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Tuesday, August 29th, 2006
4:45 am	getting a few things off my chest... Before I start my tirade let me just inform those who do not know that Lillian Rose Bhudakahn entered the world on july 28 at 3:23 am. She weighed in at 8 pounds 4 oz and was a whopping 21 inches long. She in the third and final installment to our family. For those of You keeping score its 3 girls and 0 boys, talk about karma. Now I am sitting here, at almost 5 am on a work night, trying to sift through the hailstorm of thoughts going through my head every second. I am going to do my best to protect the annynonimity(sp?) of those involved, but Im sure most people even remotely aware of my environment will be able to read through the vagueness and know exactly who or what I am referring to. First item on my list is E.L. While I have always respected you I would never have considered you a main event performer. Your in ring abilities, self admittedly, were average at best. However over the course of the last 6-8 months or so you managed to change my opinion. Your character was over, your angle was over, You were over. Quite possibly one of the most, if not the most hated single wrstler the company has had in a very long time. I cannot express enough the level of disappointment I am left with after the fiasco you threw the last time I saw you. Selfish, unimaginative, unprofessional, and uncalled for. On top of everything you walked away leaving the team in utter chaos all because you didnt get your way. You did us wrong and you did the buisiness wrong. For the rest of your days you will look back on your last days, not with fondness, but with bitterness. You will have torn out one of the most important pages any of involved will ever know. The very first match, your first title, your first big gimmick match, and lastly your last match. You will never have the chance to say goodbye and celebrate all the blood, sweat, tears, and memories with your friends, family, and fans. You have taken back from me a geat deal of the respect you had earned. prooving that my original beliefs were correct all along. You were/are nopt worthy of a top slot. Perhaps it was the overwhelming crowd response or maybe some deeply stressfull personal problems threw you off your game. Whatever it was I hope you believe what you did, more importantly the way you did it, was right. For what its worth I hope you can look back without any regrets because what is done is done and there is no changing it now. Good bye and good luck. Should you read this do not bother to send any kind of explaination since the only person who has to believe the that the actions you took are just is you. Now onto smaller people, much, much smaller. V.H. I.M.O. you are quite possibly the biggest piece of shit ever to escape the septic sludge and surface in the wrestling scene. From our very first encounter I have not liked you. Your complaint was that we workd the match too stiff but we never heard you once during the match raiser the issue. So you attempted to strongarm the owner to fire me(and my partners) or else you were gonna walk. Funny how I continued to work there and you, well... didnt. Some time later our path would cross again but I presented myself prosessionally and raised no issues on the matter in a new locker room. But you showed you colors again. In West Virginia, you decided to be uncooperative with your scheduled opponent about his offense, when he sugguested that he have his newly formed group attempt a run in. A run in that I might add you were going to thwart thus making you look even stronger. But that isnt even the worst part You replied that if we ran in you were going to shoot on us; something I was not made aware of until on ride home or you would have recieved an unscheduled confrontation right then and there. To make matters worse when you finally agreed on what little of a match you could get away with You continually stiffed my student and then promptly apollogised so as not to get a reciept. After all that you lied to the promoter saying that my student blew every spot in the match, that he was not trained, and that if he was going to continue to use him you were going to walk, taking those title belts with you. Sadly that promoter folded under your demands. Later yet you would resurface where we first met. and yet again I woud do something I have yet to see you do... act like a professional. I advised the promoter of our tenuous past and asked not to be booked in a match against you but still set aside our history and worked as if I had no issues with you. Now you have had a falling out with this promoter. Your beef with him is exactly that... with him. However I get wind that you are somehow trying to add me to the mix by saying that I stole some of the items in dispute. Let me say this,I am not involved. I advised everyone to who was in possession of the disputed goods to return them to the promoter and to let you and him iron it out. In fact one of the last time you were at a show for this promoter you walked right up to me and handed me one of the items while I was talking to a fellow professional. Stop being a pussy, stop calling people and trying to get them to do what you dont have the guts to do, walk right up to the man and come up a solution to the problem between the two of you. I know what You alledge and I have heard the opposing side of the view. Given out past it is not hard to draw any conclusion as to whom I believe but I was not there during any discussions of re-embersement, be it monitary or performer status. One last note for you V... we dont have "heat", heat is between professional wrestlers, You are NOT professional. Im not mad at you over your dispute with said promoter, I didnt shake your hand because I dont like you. (Comment on this)
