Filed under: Uncategorized | Tags: Bekki, Blogging, books, Comedy, Comic, Humor, Life, Love, Musings, People, People Kill Me, reading, Satire, The World, What's wrong with people, Writing
Not in the literal sense, but you know what I mean.
Posers, ostentatious attention-grabbers, judgmental idiots, insecure people who bash others because it makes them feel good about themselves.
It’s a load of hoopla.
Sometimes I feel as if Bekki and I are the only two people out there who stick true to their morals and think on their own, straying from the mainstream likes and liking what we like. It’s not being ‘unique,’ it’s being ‘us.’
(NOTE: Allow me to feel free to take this moment and disclose the obvious fact that I’m the luckiest guy in the world to be bestowed by Bekki’s divine and celestial presence.)
However, I know there’s a lot more people out there who stick to what they like and ignore what everybody else seems to be all over. It’s just that the majority of people in America these days would rather delve into what’s in mainstream because a lot of conversations drift into pop culture, and if you aren’t ‘in,’ then you’re ‘out.’
But who am I to say ‘people in America these days’? The seventeen years I’ve experienced thus far on earth are hardly enough to muster any kind of experience, but still yet I’m offering you up a plateful of observations.
My generalization of People in general may irk you, but you will have to get over that. It’s not a grouping whatsoever. It’s just that the people who don’t stand up for what they really believe in drive me crazy, but the few out there that do are exemplary and deserve much needed respect for it.
Reading isn’t as popular as it should be among teens in America, especially teenage guys. However, as I’ve mentioned various times, I’m 17-years-old, and I read myriadly. I don’t fit the mold of the cliched reader, either. I don’t wear glasses or contacts. I’m an avid watcher/observer of sports. I’m six-foot-three (6′3). I’m into playing sports. I lift weights two to three times a week. I write all the time. I never play video games. I think mainstream rap sucks. I think metal sucks. I think emo music sucks. I think country music sucks. I like to act like a smart ass, but at the end of the day I’m always joking and have a steer-clear outlook on life.
Thanks to Hollywood affecting people’s minds a little too much, if I randomly met you in a chatroom and told you I was 17-years-old and read, you would probably think that I was some kind of ‘nerd.’ And not to go off on an unnecessary tangent, but the word ‘nerd’ is thrown around too much in today’s world. Not to quote Clarence Carter too much, but let me ask you something: what’s more nerdier? Reading a book or playing video games? Scrolling your eyes across pages full of words or being transfixed by thousands of pixels on a television screen as you mash buttons on a controller while you sit in your mom’s basement eating Doritos?
I don’t know, but even then I threw out a huge cliche about gamers living in their mother’s basement. I know that’s not the case, and a lot of gamers are in their 30s or mature. But if you would have noticed, or read closely, you would know that I’m mocking every single person out there who goes against a cliche by making one of their own, a paradox in which is not a paradox because it bears no truth.
Everybody’s problems these days, it’s crazy. Not sure if it’s caused by the chemicals in today’s food or if it’s because of what people see in pop culture whether it’s from television shows or movies. No matter how you split it, the problems augment. New disorders pop up. Pretty soon everybody in the United States of freakin’ America is going to have a disorder.
Except two people.
Bekki and I.
Of course, we may be crazy enough as it is (asides from the fact that we call each other crazy and insane all the time).
Lazy people kill her. People in general kill me.
Maybe there should be a new disorder launched pretty soon known as the D4PD — Disdain For People Disorder.
Just maybe.
Filed under: General | Tags: Celebrities, Dwayne Johnson, Hollywood, Movies, The Rock, World Wrestling Entertainment, WWE
The Rock is a household name. Or was. The pseudonym was the cognomen of the — self-dubbed — most electrifying man in sports entertainment, one of my heroes when I used to be a wrestling-watching kid, Dwayne Johnson.
If it wasn’t for this man, the World Wrestling Entertainment may have not won its battle against the World Championship Wrestling the way it did. The Rock practically single handedly won the competition for the WWE. He, simply put, or in his words, ‘without a shadow of a doubt,’ put fans’ “candy asses” into their seats.
