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Saturday, January 31, 2004
Well, it's 12:30am on the last day of January; on the scale of things this one has been quite good. Not too much in the way of birthday presents, but what the hell. Been a good month for the City, as they have a 100% record, 10 goals for and only 2 against, 7 wins in a row and a view for at least another three, possibly going to repeat their 1905 record of 14 in succession. Who knows? maybe they can pull it off; just maybe.
What am I doing right now? watching Scarface, doing this blog, whiling the minutes away before Counterstrike downloads from File Planet. Incredible- there's a 60min+ queue for a download AT HALF-MIDNIGHT? jeez... no way I'm subscribing to their services just for the sake of one lousy file. Oh well, only around 61 to go.
I'd like to tell you guys about a story about two blokes called Richard. They were good at one thing in particular. They did it in vastly different ways, but they had exceptional skill all the same. One Richard went away for a long time, and the other Richard stayed and enjoyed Richard 1's absence. Heck, he became the absolute best at his craft in that time. People admired him, Women adored him but -as much success as Richard 2 had, he couldn't help feel that Richard 1 should be there. Just so that he could prove he was the absolute best out of the two.
Richard went to work one night alongside his friend Barry and a workmate called Eddie. Eddie was having some problems doing something on his own, so he tells Richard 2 and Barry that he's brought someone to help him. Surprise surprise, Richard 1 shows up, fresh as a daisy. Outwardly Richard 2 wasn't best pleased, but inside he felt overjoyed that now he had that opportunity to show who was the best. And so the two agreed to a contest to prove who was the best. And over time they had many small confrontations over their work, just to show off. The time of the contest came, and they went to work in earnest. It was very hard work, enjoyable to watch and it took almost an hour between the two of them. Eventually one of the Richards won out through his own determination. The other Richard complained incessantly that one of the people ruling over the contest had made a mistake over a technicallity. Whilst it may not have been much to everyone else in work -who carried on as normal- the other Richard even threatened to sue his bosses over this contest. It may have been fair in everyone else's eyes that one Richard went over the other through luck or by graft, but not to THIS Richard. He threatened and complained and eventually his bosses got so mad over it they allowed another contest to take place... on condition that if Richard failed, he would lose the right to claim that he was the best at what he did. Come the second contest Richard was prepared. In his own mind there were some mistakes he knew he was going to make, and some that he swore on himself he would never make again- in particular, to underestimate Richard's determination to win.
The second contest was much shorter than the first, but just as gruelling. Eventually - in the face of mounting difficulty- the Richard that had risked not only his pride but his job had won out. He was the best at what he did. But something happened. Another workmate who had been witness to the contest decided he wanted to be the best too. Up until then he had been proud to be good at his job, but then he got that fever too. That fever of rising over everyone else. He asked Richard that he wanted to challenge him too. Richard, who was understandably spent, denied this other person the shot. That enraged the workmate, who then attacked Richard and injured him. Richard would eventually want to get even with this other upstart, but he went back to work soon enough knowing that he was the best, and another challenge would just be another day's work.
Now, it's easy to say that the moral of the story is that it's worth risking everything that you hold proud to get the job done, and in many ways that may be the case. But it's also worth knowing that you should understand that sometimes when you risk everything, even if you win the reward may be something grand as the right to call yourself "the best", or something as inconsequential as the right to carry on doing what you think you do best. Either way, you need to justify to yourself that the risk is worth taking, no matter the reward.
Some of the names in the above story have been abbreviated (or even witheld), but nonetheless it is a true story. If you know of the men who I'm speaking of and what they did, you're more than welcome to write me ;)
This is Seph; signing out.
Monday, November 10, 2003
I thought I'd never bother writing here again; but seeing a few very-well-written blogs by some Iraqis ( http://messopotamian.blogspot.com/ , http://healingiraq.blogspot.com/ and http://iraqataglance.blogspot.com/ ), it made me remember that this place really can be the only voice some people get to have, no matter how happy, sad, blissfully-ignorant or glaringly-cynical. So, here we go again...
SINCE MY LAST WRITE-UP IN MY LIFE: Passed dissertation, failed Computing & Law. I'm retaking the latter, meaning I was too broke to go to British Uprising 2 in London last Sept; (by many accounts good, but inferior to last year's inaugural show). Am a little better off nowadays. My Darts & Cribbage skills are improving slightly; I beat my dad 4 games to 3 (but only after winning 3 in a row then losing 3 in a row. Insert cheapshot *here*). Kill Bill is a fucking awesome film, Matrix Revolutions got rid of all that existential crap that Reloaded baffled me with. Corny ending though.