Tuesday, May 9th, 2006
10:19 am	Concussions are funny..... Seriously, aside from the obvious mediccal consequenses, concussions are just funny. At the last PWX show Darron Smythe sufered aconcussion. I knew before anyone else, including him. He kept repeating the same 3-4 phrases. He suffered a "blackout" and couldnt remember any of the match. The top rope broke during the match and kinda put a stop to some of the match. Kudos to Both Brandon and Darron for the excellent performance in leui of the situation. Appearently the last time Darron Had a "blackout" was in West Virginia, during a Black diamond match in which coincidentally the top rope broke there as well. I know that because I actually counted him saying those same 4 things 7 times. After every time he would walk away, no longer than 30 seconds later he would come back in saying it all over again. So the next time you wanna have some fun at anothers persons expense ask a concussion victim to borrow 5 bucks about every minute or so.( just be sure to give it back about every other 30 seconds or so as well) Whew! I just looked and realised its been almost a year since Ive been here. DAMN! it has been a very eventfull year to say the least I will satrt off by Telling everyone who didnt already know that We bought a new house and moved into it in January. Its a big 2 story 3 bedroom house with a nice sized backyard for the kids. Maddy(aka Zilla) is now 3 years old and sharp as a tack. Not to brag and hrough no genetics of mine I think shes gonna be really smart. Shes already doign things that I was in kindergarten doing. Gwen (aka Zuki) is now 1 1/2 and no slouch herself. She is deffinitaly the rougue of the two and a big time daddy's girl("daddy's gore" as Maddy says). I had to make a fence around our yard to keep her from running off It amazes me just how different they are. Where Maddy is dainty and girly gwen is much more rugged. Mads is often shy and reserved around new people and Gwen is a ham. In other news #3 is on the way due out sometime near the end of july. Now im sure everyone is rooting for a boy this time but I assure you cosmic justice and irony will see to it that it is another girl. I could care less either way so long as it is healthy. In addition to the fence we bought a really awesome playground set for the kids. Solid wood frame, with a wavy slide, a rock wall, cargo net, 3 swings and monkey bars. I cant wait to see them running all over that thing. We traded in the old windstar and bought an '05 Town and Country from the new dealership I workd at for 4 months before I quit...again. long story short, I did the math. Meaning... I was making about $300 per week at the dealership and working about 43 hours. At my other job ( I like to refer to it as hell on earth, only not as nice) i make $16 an hour on overtime if I did 20 hours a week overtime I could make as much as I made at the dealership. So same money half the time.... not much decision making there. Oh well, that was all of the positive stuff that I can remember next one will highlight a few of the catastrophicly negative situations Ive found myself in over the last few months or so. Trust me when I say that Im gonna need a good hand masage after that update... (Comment on this)
Wednesday, June 15th, 2005
11:04 am	Time, for the quarterly update.... I havent had too much time to update lately what with having 2, yes 2, full time jobs. Since March 2, I have been putting in 18 hours a day at or enroute to work. I graduated Rosedale Technical Institute and immediately found a job in my new field. My goal was to do my 90 day probationary period at Dodge then be able to quit the hell hole job I held for the last 7 years or so. However like most of my plans this fell short. (Side note: in the automotive industry there are 2 ways to pay a mechanic, flat rate and hourly. Hourly is just as it sugguests you are paid for the amount of time you are in the shop. Flatrate is paid by the completed job. If a labor guide says that it should take 2 hours to complete a job that is what they pay you,weather you have it completed in 15 mins or 10 hours. The diference is that a well seasoned tech can pull 10-15 hours in an 8 hour workday. Also flatrate usually pays a higher rate than hourly) Anyhow I notice an add in the paper about a dealership that wants an HOURLY State Inspection/emissions certified mechanic. So I promptly put in an aplication. I hear nothing about it