Christmas is over. The holiday sweater vest has been shelved, though the Christmas tree will definitely fight to keep its spot well into January.
I’ve survived the Red Wee Episode, and should get answers as to what happened in 2008- next week, though it has put the Tag Team Challenge in jeopardy. I just don’t know who would sanction a physical contest that involves me, even if I’m backed up by the entirely clottable mountain of man machine that is Mr. Dennis Kucinich.
Give ’em hell in Iowa and New Hampshire, Dennis!
Speaking of wrestling, Ric Flair’s last match is on the horizon if you believe wrestling hype. In the storyline, if he loses one more match he has to retire. I don’t know what I’ll do when he no longer gets in there and kicks some ass, though this video provides some clues:
Maybe instead of getting in the ring, Dennis and I should challenge Flair and The Huck to a Wii Match? One of my favorite gifts of all-time has to be the Wii. And the wrestling game my bro got me is incredible. I can be Ric Flair and he actually punches people in the balls and bleeds like a stuck pig.
OK, I’m off this comp now. I’ve been neglecting Gwenn with some serious Wii’ing as of late, and I can’t forget the young woman who braved the elements to make this happen. And on a deeper level, I can’t help but think of a question I’ve been asked quite a few times: “Would you go back and not get HIV if you had a chance?”
I ignore the fact that I’d have bled to death had I refused the treatments that infected me in the 80’s, and say, “Well, I may have never have met Gwenn otherwise.”
Which means I’d never have gotten a Wii.
Which means my life would have no meaning or joy.
PS: Playing tonight at Outback with Bella Morte and Phoenix Noir in Charlottesville! Synthetic Division action!