SINCE MY LAST WRITE-UP IN WRESTLING: So much horrid stuff: 3 deaths within the last fortnight (Road Warrior Hawk, Stu Hart and Crash Holly), a slight improvement in RAW's quality and a MASSIVE deterioration in SmackDown's (thanks to yet another McMahon ego-trip: Shane has made a welcome return (and since worn out that welcome) putting himself over Kane, who is both un-masked and bald; Linda -months ago- just wormed her way out of shagging Eric Bischoff (AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH), and Vince just beat Stephanie out of the public eye in an absurdly narcissistic (sp?) feud, culminating in a No Mercy match with both Incestual and Domestic-Violent undertones.
Not many people's poison, and certainly not mine. Did ANYTHING good come of it? well... um... Paul Heyman's back (JOY!)
SD's strongest players- Kurt Angle (it's motherfucking Kurt Angle! all I can say is the doctor that fixed his neck must be worth every cent paid), Eddie Guerrero (awesome part-truth promo recently, focusing on coming back-on-the-wagon) , Yoshihiro Tajiri (He's starting to look like the old Evil-Green-Shit-Spewing-Heel, plus *ta-da* he's got sidekicks now), Paul Heyman (Your boss chews you out for screwing up your first night. What do you do in return- Accuse your boss of losing it and get inside his head!) and John Cena, who's just turned babyface after months of hilarious Tweener "freestyles" at the expense of both Faces and Heels.
At the Survivor Series this Sunday he's part of Kurt Angle's Team (alongside Bradshaw, Chris Benoit and someone who isn't Faarooq because he's injured) against WWE Champion Brock Lesnar's team (Brock- who by affilliation to Heyman is suddenly Big Show's pal again-, Show, A-train, Nathan Jones (crikey!) and Matt Morgan, a Roi... come on, be nice, he's probably straight-shooting. Can I help it if Vince WANTS to hire people based on nothing else but looks? what can I say, It's not *my* job to run a wrestling company into the ground)
I hope Cena doesn't have The Rock's problem of being a great heel but a shite babyface- as long as John keeps his stuff fresh, he'll have a whale of a time doing it and I'll have a whale of a time watching it. "Word Life" indeed.
Back onto the RAW side o' things: Goldberg is king, alongside on/off buddy Shawn Michaels (Awesome Comback #2) fending off Mark Henry. Yes, Mark Henry. And Evolution, who is WITHOUT Triple H (who -barring sleep, food & drink- is probably giving it to his new missus Stephanie around the clock. Lucky cnut.) but WITH Dave Batista back in the fold. Batista's much better now, and cuts a mean promo.
I'm going off Steve Austin a little, maybe because his Good Commissioner schtick, whilst being entertaining, is being watered down by the Ol' Stone Cold Kick Some Ass spirit. The outcome? Survivor series: His Team against Bischoff's team. Either Steve gets to beat people up without provocation, or he loses his Commish spot. MEH.
Other recent additions to RAW are Plucky Tag Team X- Garrison Cade and Mark Jindrak; and John Heidenreich- a Roid Boy with either an Anger Management Problem or a penile fascination, depending on the week. Talk about a mixed bag.
RAW's strongest players: Goldberg & Shawn by default- In 'berg's case it's not that good because even if he's absolute dross he'll still get pushed until he drops the title (back to HHH? probably), but Shawn can STILL have good matches with people. Heck, he can even make Mark Henry look talented! also Chris Jericho and Christian, firstly just because of who they are, and also because of their geeky subplot of indirectly trying to seduce Trish and Lita respectively. My last pick is Ric Flair, purely because (spotlights, orchestral music and 1000ft stone writing) HE. IS. RIC. FLAIR. Case closed.
SINCE MY LAST WRITE UP IN BRISTOL CITY F.C.: Scott Murray, our fastest player, buggered off to Reading. We missed out on ex-Gashead Jamie Cureton, who -when faced with a choice between City and QPR- prefered emmigrating to Korea. I don't know WHAT to say to that. Last season's failed promotion drive was City's finest chance, as Things Have Hit The Skids this season. City are not-far-short of the playoffs despite being without a League Win in several weeks, and Murray's absence HAS hurt- Chris Roberts is nowhere near as fast as Scott but he does try.