for 3 weeks. Suddenly i get a call asking if I was still interested, to which I answered yes. They wanted me for an interview asap. I was in early the next morning and left knowing that I would start me new job the following monday. We agreed to my rate of pay and the that I would indeed be hourly. I was supposed to handle little things like oil changes, brake jobs and tire rotations aside from my main duties of inspecting/prepping the used cars. Soon my life would be taking a new and adventurous turn, or so I thought. The first month went be relatively uneventfull with me just learning the proceedures without much of an orientation. In the 2nd month they began getting on me about the hours I was flagging. (Flagging is a term used to rate how long it takes you to do a job in comparison to how long it pays in the labor guide.) Being new to the field, one would expect that I was less than effecient but not too terribly. I averaged 6 out of 8 hours a day. Some days a bit better some days a bit worse. On top of that I was handling more and more live work. (Live work being vehicles owned by paying customers.) They began pushing me and comparing me to flat rate techs, with worlds more experience and a whole lot of specialty tools. Telling me that I was costing them money. I failed to see how, considering that they took in $65.00 and hour and I was making less than a fifth of that. Reguardless I struggled on trying as hard and fast as I could go. Thusly I began making stupid mistakes resulting in comebacks. (Comebacks are vehicles that return with the same or related problems and are no charges.) By the end of the 2nd month they were set to put me on flatrate. One morning my boss informed me that that I would be flatrate as of the first day of the last pay period. I told him that it is illegal to do that and that he has to inform me ahead of time if he decides to do that also that if he DOES decide to do that that he had better put another add in the paper because I'll quit. I continued to work the rest of the day getting madder and madder as I went. by 10:00 I had had enough. I was not going to be away from my wife and kids for 18+ hours a day and not get completely compensated for it. We agreed to the terms of labor together, Dodge and myself. If they dont want to honor thier agreement then they can fire me but I'll be damned if theyre gonna change the playing field on me. I walked up to my boss, shook his hand, told him that I cannot work for flatate, that we both knew that I would never pull the time to make it worth my time to be there and that I quit. I thanked him for the opertunity he gave me and told him that I was sorry that our arrangement wasnt what either of us expected. He was shocked by me forwardness and told me to relax that the flatrate decision was just a thought and to give me the rest of the day to see how things go. He told me that if I was put on flatrate that I will be informed at or b4 the start of a pay period and that I would turn time just fine. I felt a little obligated to the other mechanics since one guy was out on injury leave. I stayed for the rest of the time with little flatrate discussion. Just a blurb here or there about "think flatrate" and "time is money". Then once I hit my 90 days I was informed on the morning of a new pay period that from that day on I would be flatrate " we have to do it, we have no choice". I informed them that I was not very happy with thier decision and replied "hey YOU just have to do what YOU have to do ....". Later I was working on a car when I got my paycheck, I signed off for lunch and never returned. That is where Ive been for the last 3 months. Walking dead. Alright now to recap this weekends wrestling related news. Friday was the first of the CWF fair shows. friday evening I worked with Dash Bennet. We had a decent match but I felt that since I was over he should have taken more shine but it was fun nonetheless. During the match he called or a hotshot. Something went wrong, weather I was lighter than he expected or gave him too much lift, he was stronger than I thought or the ropes closer than I thought or perhaps a combination of them all but I caught the ropes and came down hard on my ribs. It hurt real bad at first but the pain quickly went away. by the end of the match It wasnt bothering me in the least. Saturday afternoon. I was working with Dahmer(whom I HATE LOL) I actually did make it through this match without getting busted up. My ribs hurt if you hit me in them but that was all. AT the end Darkside ran in and attacked me, tore off me mask and hit me with the ring bell. He was only supposd to hit me once giving me time go get color and then leave thereby leaving me umable to compete in the 2nd half of the days events. For some reason he decided to hit me a 2nd time. I saw him setting up and seen it comming, then ding! the bell actually rung off of my skull, and split me open hard way in the process. I got great color go figure. the bleeding quit rathe quickly. I left there shortly after and went to PWX for thier show later that night. Myself and Crusher Hansen were set to face the Tri Chi's. I