The phrase, “Do you smell what The Rock is cookin’?” became a household phrase.
People tuned into Monday Night RAW to watch The Rock, to watch him deliver flawless promos with Michael Cole or new ESPN anchor, former WWE personality, Jonathan Coachman. Not to mention see him land the “Rock Bottom” on a wrestler like Triple H, then deliver the ‘most electrifying move in sports entertainment,’ the “People’s Elbow.”
“The trail blazing, eyebrow raising, jabroni beating, pie eating, heart stopping, elbow dropping People’s Champ. . . The Great One.”
Garnering much success from the mainstream media along the way, The Rock was vied for by movie directors to star in movies. Not only for publicity, but to stretch him to his full talents that would help the said movies in the box office.
Apparently, it worked. He’s starred in several movies since first starring in the Scorpion King, too. Among the movies he’s starred in are The Rundown, Be Cool, Walking Tall, Doom, Gridiron Gang, Get Smart, and much more than I am unable to think of at the moment.
An angle in 2003 saw The Rock act as a heel (bad guy), coming into the business as if he was above all and everyone else, with the movie star/Hollywood gimmick. He even was gift-wrapped a new theme song and titantron video. He sang songs making fun of the city of Sacramento, one about Cleveland called “Cleveland sucks,” and several others. It was inordinately entertaining. The gig lasted a couple of months before he bolted, following a scheduled storyline that featured a loss to Goldberg in April 2003’s pay-per-view Backlash.
He’s left the WWE for good. His last match came at Wrestlemania XX in 2004. He’s made a couple of appearances since, but nothing big. I don’t think he’s made a live television appearance in years, but I could be wrong considering that I haven’t even regularly watched wrestling in the same said amount of years.
The real question here is, did Dwayne “The Rock” Johnson sell the WWE out? Considering all that he was in the WWE, all that Vince McMahon made him, the 7-titles he constructed, how he jobbed to superstars like Kurt Angle at No Mercy 2001 and Brock Lesnar at Summerslam 2002, not to mention the two times he lost to Stone Cold Steve Austin at Wrestlemanias (1999, 2001) to help build Stone Cold in storylines, did he push the company over the hill after he’s made a brand name for himself in Hollywood?
The Rock left the WWE in a timely, understanding manner. I say this because he proved all he could prove in the business, as in his character had already done every single thing a wrestler could do (don’t argue this with something silly). Not to mention he was in great shape and isn’t going to sustain wrestling-related injuries later in his life the way Triple H is or the way Stone Cold Steven Austin has.
Say you’re in the WWE for years. You have loved it. You have loved every single second of it. However, Hollywood steps in and offers you loads of money to star in movies, a lot more money than what you have made in the WWE — do you jump?
A load of fans say they wouldn’t have left for Hollywood, but that’s too easy to say when you aren’t in the situation yourself. With the money flying over your face and the promise to become a star, why WOULDN’T you take it? Sure, you love the business, but what else is there to be done? Why put your body in more harm? Wrestling is fake, but you have to execute the moves well or you’re going to terrorize your body over time.
I’m a perennial sportswriter. Some people call sportswriting an art, others call it a craft. I call it neither. I call it a way to distribute your thoughts about sports as a whole in a frame that nobody else can properly do it. It’s like painting a picture, and you hope it becomes the greatest looking piece of work that you can make it. All sportswriting is different (unless you’re a kook vying to be an android). If somebody promised me a star role in a movie in Hollywood, I can’t say I WOULDN’T take it, because it’s there, and why not take the chance to act anyway? And what would be the problem if the star role was as some sportswriter in some movie? That’s not going to happen, but ask yourself what you would do if it came down to it? Money isn’t everything, but the premise of acting and getting cash in that set of sequences isn’t a bad thing at all.
The Rock was a household name in the WWE, so it’s understandable for fans to be bitter at the guy who they thought was the “People’s Champ,” but you have to move on and let the man do his thing in Hollywood, still acknowledging the great achievements he comprised in the wrestling business.
