun to watch. Personally, I'll take Matthew Vaughn's realistic smart characters over Guy Ritchie's quirky cartoon-like crooks, any day. Not to mention it's nice to be free of Ritchie's stereotypical black characters bugging this shit out of my conscience.

Look out for the apparently random beating in the middle of the movie. It was one of the more intense beatings I've seen in a while that churned my stomach. Fun british-crook movie all the way through the twisty-turvy ending. Oh and also the assassination scene: my gosh, so cool.

both feet off the merry-go-round

Well if you'll excuse me, I'm going to go on an overnight drunk and in 4 and a half months I'm going to set out for the sport that took my knee and destroy it.

I like me.

In an email to a friend:

"I really like books. A good meaty book goes a long way with me. Even short-stories are hard for me to get into. Sun Also Rises is my favorite, hands down. I read it about every-other year and fall in love with it every time. This is why I can understand the attraction of poetry without necessarily feeling it myself: I can't tell you why I like Sun Also Rises. I just do. It's not the most well-written. It's not the most compelling. There's just something about it, you know? That's what I appreciate about poetry it's allusions to and attempts at grasping for something that cant necessarily be put directly into words."

I like googling: friends.

That's my friend Jon....athan lying to a bunch of people he doesnt know.

Man I love the Ninja Turtles...

"The greater danger for most of us is not that our aim is too high and we miss it, but that it is too low and we reach it." - Michelangelo

The Y.

Haunted by dreams of the past. Tortured by realities of the future.

I had a good time catching up with my friend Sarah, saturday night. It'd been a long time. It's nice to know some things never change.

Man I'd sure like to hear that new Kings of Convenience CD. All I have is one of their remix albums. Am I a true fan?

I should be asleep by now. I go to work and sweat. I go to wrestling practice and sweat. I go to sleep and sweat. She's still cold as ice. And I'm so hot...

Rolling Stones' Exile on Main Street never gets old.

My hands are starting to look like the way I imagined they'd look when I got old. Knuckles are scarred. Lines in my palm are deeper and more pronounced. I've got man hands. They used to be soft.

I've fought and won. I've loved and lost.

The following quote is from a Pitchfork Media review of the rerelease of DJ Shadow's Endtroducing:

"And he also knows how it feels to be in that bin, like all of us on the way to our own graves, where we'll be trapped with all the other goners-- hoping someone will see something a little different and special in us, that might pull us out of the pile." -Chris Dahlen, June 10, 2005

I wish I had a wrestling partner my size.

saving lives..

This news that Sigur Ros' is bypassing there Dallas stop on their tour like the do most of the time. Reminds me, when I saved my friend Derik's life. Well some might say.. There was this weird thing of people inexplicably passing out at Sigur Ros' concerts. I was hanging with a good size group of friends till it seemed like one by one they all slowly withdrew into their places throughout the crowd. I backed away to get a better view of the band and ran into my friend Derik and his girlfriend Mae. They eventually wandered a little bit ahead of me. I noticed Derik kind of swaying then Mae had this really scared look on her face. So I ran up there and caught Derik just as he was falling out. I carried him to the nearest exit and he regained consciousness. Derik claimed he was unusually sober that day only having had 2 beers much earlier in the afternoon. Then Mae went around telling everybody that I saved his life. That was strange, since I hadn't. Quite frankly I was more interested in finding out the details of Derik's passing out as I had read of this strange phenomena occuring at Sigur Ros' concerts, previously.

Sandbar.

I miss the beach...more than you can imagine. I'm getting dark in my arms from time spent in the sun at work and play. But my torso is pale (somewhat). It's a weak shield for my burdened heart. I left something out there in the dunes and the neverending waves.

I worked out the ending of Tussle a little bit more. Took away the big stunt for a smaller one. Check it out. Lemme know what you think.

My membership at the UTA gym has expired, I'm considering working out at Metroflex. A wrestling buddy of mine works out there who is training to be a body builder. He wondered if I wanted to come and work out with him. My only hesitation is that this is a hardcore bodybuilding gym. There'll be plenty of meatheads and steroids. Ronnie Coleman one of the most successful bodybuilders in history works out there. But I'll probably be the strongest I've ever been if I do. I've yet to decide.

It seems like friday night was the night to get drunk. Many have reported of debauchery on high levels that night. I know I was drunker than I have been a long time.

Nostalgia surges.

...fresh from battle.

Well due to weather and lack of willing participants, I didn't play paintball this weekend. So to still my battlelust I just finished launching a full-on assault on my mom by flinging left-over paintballs at her while she was cooking my dad's lunch. Then I cleaned up the floor so she wouldn't smack me.