had a great idea for a finish that would establish us as heels make the Tri Chi's look strong and out over the Father Nelson huge, but one of our opponents was in a nasty mood hearing none of it. We did figure a finish but I was a little disappointed with it. During the match I took and elbow to the eye. I swelled up immediately. apologies were exchanged and no hard feelings are present, besides now were even Hammer. Sunday. I took the wife and kids to see a few houses that we were considering purchasing before we headed off to the show. Today if was me against Darkside in a loser leaves CWF submission match. We didnt really work too much submission locks into this one since it was a bit more of a streetfight anyhow but we did do some submission stuff. During this matrch i got a double stomp to the ribs and a dizzying kick to the head. I sold the "concussion" the whole time. After we hit eachother with our finishers and could not garnish a pin (duh! funny what the heat of battle does to a competator) we took it home. Darkside attempted another powerbomb which I wiggled out of and hit the ensuguri(sp?).wr exchanged blows and i took him to the ropes. he easily reversed it and shot a kneelift. I rolled past it, into a schoolboy then into the Devilock (stretch muffler). Aside from all the injuries I had a good time. I was glad to be able to finish the fued that darkside and I started before he had to leave. I am looking forward to starting new things in CWF in the months to come. There ya go, a pretty detailed account of the last few months. (Comment on this)
Saturday, February 5th, 2005
1:15 am	my 2 cents Having gone through the steel valley public school system myself, I may be able to help this awefull situation out a bit. I went to school during some really racially tense times. I was the victim of "reverse racisim" and a few physical attacks as well. because I had long hair and ate lunch with the "heads". Ok, heres the story in a nut shell, as best as I know and can recall... some white,racially intolerant kid in about 11 or 12 grade, was walking in a racially populated part of the town, late on night. He was illegedally attacked by some black racially intolerent(or they just didnt care for his social views) kids. Nothing serious but that only fueled his hatred further. He went back to his equally intolerant friends and told HIS version of what happened, and they all felt as though this act must not go unanswered. A short time later the roles were reversed when the white kids attacked and chased some black kid out of a party that the heads were throwing. OF course the shockwave was felt throughout the whole school and a clear dividing line was evident. Clear for most people except me. I was always in my own head to pay much attention to the social currents and found myself in an all black hallway. I walked through it, blissfully unaware, of what was happenning. The black kids were waiting for the afore mentioned white kids but were not above hitting anyone fitting the discription of thier enemy. I was hit from all sides. One hit me, I turned to look at who hit me and got another from the other side. Under none of my own choosing my decision was made for me. I became a racist. Heres the funny part one of the main, white, instigators had a shaved head and the school forced him to grow his hair or not be allowed back to school until it was in, making him the scapegoat for the whole thing. Inversly, the main black instigater(s) were left alone mainly because if they did anything to him/them they feared the famous "race card". It wasnt till years later when I got a bit wiser to alot of things I was doing wrong in my life that I was able to dissolve the racist feelings I still had. Its funny but I know exacly where Jason is coming from. It isnt the fact that the person is black,it is that the system that we play in is unfair. A system that is supposed to be balanced is capable of being tampered with. When someone plays by the game and loses they claim "sexist,racist, homofobe.... whatever", thus distorting the system and adding to the problem. Its a sad state of reality that we live in these days. Systems developed to "help" balance thing serve to further devide the socially diverse. Affirmative action is supposed to elevate minorities to a level playing field, ironically implying that somehow they are otherwise inferior(some think). I am a believer of one system... truth. but we are all equal. Different but equal. In closing, I dont believe Jason to be as much a racist so much as a victim of society and its inability to make a ballanced and firm system to play by. Also fuck every KYKE, NIGGER, SPICK, CAMELJOCKEY, WOP, AND HONKEY/CRACKER WHO READS THIS. FUCK THEM ALL, BUT FUCK THEM EQUALLY!!!! (Comment on this)
Tuesday, February 1st, 2005
