Got a cold just after Christmas, turned into a bad cold by shoveling snow to the point of exhaustion that Friday, got to spend New Year’s Eve and Day and days around it laying in bed, did find out that I’m capable of updating the lucha blog even after I die if I have enough back logged recaps scheduled, didn’t feel any point to reposting the PS3 stuff here before (but will after this), still am kinda sick and snow’s on it’s way again, debated if there was any point to this blog anymore (or was ever a point), got a little less emo, blanked on the main page because these entries are still set on “in the last N days” instead of “the last N entries”, other stuff happened that I surely wouldn’t write about here but maybe if I had a secret facebook account I would there*, listed to Joe G on the most off the rails end of year show ever, balked at four hours of Justin talking Royal Rumbles, wrote posts that were hundreds of words too long and probably should’ve been blog entries anyway, took many naps and watched a Hawai’i Winter League baseball game (but only on TiVo.) Something something mexican wrestling something.
Too much internet things going on that cause me not to want to add “thinking about what you want to say before yo say, and then typing it such a manner that it closely matches what you were thinking off in the first place.” By the time I get done with the fives hours of recapping a week (plus makeups) plus reading and typing news stuff and plus doing all the crazy hidden stuff for the wiki or the luchadb that most no one notices but seems to impossibly important to me (and also the thing that pays me), I’m kinda sick of doing the typing on the internets (and a little bit of lucha) and writing words on this part of the website is something easy to skip.
Sometimes I think of truly annoying paragraphs that make me want to break my hands to save us all. Eh.
One anecdote about someone y’all don’t know, but only after the break because I’m iffy about writing it but at least it’ll get it out of my head