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Sunday, July 29, 2007
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OK ... it's late ... I'm tired ... this just came into my head so I'm publishing it.

AN ODE TO MY CAT, CALVIN

There once was a cat in my house
Who wouldn't even capture a mouse
He liked to be clean
To his sister he was mean
And he always favoured my spouse

roflmao!!! :D

((love you Calvin ;) ))



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BTW ...

between blogs here ... just a tired delayed reaction but ...

Weren't the writers of Moulin Rouge geniuses? I mean, the Elephant Love Song Medley? YAAAAAAAAAAAAAY! :D <3

Posted at 05:40 am by SARcasm
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More of my wrestling project

check a few posts down for the start of this.

Unfortunately for the Von Erichs, tragedy did not end with David's death. Next it was Mike, who died in 1987 at the age of 23.[1] The fifth son of the Von Erichs, Mike had never wanted to wrestle. He was essentially pushed into the business upon David's death. Never a great wrestler to begin with, and quite sickly, Mike's brand new and already-floundering career took a turn for the even worse following surgery on an injured shoulder following a match in Israel. Hitting a fever of 107 four days after the surgery, Mike went into toxic shock, resulting in brain damage and harming his career even more. Slurred speech followed, further impairing his abilities to issue a strong promo (interview), not helped by a growing substance abuse problem. His dependence on alcohol resulted in rages, particularly one incident where he was accused of assaulting an emergency room physician. [2]

            The tragedies didn't end there for Mike Von Erich though … a car accident in 1986 caused even more damage. Reports of Mike bragging about his exploits with underage girls abounded, and it was less than surprising when he was arrested on charges of drug possession and DUI. Days later, at the age of 23, Mike Von Erich had died of an intentional overdose of Placidyl, a tranquilizer on April 12, 1987.[3]



[1] Brad Dykens, Online World of Wrestling, 29 July 2007, <http://onlineworldofwrestling.com/profiles/index.html> (29 July 2007), Mike Von Erich Profile.

[2] Various Editors, Wikipedia, 6 July 2007 < http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mike_Von_Erich> (29 July 2007), Mike Von Erich Wiki.

[3] Ibid.


Posted at 05:29 am by SARcasm
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So-o-o ...

I'm going to post another excerpt from my wrestling project at 5:30 - but right now I wanted to take a breather, let you guys take a breather (I've been writing about some intense stuff, and the Von Erichs are not much lighter this early in the morning, let me tell you!) ... Meanwhile though, if you still want to check out some of my writing, there's always the FileFactory at the side, and http://geocities.com/shorty_sar/writing.html, right? :)

ALSO! One thing I've mentioned over in my sidebar but haven't properly plugged here yet - probably the easiest way of checking out what I do online, if you're not checking in here, is to check out my pro wrestling blog at http://prowrestling.blogdrive.com - I'm a bit irregular with it, as you can see (my latest post is from last Saturday, right before the Great American Bash pay per view ... haven't even put up the results or my thoughts on Raw or SD yet! ... will get to that SOMETIME in the next few days when I can stand to look at a computer screen again ... actually better yet maybe I'll put something up between posts letting people know why, between helping Ari with his project and this, I haven't been able to keep up this week.

Anyway ... this has really inspired me to keep up the blogging, and I'm hoping I will do a better job of it, both there and here. So check it out. :)

*AND HEY!!! WHILE WE'RE AT IT ... DON'T FORGET I COULD STILL ALWAYS USE SOME SPONSORS, RIGHT? RIGHT? :D*

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More Body Image piece ...

I find the toilet like a friend ... except it's not. At this point, it is merely a receptacle for the devil within ... the devil I am trying to exorcise. As I hug it's gentle, rounded belly, it occurs to me ... it's already fat. It won't care if it consumes anymore ... and with my help, like a baby bird, it does.

***

Now, Georgia being a rational human being under it all, understood when her parents came by the next day this was not to be spoken of. Oh, it was a one time thing, a night of falling of the wagon, of letting her demons win and then some. She knew now, the toilet, the throwing up, was as much a part of the demon as the eating, and that knowledge was safe in her hands. No need to worry her mother. Like Christ in the desert, she'd wrestled Satan, and while it had been a titanic struggle and she'd about lost last night, but she'd triumphed in the end. No more food - not like that - no more toilet - not like that. She was her ... fat or thin, five pounds down, fifty pounds up; fifty pounds down, five pounds up. Yesterday? Weakness. Damn the girl in the mirror. She'd break every mirror in her own personal castle. It had worked for the Evil Queen in Snow White ... she would not let That Other Girl treat her like that again ...

"Healthy," she muttered to herself "Successful. In love. About to host a dinner party. OK. More than OK."

She looked in the fridge and assessed the remains of last night ... if only it were that easy, she reflected. Unlike alcohol, or any other kind of drug, Food was one drug you couldn't go cold turkey on.