11:22 pm	one evening last week, my girlfriend and I were getting into bed. Well, the passion starts to heat up, and she eventually says "I don't feel like it, I just want you to hold me." I said "WHAT????!!! What was that?!" She responded to my puzzled look by saying, "Can't you just love me for who I am and not what I do for you in the bedroom?" What every boyfriend/husband on the planet dreads to hear..."You're just not in touch with my emotional needs as a woman enough for me to satisfy your physical needs as a man." Realizing that nothing was going to happen that night I went to sleep. The very next day I opted to take the day off of work to spend time with her. We went out to a nice lunch and then went shopping at a big, big unnamed department store. I walked around with her while she tried on several different very expensive outfits. She couldn't decide which one to take so I told her we'll just buy them all. She wanted new shoes to compliment her new clothes, so I said lets get a pair for each outfit. We went on to the jewelry department where she picked out a pair of diamond earrings. Let me tell you...she was so excited. She must have thought I was one wave short of a shipwreck. I started to think she was testing me because she asked for a tennis bracelet when she doesn't even know how to play tennis. I think I threw her for a loop when I said, "That's fine, honey." She was almost nearing sexual satisfaction from all of the excitement. Smiling with excited anticipation she finally said, "I think this is all dear, Let's go to the cashier". I could hardly contain myself when I blurted out, "No honey, I don't feel like it." Her face just went completely blank as her jaw dropped with a baffled "WHAT???!!!" I then said, "Really honey! I just want you to HOLD this stuff for a while.. You're just not in touch with my financial needs as a man enough for me to satisfy your shopping needs as a woman." And just when she had this look like she was going to kill me I added, "Why can't you just love me for who I am and not for the things I buy you?" (1 Comment |Comment on this)
Saturday, November 20th, 2004
3:02 pm	WOW ... just WOW... I was looking at some live journals and I came across this site... http://www.divine-interventions.com/index2.html Ive got to say, even i am a little taken back by this one. (Comment on this)
12:58 pm	I just read this joke and it left me in tears Female Prayer: Before I lay me down to sleep, I pray for a man, who's not a creep, One who's handsome, smart and strong, One who loves to listen long, One who thinks before he speaks, One who'll call, not wait for weeks. I pray he's gainfully employed, When I spend his cash, won't be annoyed Pulls out my chair and opens my door, Massages my back and begs to do more. Oh! Send me a man who'll make love to my mind, Knows what to answer to "How big is my behind?" I pray that this man will love me to no end, And always be my very best friend. Amen. Male Prayer: I pray for a deaf-mute nymphomaniac with huge boobs who owns a liquor store and a bass boat. Amen (Comment on this)
Sunday, November 7th, 2004
9:52 am	flaming beef sticks Before I reflect on the happenings of last nights match, I would like to lighten things up with a tale straight from my rectum. A few years ago a co worker of mine brought in some home made spicy beef sticks(slim jims). They were delicious. A few weeks later he decided that he was going to make another run to get some more goodies and asked me if i would like to buy some. Being near some holiday involving my dad,I figured what the hell, and bought some for him. remembering just how delicious they were i decided to get a few for myself too. The guy informs me that they come in varying intensities of hotness from 1-5. I know dad HOT so i got him bag of 5's and got 2 bags of 5's for me and a 3 for the wifey. Not one to usually make a long story short, after giving my dad his bag I proceded to eat all 3 of my bags sharing the 3s with my wife. Alas comes the not so good part. I assume the batch was bad because I was woke up from a sound sleep but a vicious rumbling in my belly at around 4 am. I ran to the bathroom, barely making it mind you, and began to expell drizzling shits from my anus. Now one would expect that to be the end of it except that when one consumes that much spice it almost can never be completely gone. Almost instantly I had the sensation of molten lave flowing out of me. OUCH! even after i was finished the burning was so intense that i had to fill the tub with cold water and sit in it to help douse the flame. Now abpout last night... did I even tell you the flamin beef stix story? (Comment on this)
Thursday, November 4th, 2004
9:34 am	Jesus: "Hello my child, I am Jesus. I have returned to save your soul." George: "Shut up asshole, I'm not giving you any money." Jesus: "No, it is I, the Son of God." George: "Whatever man, I gave at the office." Jesus:"I do not need your money. I only want to spread the word of my father, the almighty God." George: "Listen you crazy bastard, I've heard this a million times. You're going to have to turn water to wine or something if you want me to believe you. If you're really Jesus then perform a miracle!" Jesus: "Miracle? How else do you think you got re-elected?" (1 Comment |Comment on this)
Monday, September 27th, 2004
