I just got back from NY, Baltimore and DC. A quick recap:
- In NY, I visited my brother in Brooklyn. NY is alright, but it’s too goddamn big. It takes too long to get anywhere. Still, it has Chinatown Fair, which is the second-greatest arcade I’ve ever been to. Nice atmosphere, cheap games, good selection, great competition. I also got to visit the ballpark in Coney Island. Nice place. It’s kind of a cross between Fenway and Dodger Stadium, albeit exponentially smaller than either of them.
- In Baltimore, I went to Otakon, which is a convention for nerds like myself. It’s essentially a celebration of all things eastern Asia, particularly anime. Oddly enough, I barely watched any anime at all while there, and instead fed myself on a steady diet of Hong Kong, Japanese, Chinese, Phillipino, Korean and Thai live-action cinema. I also played a fuckton of videogames in the game room. I kicked ass, too. I dominated in P-Stone and KOF 99, and didn’t fare too badly in Super Smash, Mario Kart and Project Justice. The most significant thing to come out of it was an increased self-image. I saw a ton of pathetic nerds around me, and since I’m an elitist asshole, I had a pretty good feeling I was the coolest white guy within a 500 foot radius. I was surprised, however, at the presence of more than four attractive women at the preceedings. A turbo-hot Chun Li led the pack, with a delicious Felicia, an above-average Tifa and a few cute Rikkus rounding it out. Of course, the majority were short and fat or sickly thin and rabbit-faced (I know, I’m an asshole), but the hottie quotient was higher than I expected. The bad? I caught a cold from some disgusting nerd, probably from the game room. Shitheads.
- In DC, I went to Summerslam. Now, I’ll watch wrestling if Dom has it on, but I’m not gonna go out of my way to catch it. I refer to myself as a wrestling historian. I’m not terribly crazy about the product nowadays, nor am I a huge fan of the WWE over the past 6-8 years (there have been flashes of greatness, though, I will admit). I’m a guy who worshipped the early 90s of WWF and the late 90s of WCW. That all being said, if someone has tickets, I’ll go to a wrestling event. So when my buddy Marcantonio got me tickets to Summerslam, I wouldn’t say no. How was the show? I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t disappointed. On that same token, the things I wanted to see had no chance of happening. Jericho didn’t win the title and Bret didn’t come back. Oh well. The matches were great, particularly Eddie/Rey and Jericho/Cena, and the atmosphere was electric all night.
Other shit happening:
- You might have noticed that I’ve performed a slightly Stalinistic purge on some of my posts. I’ve decided to remove traces of depressing personal moping to not only make this site more “mainstream” (because I’m getting, like, 28,000 hits a day), but to generally lighten the mood. Y’all come here to hear me complain about Pedro Martinez, diet soda, ugly people and fantasy baseball, not my attempts to get sympathy for shit y’all don’t care about.
- Because I’m going to be back in a position where I’m sitting at a desk all day bored shitless, expect this to be updated regularly again. I have a lot of fun with this when I have shit to say, so when I have too much free time, I’m gonna make use of it.
- Yeah… the Brawlers July review probably isn’t happening. They’re all the same anyway, so just read June’s and pretend it’s July. August’ll probably come on time. What’s happened? Sex in the Pujol dropped the ball big time, falling from a potential runaway first-place team to 4th place, with a very easy shot to fall to 6th. I have a 12.5 game hold on first, with a series against the 2nd place Commies this week, so expect that lead to expand, if not just stay the same.
- The comic will probably wait until September. I don’t want to build it up, because it’ll suck anyway, but don’t hold your breath for it.
- Remember when I said that when MGS3, Family Guy and Episode III came out, I’d have nothing to live for? Well, MGS4 is on it’s way. Hooray beer!