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Body Image Work ... NEW STUFF! #3

if you aren't familiar with my Body Image story, be sure and read Untitled #1 and 2 (preexisting parts of the story I'd written pre-blogathon), and their two followups which I wrote earlier this evening ... you can find them a page or two back in my blog).

The fridge gaped open in front of her ... well not so open. It was someone else's arm who did that. It couldn't be hers. She'd long ago given up midnight snacking. It felt like someone else stuffing her boyfriend's leftover pizza down her gullet ... washing it down with the only non-diet drink in the house ... the can of Coke which had no doubt come ithe pizza. And what was a second dinner without dessert? The last slice of Mom's homemade apple pie ... what kind of hypocrisy was that, by the way? Pie? From a woman who's entire family, plus her husband, plus her daughter, either were overweight or had been ... who'd been fighting the battle of the bulge for years? ... but she'd baked it, and she'd sent the last piece home with Georgia. Well, it's new home was INSIDE Georgia, as had no doubt been intended - although perhaps not following three slices of pizza and a non-diet pop.

Chips ... she didn't know why she let Him keep chips in the house at all, but they were there. And they were now in her hand ... salt ... precious salt ... tasting so good after boiled this and baked that ... so good after the sweetness of coke and pie ... all the food groups. Every one of them. Fat ... sugar ... salt ...

All the satisfaction Georgia had longed for from dinner ... the companionship, the warmth, the fullness ... it was there. It was in the cookie she now consumed ... the bag of milk she just drank ... even the mittful of grapes she now regretted eating. She was making herself a spectacle, and she knew it, but didn't care ... food was a forgiving audience. She'd learned that lesson long ago, and couldn't believe it had taken her so long to relearn it again.

***

Ugh ... I feel ... what have I ... ? This is not me. No. No ... get out! Get out! I am tired of the fat person inside of me, I am tired of her making me feel this way. The temptation of food ... it's as old as the bible isn't it? Well the heifer inside of me, the stupid cow, is Satan himself. Or herself. Or itself. I don't even know. I just know I'm possessed. I look around ... I must find a way to get rid of it, to get the demon out. The demon of The Fat Girl ... the demon of lack of reason ... the demon of addiction ... the demon of no restraint ... the demon of food.

Posted at 04:05 am by SARcasm
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Wow - some more progress!

New material for the stripper story, continuation from 3-4 posts down ... Warning in advance again of language

So that's what I did - I mean, hell, right? Work wasn't gonna come to me.

Stands up - pantomimes the different jobs she's about to describe

First there was McDonald's - flipping burgers, taking orders, spilling coffee everywhere, attempting to work the ice cream machine to nothing but gobs and puddles of ice cream at my feet ... but that's never put anyone through school. Not when it's their only income. Learning how to make the perfect McFlurry ... just not my idea of a fulfilling job, a creative outlet, or anywhere near an income worth selling out like that for.

Then there was the call centre. Sitting there at a computer, not knowing which should be working faster - your hands or your ears. Typity typity typity ... "Yes sir? What do you mean my average call time is too slow? Too much time in unavailable? FIRED?"

looks depressed a moment before continuing ...

And then there was the OUTBOUND call centre job. Want a credit card, when you have no credit? Even if you're four years old? Deceased? Living in Hawaii? I can sell ya one, I promise! I quit that one when I realized the autodialler didn't discriminate by time zone. You do NOT want to piss off a Hawaiian at 4 in the morning, believe you me! Just ... not fucking cool okay?

I'd given up. I'd honestly given up okay? You've got to picture that. You've got to picture everything you want in your life - you got kids? You got a wife? A husband? A job you love? A car you've got a name for, your baby you bought in high school? A nice house? Some beautiful family heirloom you no doubt had to scratch and claw a bunch of half-step-something-or-other-four-times-removed for? Imagine all of that, and then imagine having to call some dispassionate bureaucrat - and I mean dispassionate, I mean literally you are just a fucking student number to them - and give up your dreams. Not even have them wrenched away from you; willingly, calmly, rationally say "I don't want to/can't do this, Mr. One-Stroke-Of-My-Pen."

Andi t's done, just like that. Over and gone. I was there. So there. About to do that, and then God knows what ... bender of the century on my last $50 I guess, before hitting the pavement for whatever the hell kind of job a kid could get with a SIN number and a high school diploma. Until I found this.

Goes over to a dresser/bedside table drawer, pulls out a flyer, uncrinkles it and shows it to the audience. Says aloud what the flyer reads

"Amateur Night - You Win, We Pay Your Tuition". Do you know what a Godsend that is? I mean, literally ... Godsend. I had never believed in God - whatever other good things I might have been then, I was NOT a good, faithful, blind sheep Christian. I guess I had a cynical streak even then. But that second, that moment that the wind blew this rumped, worn-out piece of crap paper across my path, and I thought enough to pick it up ... I believed in God.

Posted at 03:30 am by SARcasm
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*We now interrupt this blog ...*

FOR A BLOGATHON GAME!