4:35 pm	Its been a long time .... I know I havent posted in a while but recent comments have forced me to clearify some things.( also I am feeling a bit blue so some of my comments may seem darker than they really are in my day to day life) Im am sure it surprised alot of poeple when I "jumped ship". While others figured it was only a matter of time. Either way my reasons are pretty simple. I no longer was willing to meet the expectations of the IWC Local schmo. When IWC was founded it was a promotion of the boys, by the boys, for the boys. That changed over the course of time, chipping away at my resolve ever so slowly. Tiers were estblished. Rules set up for the few, not the whole, leading to dissention. The sence of wholeness was lost. I fought of these felings for a long time by submerging myself in the enjoyment I get from performing. I was then put on an inactive roster. A sub plot was being formed for my return as well as Jake finally getting some much deserved ring exposure. There was no hard feelings about this, in fact I was happy for Jake. During my off time I had been repeatedly asked about joining East. I was flatted to be asked (considering previous departure conditions) but replied that I was fine where I was. But I missed the action and no longer felt like I fit into the mold of the IWC roster. One night I went to the IWC training facility and spoke with Norm personally. I thanked him for everything he has done with me over the last few years. Everything he has done for Glenn, giving me a chance to team with him, being the IWC top tag team, working Sabu, and just the over all positive in ring image he allowed me to portray. I meant every word of it. However,I told him that there are some things that I feel I have to do before I quit the biz, and that I dont think that he would give me these things. I feel that he has (and dutifully so) too much control over angles, as well as his own vision of what should take place to allow for much imput from outside sources. I told him that I feel I would have greater character control at PWX as well as a better chance to do some of the things I want to do b4 im through. With that said I asked Norm for one last favor, something I feel the IWC fans wanted to see and something I have really wanted since Glenn and I started to team, a gruesome fued with Glenn. I wanted it as a gimmick less match, not Devil vs the ghost not teacher vs student but Jim vs Glenn. Norm told me that under any other circumstances he would grant that but Glenn has started a new gimmick and that it was getting over, my idea would compromise that. He said that he would think of something else. I thanked him again and went home. As of yet i still had not talked to anyone with clout about jumping but knew that I was done in IWC. A few days later I got another offer to jump I could no longer fight it. I made the call and discussed an angle to come in the rest is still occouring. In spite of what is said and by whom, I did not leave because I could not work Glenn. I am a little surprised by the notion that that was the impression my departure has left on people. I did everything by the book and still didnt get it right. Oh well. I still think IWC is a great product with many great performers. I wish them all the best in thier endevours. I still consider many of them to be close friends and will try to make it to a few shows whenever possible. With all that said, I want to say a few words to each of my IWC friends... (in no particular order) Kaz, Dam, and Gray... You 3 are by far my favorite out of town talent. Not just in ring ability but locker room pals too. Id put you over any day of the week. I hope our paths cross again. Good luck Eric X... You and JT were there for me in my darkest, wrestling related, hours You have come into Your own in a huge way. I only hope that You 2 can mend your differences. Friendship is bigger wrestling any day. JT... I miss you buddy, Id love to see JTs big comeback no matter where it would be. good luck in your personal life and I wish you all the best. Trevor Lowe... Alot of people think I was constantly harassing You, I wasnt. the fact of the matter is that I was trying to be respectfull to your personal beliefs and really messed it up all the time. I meant no offense and think youre one he.. heck of a guy. It realy meant alot to me when my dad died that You would lend me your ear. thanks. I only wish I would have found out about your dad sooner so that I could returned the favor. Sorry for your loss. Doe... Congrats is in order, sorry I missed it. I will never be able to repay you, Scott or Joe for all that youve done for me. I am truley sorry for all that transpired between us. Even though we have made our ammends and truley meant it, Our relationship has never been what it once was. My own personal jealousy and a scar that cut so deep will not allow it. Hind sight is 20/20 so if Iwere in your shoes I would probobly have done the same things. Carry the banner high and proud after so long You deserve it Hentai...We had great times. We will always have the tapes. Youre my best man In wrestling and out, my longest wrestling friend and possibly my greatest claim to fame some day when I say " That guy used to make me his in ring bitch!" 2 final words... Cleaveland Freefall! Glenn...Youre like a son to me. I cannot thank you enough for saving me from quitting so long ago. Your lust for wrestling kept me in it during my darkest days. It is I who owes you. You continue to make me proud each and every time you wrestle. I have left a lasting legacy in wrestling through you. I would have loved to leave the devil mask to You, but that was not your fate. I have to go to school now so I hope nobody is put out if I missed them. D.B. (Comment on this)