To replace Scott we picked up Lee Miller (who is a breath of fresh air in-that-he-isn't-Lee-Peacock, but is like Peacock is that he is CAPABLE of scoring but doesn't get many chances) and an Aussie called Luke Wilkshire (who -after being a creative midfielder- was stuck on the right wing by Danny Wilson until he woke up and realised Luke was -after all- a creative midfielder because he's slower than both Roberts AND Murray. Take that as a criticism, but that's not how I mean it)
Kevin Amankwaah is nowhere near the man he was before his car wreck last season, and despite scoring 2 within 3 minutes against Bradford Park Avenue, a non-league side, in the FA Cup last weekend he really doesn't look capable often. Brian Tinnion is Still Our Best Player after 11 years of our team's mediocrity, and Leroy Lita is now our Plucky Wildcard who gets few chances, mostly scores, is screwed over when fouled and gets crocked just before his moment comes. Whoopedy-bloody-doo.
Nothing else to say at the moment, so I'll see y'all in the wilderness.
Sunday, July 06, 2003
Tuesday, January 21, 2003
What, you want an UPDATE? alrighty then, seeing I turned 22 yesterday..
Uni work's going as well as can be expected; It's tricky doing my dissertation as the vast majority of the stuff on Internet virus is internet-based; which means getting red-
eyed in front of a computer screen. Well, at least I've got a REASON to do that now.
Brock Lesnar became the 13th* wrestler to win the WWE's Royal Rumble on Sunday Night, eliminating 4 people (the last of which was the returning Undertaker.) In the UKFF's RR Sweepstakes I got a disappointing 45pts (Edge= 15pts from 3 eliminations, Brock = 20 from 4 and a bonus 10 for winning.) This win for Lesnar culminate's the greatest EVER rookie year for a pro-grappler; within 11 months Brock has done a 'treble' of winning the Rumble, the King Of The Ring (last June) and the WWE Championship (Last August).
From the same show, Brock earlier defeated arch-nemesis The Big Show to merely enter the rumble; The Dudley Boyz captured the 'World' tag titles from William Regal & Lance Storm, Torrie Wilson bested her now-former-stepmother Dawn Marie Wilson in a stinker, Scott Steiner beat World Champion HHH by Disqualification in an absolute s***-fest (Steiner, who is close to -if not north of- 40, was exhausted after just 7 minutes. Sad because just 10-12 years ago he was one of the greatest all-rounders in our-so-called-sport); And current WWE Champion Kurt Angle made Chris Benoit submit in a BRILLIANT match. They're the two premier wrestlers in the game today. Yeah, I said WRESTLERS, not sports-entertainers. Bite me, Vince.
Since I last wrote here, I won the UKFFF World Heavyweight Championship from Tempera, and have already had 1 successful title defense. Boo-ya. Next up is Make Or Break. I don't know who I'm facing, but it ought to be good.
Today, I'm travelling to see Bristol City take on Bournemouth in the LDV Vans Southern Semi-finals. City's brilliant 19-game loss-free run came to a CRASH with 3 losses and a draw so far this year. And very little in the way of goals, too- 'Toothless Aggression' Scott Murray's going thru a draught, and our new Brummie loan Craig Fagan hasn't hit net yet (be fair, he's only started once.)
Well, see y'all later!
*TRVIA- the other Royal Rumble winners are Jim Duggan (1988), the late 'Big' John Studd (1989), Hulk Hogan (1990 & 1991), Ric Flair (1992), the late Yokozuna (1993), Bret Hart & Lex Luger (who co-won in 1994), Shawn Michaels (1995 & 1996), Steve Austin (1997, 1998 & 2001), Vince McMahon (1999), The Rock (2000) and HHH (2002).
Saturday, November 30, 2002
Post #1... be afraid. Be very afraid.
Yes! the secret phenomenon behind the UKFFF now has his own Blogger Page, and Yes! I stole the idea from Steveweiser, as did my former PPV-boss, Gossy. Fnarr. What you will likely see here are updates on the following- University life, personal stuff, my UKFFF progress, WWE stuff, Bristol City F.C. stuff., and anything else I feel like.
I am among the many who dislike Hunter Hearst-Helmsley, the J.R. Ewing of the WWE; My preferred WWE brand is SmackDown; and I will eat most stuff.
Well, that's about it for now. Anyone who wants to mail me can do so here.