We're supposed to put a pic of our favourite wild animal up on our blogs, so ... in honour of Luv_Monkee/Deadly Waves of Stupidity/Tatiana, and one of the life changing events she's posted about today, my favourite wild animal is ...



SNUFFY!!!

Posted at 03:14 am by SARcasm
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Opening - Wrestling Project

THE VON ERICHS

 

            To discuss wrestling tragedy, one must unfortunately start with the Adkisson family of Texas – better known as the Von Erichs. Texas' answer to Calgary's Hart family, the Von Erichs dominated Texas wrestling for decades. Patriarch Fritz Von Erich had wrestled for years as a heel with an evil Nazi gimmick. By the time his sons had grown up and were old enough to be in the wrestling business, however, he was a born-again Christian living in Texas, promoting his own territory, World Class Championship Wrestling.[1]

            The Von Erich sons, however, were to achieve fame amongst the wrestling community all right – but not in the way anyone would have imagined in the early 1980s. From very early on, well before wrestling, tragedy struck the first time when firstborn son Jack died at the age of seven in an electrocution accident. While the other boys would grow up to see adulthood, only one – David – would live to see the age of 35. Following the death of patriarch Fritz in 1997, David is, in fact, the only remaining Von Erich.

            Controversy has swirled around the Von Erich's for years – particularly about the extent to which they wanted to be in the business, vs. the extent to which Fritz forced them in.[2] What is not controversial, is this: that most of the sons – and certainly the younger ones – suffered from asthma, and amongst the Von Erich boys who grew up, substance abuse became a major problem for all of them.[3]

            David, for example, was the second oldest of the Von Erich sons to survive into adulthood. The breakout star of the family, he even struck out on his own in 1981, going to Florida to wrestle as a heel. Upon his return to World Class, he won the WCCW championship on Independence Day, 1983. This set up a feud with NWA champion Ric Flair, who David was supposed to defeat for the world title in April 2004. As Ric himself says in his autobiography, To Be the Man, "I expected David to be part of my life for years, but on February 10, 1984, he was found dead in his hotel room in Japan."[4] The cause of death in David Von Erich's case remains in dispute. While the official story is that he died of enteritis (intestinal inflammation caused by a kick administered in a match the night before), most wrestlers concur that Von Erich actually died of a drug overdose and was found in his room by wrestler Bruiser Brody, who subsequently flushed his stash of pills down' the toilet.[5]



[1] Ric Flair, To Be the Man (New York: Pocketbooks, 2004), 174.
[2] Jim Schutze, "Von Erichs wrestled with controversy," Houston Chronical (Sept. 12, 1993): A1.

[3] Ibid.

[4] Flair, 175.

[5] Mick Foley, Have a Nice Day: A Tale of Blood and Sweatsocks (New York: Avon Books, 1999), 129.


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CHARITY REMINDER

OK, so I figured waiting one more post wouldn't kill anyone - I wanted to take a moment and remind everyone of the charity I'm blogging for today.

I'm blogging for the Women's Crisis Services of Waterloo Region - local services here in my hometown to help battered and abused women in crisis.

They provide:

  • Emergency, 24-hour safe shelter (including meals and basic personal items) for abused women, with or without children.
  • 24-hour crisis line to provide confidential support, information about and referrals to various community services and government agencies for legal, housing, financial concerns.
  • Housing support program.
  • Children's programs to address the effects of children exposed to domestic violence.
  • Individual and / or group support sessions for women who have been or are presently in an abusive relationship.
  • Safe Steps - Steps towards a brighter future. Groups for children who have been exposed to abuse, and their Moms.
  • Public education presentations for schools, community and service groups, churches, and employee groups.
  • Interpreters available.
Thanks to my wonderful sponsors, I'm currently at $125.91. Whoo! Thank you! If anyone else feels compelled to donate to this important charity, in Ontario's fastest growing region, I would truly appreciate your support, as would the hundreds (thousands?) of women these services help. No donation is too small - remember, $5 is a meal, or some paper and/or pencils for school.

Thanks guys.
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We can make a change
And help women to escape
Unlivable lives


Posted at 02:30 am by SARcasm
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HI ALL! And welcome to my neck of the woods. Please read before proceeding to actual blog. It's where you'll find any updates or anything like that about the format of the blog, what I'm hoping to do with it, where I'm hoping to take it, etc.

And as you can tell from that precursor, this blog has undergone a bit of a personality crisis of late - it started out, and probably will remain largely, a diary for people who don't get to keep up with me so very much to know what's going on in my life. But when I did something called the Blogathon (a 24 hour blogging marathon for charity), I decided to do something different - did some writing exercises, brainstorming, and shared some of my writing with you guys. I'd like to do a little bit of both going on, if that works.

But please beware in the meantime, the school year has kicked in again and has been busy - so please forgive any delays in blogging until things settle down and I'm into more of a routine. Mkay? Thanks! :)

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