Monday, June 7th, 2004
11:22 pm	Just wanna give a shout out to Potter... by Yelling potter gettin' the pooter. Way to go Pal. Use the force wisely. (Comment on this)
Wednesday, January 21st, 2004
4:57 am	a funny story that just popped into my head... I was going to PIA, through a tech program, during highschool. We were in basic electronics. Our assignment was to build a milti-meter folowing the scimatics(sp?). It was going along pretty well, or though I thought, until I had to check a certain finction of the meter. for some reason it wasnt working. I retraced every resisted path, checked each diode, checked all the connections, all the solder joints. There was no appearent reason why the meter wasnt functioning properly. In my frustration, I, slammed the meter down and yelled out "My meter sucks DICK!" Well im sure all of you know that such language is not tolerated in most U.S. schools. To my dismay, the teacher had heard my outburst and respnoded in kind..."Mr Bhudakahn, need I remind you, nothing 'sucks', atmospheric pressure pushes it. Also tomorrow you are to report to the Votech office before coming to class" So the next day I report, as directed, to the office. The principal had been informed of my outburst and was drooling with anticipation for my arrival. (He and I had had a few previous encounters) He calls me into his office, asks me to have a seat,and looked over my records. He proceeds to inform me that he has "gotten a notice that I had used some inappropriate language" and asked if I would lke to "make him privy as to exactly what was said." Keep in mind that I know he is gunning for me, so, I respond... " well sir, you see, I was working on my meter and had gotten sevrely agitated when I could not figure out the malfunction. In my frustration, I yelled out,that my meter was busy perfoming acts of oral sex upon male genetalia." The look on his face will be burned into my brain forever! He was so mad that I didnt use the foul language, as by doing so he could compound punnishments for dual infractions. I did see him some time later and did make it a point to tell him that he could do exactly as my meter was doing on said day. Another look Ill never forget. I may go back sometime just to see him again. lol (Comment on this)
Thursday, January 1st, 2004
7:21 pm	changing the face of religion one sin at a time... Jesus died on the cross in 3 hours, Ive been dying slowly for almost 29 years, now tell me who the martyr is. God hates me. (Comment on this)
Tuesday, December 30th, 2003
9:14 am	A GOOD Joke An old lady dies and goes to heaven. She is chatting to St.Peter at the Pearly Gates when all of a sudden she hears the most awful bloodcurdling screams. "Oh my goodness," says the old lady, "what is happening?" "Don't worry about that," says St. Peter, "It's only someone having the holes bored on their shoulder blades for the wings." The old lady looks a little uncomfortable but carries on with the conversation. Ten minutes later, there are more bloodcurdling screams. "Oh my goodness," says the old lady, "now what is happening?" "Not to worry," says St.Peter, "they are just having their head drilled to fit the halo." Shaking her head, the old lady says, "I can't do this. I'm off down to hell." "You can't go there," says St. Peter, "You'll be raped and sodomized." "Sure" says the old lady, "but I've already got the holes for that!" (Comment on this)
Monday, October 13th, 2003
6:19 pm	something to be said about karmic retribution. A few months ago, I got sent home from work by the daylight crew chief. He was a working stiff just like me until they made him chief. Now he feels he is above working but feels that everyone else should damn near kill themselves to get more work done. He is never satisfied. If we pull a 20 he wants 23, and so on. Funny how a positional change effects how you deal with coworkers. Our argument nearly got violent. He sent me home without pay. Now how things work on daylight(considering that they have a foreman, a plant supervisor and several of the owners) is that he would have to report the situation to the Plant super who would then deal with the matter. This cat is above all the rules because he is friends with one of the owners and the plant supe. I knew this when I complained that I was unjustly sent home and that since i was working when he sent me home I wanted paid for the lost wages. Plant sup told me no way, but i knew he was just backing his pal, Next step was to go to Ron, e lowest owner but his other buddy. After Ron didnt seem to want to act on the situation assuming that if he did nothing I would let the matter drop I went to the CEO, Rons older brother,Rich. Rich was just back from vacation that day and was unaware of the situation that had transpired. I enlightened him to the current situations, mainly the fact that Crew chief was being an asshole and that everyone has had problems with him since his usurption of power. Long story shorter, I got paid but nothing was done to admonish Crew chief. Fast foreward to friday, a former employee, Mike, is someone that chief helped get fired, came back to shall we say visit.(Actually he was selling some cola to the chief) He was riding a 2002 harley and chief wanted to ride it. well acting like the asshole he always is, he took off like a bat out of hell. through the plant and over a hill, where a shcoolbus was lwtting kids off from school. Chief swerved to avoid plowing into the back of it and laid it down,Getting thrown from the bike, and in the process nearly ripping off his bicept. Now Im not one to wish bad things on people, but since it has already happened I hope it hurts like hell. Id like to thank SJK, AERO, Carlton Kaz, and Al B Damn. Keenan Was my transportation to Union and an especially funny road companion. Thanks to his(our) G/F and brother as well for humoring me and putting up with my obnoxiousness. The others for helping me have a fun and good match. Look foreward to working with Kaz at Madmar. Im gonna kill ya bro. Oh shit, wait. Im face there. Um then,ah... whatcha gonna do, brother, when the heaviest cruiserweight in the world,dives all over youuuuu? (Comment on this)
Sunday, October 5th, 2003
10:13 am	match summary We aced the match, with the exception of 1 spot, it went perfectly. Those two are fun. Alot of big heat spots and false finishes.the no DQ stip worked right in with out team work. Glenn and I seem to be working better together, and once again defended out titles successfully.after a ton of broken up finishers, we scored the win with a tripple team move. Glenn had Marcos in a waist lock, Jake held a chair in front Marcos's face, and I gave a spinkick into the chair, thus propelling Marcos into a german suplex for the win. In other news the cars even worse this weekend. Now it makes the noise almont constantly. Ill have to fix it tomorrow at school. The baby is almost walking. we have a stroller type gimmick that she holds onto and pushes across the room. Shes so happy and proud to be walking that when she comes to the end of the room and cannot go any further she starts to cry. We have to turn her around and it happens all over again. lol Shes realy smart, and picks thing up fast. Shell be taking bumps in no time. later worshipers. (1 Comment |Comment on this)
Wednesday, September 24th, 2003
9:24 pm	A weekend not even possible in fiction... Lets see, the bearings in the front end of the car are shot. They heat up and make tremendous noise after prolonged driving. Hence my inability to show up for Union. Sorry to all of my worshippers. After that, We took Baby Bhudakahn to a petting zoo where I was bitten by a peacock, spit on by a monkey, and pissed at by a tiger. Fortunately I made a successfull saving throw against projectiles and he missed. rolled a 20! The possitives of the weekend... won a $20.00 card on ebay for $1.50 Maddy is standing for longer perids at a time Also finished the first semester today. Will know my final grade tomorrow. Hoping for an A. (Comment on this)
Sunday, September 14th, 2003
11:03 pm	ring crew express Well,Ill try to update more frequently, I promise. Our match on saturday went very well. The crowd reaction was dead on. Glenn got cheers while I got all boos. I wanted to smile so big. Our bickering got over. Our opponents were fun to work with and I look forward to working with them again. I hope I can get in a few of my ideas for the feud. I have some hot stuff. Oh well things are going well. CWF, Union, and IWC plus Ive got a few others in the works Mad Mar for one. People need tag teams and Glenn and I work well together. C U L8r (Comment on this)
Tuesday, September 2nd, 2003
10:33 pm	Been a while, huh? lets see... I am going to school now. Trying to make a better future for my wife and daughter. Wife is still home with her so I must be doing something right. Its a bit tight but were still making it. The baby it 10 months now, crawling and has 2 teeth. She almost got as many as Jake now. lol. She also pulls herself up to a stand on things. Its so cute to see her from outside through the front door. Wrestling wise things seem to be doing well, with some more opportunities opening up in the future. Got a few things to get together then Ill debut a new costume as well. There you have it... See you next year. (4 Comments |Comment on this)
Sunday, November 10th, 2002
7:23 am	It's a girl!!!! On November 8 2002, my wife, gave birth to our first baby! Madelyn Elizabeth Bhudakahn was 7lbs 8 oz and 21 1/2 inches long. She has some dark brown hair and dark greyish blue eyes. Its strange seeing my fun bag spewing forth sustanance for our child's nutrition. Watching the birth was beyond words. Oh well, not much time to ourselves anymore, but shes beautifull and well worth the lack of sleep @ @ ' - (5 Comments |Comment on this)