If you're a Grand Prairie resident you can check out the GP section of the Dallas Morning News, sunday edition to see an article on my team and a team picture.

Friday night was our end of season pool-party, I was presented with a nice color team-picture signed by all the kids...and a wet crotch from the kids shooting me with water-guns repeatedly in my bathing suit area. I was not however wearing a bathing suit.

Here's a picture of me in the background, about to puke from the excitement:

Is it in yet?

The state tournament was this past weekend and marked the end of the freestyle/greco wrestling season. So my tues & thurs evenings shall be freed up for more working out. And my saturdays for being lazy or something.

Things are looking up for next season. I found 3 more coaches for the program I may or may not head up in the fall. It came by a chance reunion with a guy who wrestled for my school after I graduated. He just happened to be looking to put together a team for mansfield along with two other former Martin wrestlers. So it looks like a possible total of 5-6 Martin Warrior wrestlers will be bringing wrestling to mansfield.

In other news I'll be using my newly reacquired weekend time to step production up on Tussle part 1.

I'm also getting back into my old hobby of paintball. I got together a few Black-Eyed Pea people to go and we had a blast. I would like to soon start a 3 or 5 man team. Anyone interested? please email me.

So my force-powers must have been working overtime yesterday as our attempt at the first showing was sold out. We came to a later showing where I ran into the former wrestler. The new Star Wars movie is great better than episodes 1&2. Not perfect but lovely and intriguing. I must say though Hitchicker's Guide to the Galaxy's planet factory was more awe-inspiring than anything the New Star War's movies had to offer visually.

David's beautiful nostalgic trip must be noted and viewed here.

So I just gotta start figuring out how to fit school in here somewhere and everything will be on the up and up.

I'm really excited about my reentry to the world of wrestling. The coach at South Grand Prarie High School has already said he want's me to work with his new heavyweight. I also might be working out with the UTD club team. Apparently they have some heavyweights. The knee may or may not continue to be an issue so we'll just have to wait and see.

For those readers out there this should mark the beginning of more frequent entries.

rumble

No the blog's not dead... the movie's not dead..I'm just very bust for the next couple of weeks.

Mon Wed and Fri I work 11 hours workout for about one then sleep.

Tues and Thurs work 11 hours then wrestling practice for about 3 hours then sleep.

Most of Saturday is taken up by a tournament. Then a healthy night of drinking for old times sake and a bit of a hibernation on Sunday...

goodnight more later...

Spreading The Faith.

"Sometimes in one's walk one will find oneself unable to keep the faith therefore one has no other choice than to spread it."

-Me

I started a new schedule at the warehouse I work at. M-F 6:00a.m.-5:00p.m. Being a wrestler has it's advantages as my boss's love for the sport is surpassed only by his size. So I got a cushy schedule but am expected to perform with all the hardwork that is expected of wrestlers. I was also expected to make an appearance at a wrestling tournament last saturday. As of today I can confidently say I have held up my end of the bargain. It started thursday after a rough day at work I showed up at South Grand Prarie High School the "other Warriors" that were in my region but not my Alma Mater (Arlington Martin), with expectation to merely help a few young kids get ready for the tourney. I get informed that they need people to help move mats for the tournaments. Wresling mats are big and heavy. I dont know how heavy but, they generally cost around 10,000 bucks, brand new to give you an idea of what kind of product this is. 4 hours later (mind you after my 11 hour workday), the mats are set up and I cant walk. FF: Next morning still cant walk without causing concern to anyone who sees me. Saturday sit down keep score of little kids throwing each other around (Tons of Fun, no sarcasm) for half the day, load mats another 4 hours.


...details. I run into my old teammate, Matt Harrison also a coach for the kids I'm working with; the Grizzlies. Matt Harrison was our 112 superstar my first and 2nd year of wrestling. I inherited his position as captain and fan favorite of the '98 Martin Warriors. We talked about how much we missed the sport and the fun we had together. The more mats we moved the more we talked about how we should have our own team. After soaking my shirt with sweat our old coach showed up. I pulled him aside and told him how I caught the bug. How my first kids demo going off, was like winning my first tournament all over again. He said he'd be back in the area for good in June and we'd all have a sit down.

So for now I will be spending my tuesday and thursday evenings with the Grizzlies. I will be making my transition from mere acolyte to disciple. The Grizzlies are merely a training ground probably until my mentor is back in town. Then I'll be following his directions but the plans are as of now with my boss to start a Mansfield program in a year or two that will eventually force wrestling into the high schools there.

So for now here are my colors: