My Thoughts on TNA Impact for Dec 10th 2009

iTunes Canada had it for download late again. Dude, this is killing me.

Kevin Nash was running the show. Interesting idea. Um... So he came to the ring with Eric Young. I'm listening to this line up of matches that Nash has in store for the night and I am rolling my eyes at it. Dude, I know the holidays are here, and you want to end the year's wrestling season on a fun light note, but I can see nothing good coming of this line up. I mean putting Eric Young in a match for his Global Belt against a Knock Out? Haven't we gone through that craziness enough with the whole Deaner having the Knock Out title storyline.

The recap of the news heard around the world, Jan 4th 2010 will have a 3 hour special that will be starting the Monday Night Wars. All the fans are a buzz with it, we at Blind Tag Blog had a small note on it this past week as well.

Lashleys vs Steiner/Kong in a mixed tag match. there's a shocker for ya. Steiner and Lashley started. Lashley slammed Steiner in the middle of the ring. Then Steiner ducked out of the ring before landing a few chops across Lashley's chest. Lashley turned it around by giving him a shoulder breaker then a suplex. Lashley went for an off the ropes move but Kong grabbed his legs knocking him to the mat. Kong kept trying to get tagged in but Steiner just ended up giving Lashley a closeline. Lashley turned it around again giving Steiner a tbone suplex. Crystal tagged herself in and got a scoop slam by Kong before Steiner covered her for a lazy pin. Kong was not happy.

Eric Young's promo was good. He just needs to stay away from the self tanner. Looking a little on the orange side there bud. You're Canadian, you should be pale and chalk white. Okay, now you know I have a rule about not writing about the women's division. But, since there was already one mixed match, and this for whatever reason happened .... Eric Young went up against Hamada in an intergender match. This is one of the only women wrestlers I ever bother to watch. This started with a collar tie up as Eric Young pushed her into the corner. Hamada got out of it and gave him a stiff spin kick to the jaw knocking him out of the ring. She followed it up with a series of head butts and chops to him. Getting back into the ring, Young turned it in his favour with a boot to the face. Hamada used a snap hurricanrana for a near fall. She then slammed him like he was a feather. Rolling out of the way of a moonsault, Young used the ropes for a pin... I mean I saw nothing but the win.

Team 3D/Rhino/Jesse Neal vs Suicide/Matt Morgan/Hernandez .... and Jesse Neal stole the Pope's trenchcoat. Dude, that was the trenchcoat I was waiting for someone to snag for me.... in a handy cap match. Rhino and Morgan started this. And right off, Morgan had Rhino in the corner for his series of elbows. Quick tag in by Brother Devon who got floored by another series of elbows and forearms by Morgan. Suicide tagged as did Brother Ray, in with an attempt on an arm drag. Suicide landed two deep hip tosses then a drop kick on Brother Ray. He was going for another top rope move but got pushed off onto the floor by Neal. He got back into the ring and went right into a boot from Brother Ray. Neal tagged in with a series of fists to the gut of Suicide. Rhino tagged in goring Suicide in the corner. Hernandez tagged in with a flying shoulder for Neal. He got a near fall with a very hard slam before everyone started to run into the ring causing chaos. Neal gored Hernandez for the win.

It was good to see Jay Lethal back again, even if it was only for a minute. But dude, the moo-moo has to go. Seriously.

A.J. Styles vs Wolfe in an "I paid for a title shot" match. Styles pushed Wolfe into the corner, as Wolfe hung onto the ropes. Wolfe then slapped a full nelson on Styles. He then turned it into a wristlock. He managed to keep this hold on Styles even as Styles got him up into a slam. This went on for a few minutes before Styles landed one of his double drop kicks on Wolfe. He went back to work on Styles' arm, adding a semi-bulldog sending Styles face first to the mat. Styles managed to get it back around to his favour with a backbreaker then his trademark spring board flying closeline. Wolfe then got him with a low blow but Styles got the roll up for the win.


And the MotorCityMachine Guns! Chris Sabin in a singles match against all three members of British Invasion. Yeah it was a handy cap match. And banned Alex Shelley from ring side. I am going through withdrawls you realize that right? Doug Williams started this, getting Sabin in a wristlock. Sabin got out of it, and did a beauty of a leap frog over Williams. Sabin got thrown into the ropes, where Brutus kneed him in the back, but Sabin turned around and used a baseball slide to knock Brutus off the ring apron. And tossed Williams out of the ring. Then Big Rob the Useless got in and closedlined Sabin. Is Sabin okay? Doug Williams got back into the ring with a knee to Sabin's jaw and a forearm. The crowd chanting this sucks. Brutus tagged in, first legal tag of the match, and they double teamed Sabin with a cross necktie. Williams tagged right back in, with a boot to the face for Sabin. Dude is Sabin okay? Another quick tag as Big Rob the Useless got into the ring dragging Sabin around by the shaggy mess he calls a hair do. (our Hair Gel King knows I love him.) the crowd screaming you can't wrestle. For once I agree with the crowd Big Useless can not wrestle. He slammed Sabin from a near 7 foot drop. Is Sabin okay? I forgot, Sabin is part monkey and was able to get up and shake it off before attacking Big Useless with a flying forearm then a boot to the face. All three of the Brits were now in the ring, Sabin going to the top rope for a double drop kick on Brutus and Williams. Somehow Sabin managed to get a tornado in the corner on Big Useless Rob Terry for the win. The moved sort of looked like a sideways version of Alex Shelley's sliced bread. then Alex Shelley came down the ramp to collect what was left of Sabin.

Gibby what's your glitch now?

Dude, you're abandoning me?
Another one of my friends is in the "I think I want kids" stage of their life.
Perfect, just perfect have us living in the field like cattle. Just had that line from Interview with the Vampire stuck in my head.

It was like we were sitting on one end of the playground looking across at the sea of monsters at the parents on the other end of the playground and they jumped up and ran to that side. (talking metaphorically now) They left me alone on my side of the playground. How evil rude of you.

I will guess that they have fallen in love? Stupid -stupid-stupid. Why is it, whenever my friends get into a new relationship they start talking about kids? Is that like a peer pressure thing to start desiring monkey-poo?
It's a disease right? That's how I know I have never been in love. Never wanted any kids. And that's how I will know I have honestly fallen in love.

If I ever look at a guy and start talking about pushing out a litter of puppies then I know I've truly fallen in love. And that I am doomed.

So far so good, no monkey-poo for me.

And why is it, the only guys I am meeting any more are single dads? What, was there a sale on at Canadian Tire one afternoon or something? Buy one monkey-poo and get the second half off?
Get really icky when you are standing in line for the damned bus and some guy with a double stroller covered in monkey-poo vomit and sticky fingerprints starts smiling at you and telling you that his oldest monkey-poo has just started teething and sleeping through the night.

Um okay, and this has what to do with me? Nothing. Right. Then why do the single dads continue to chat me up when I am out places. I thought I sent off "so not interested" vibes with my ipod in my ears and my arms crossed or on my cell phone. But no, the single dads zero in and start doing their little dance of balancing one kid on their hip and the dipper bag over their shoulder while they smile and wink and try to catch the flying toys their monkey-poos are throwing at other people.

That really doesn't impress me. At all. And for me to really fall in love, honestly 100% fall in love, looking at the guy with the desire to push out a litter of puppies he's going to have to be a total god. Like Dionysus in human form. (yeah I know I have called Alex Shelley, Dionysus in human form) And no man so far has had that affect on me.

Wow, I really am incapable of loving someone.

Okay Boys You know who you are

I'm going to have to create a new classification of lunatic for you. Having fans is fabulous, having people who comment even better.

But you know, I've just kind of gotten tired and have this to say

But what do you want to do?

Julie and Julia came out on dvd today. I had to rent it. I saw it back in the cinema this summer, and read the original book by Julie Powell, and am half way through the book My Life in France by Julia Childs.

I was suppose to be reading the next book for review from Harper Collins Canada, but I just did not feel like it today.
What I did do, was rent the movie and decide I wanted to spend the day cooking. I haven't been really serious about food in 10 years. Before I became a vegetarian I used to cook every night of the week. Roasted chicken with cous-cous and peppers in a yogurt sauce. Meatloaf with scalloped potatoes and green beans. Casseroles with home made tea biscuits. You get the idea.
I was good at it too. Not great, but no one ever starved. I can even make Fish and Brews. Not that I ever liked seafood. Hate it actually, even more so since becoming vegetarian 9 years ago.

Anyway, today I made a Hashbrown casserole, and a potato/asparagus cream soup. Still have to make the stock for the vegetable soup.

So there is one burning question in the movie that both characters face "what do you want to do?" Cooking ends up being the answer one gives and does it by doing a cook book and Writing is the answer the other gives, and does it by cooking then blogging it.
Cooking and Writing.

Hmmm. So while I was mixing up the casserole, I was letting my mind drift to that question. I want to write. But other then that, I want to paint, make videos, edit movies, basically just create. Which I do now.
So if I am doing what I want then why do I still feel like a bucket of dren? Then I thought maybe I picked the wrong role model?
I have been framing my life after Dorothy Parker. And I realized from what I have managed to learn of her, she had 2 failed marriages and a failed love affair. Great mind, fabulous skills as far as being a literary genius, but not really good at the domestic side.

So what is it that I want to do that I am not doing? To be useful, to be needed, to be someone's wife.
Am I going to find my purpose through cooking? Maybe who knows, but at the moment it's a great form of meditation. You tend to stop thinking of the stress in your life and focus for the few minutes it takes to chop an onion or mix a batter ,on the moment.

I think the one Yule gift I am going to buy myself this year is Julie Powell's second book Cleaving A Story of Marriage, Meat and Obsession. It came out last week. That and I am really coveting a new spice rack. The steel kind with the two shelves that spins and hold 40 spice bottles.

Dec 8 : Story Time

I don't talk about my family too often on here. I mean, yeah I bitch about my mom or sister but, I don't talk about my family. It's been 24 years since Thomas died. Hard to keep things straight now it's been so long.
I remember he played the accordion. Yeah, you read right, the accordion. Do people outside of Newfoundland even still consider that an instrument? Not sure.
He made wooden furniture and toys. Someone told me that he'd been in construction too at one point, and of course he had been a fisherman/lobsterman when he'd lived in Newfoundland still. The woodworking was after he came to the mainland.
He told the best stories. And heaven forbid you got between him and the tv when Search for Tomorrow was on. I know eh? He got hooked on that soap opera cause it was the only thing on at lunch time other then the news. He's the guy who got me hooked on wrestling.
He used to make these wooden toy boats. Well, not really toys as much as show pieces. Always green and red with a black trim. Never thought to ask why it was always the same boat. So that's what I remember of my Grandfather, on the 24th anniversary of his death.

There is a crack in the mirror

Okay you freaks geeks and rejects. In other words, my dear readers, my Spudgun, my pets, my male fans, my fellow Goonies.

You know, I hate secrets. Maybe why I analyze everything to death and drive my social circle into premature craziness.

Hey guess what, I wrote something pretty on the other blog. It's something to make you think and hopefully the right person will have a reply to it. And that right person will know who HE is.

The Empress and Queen of Pentacles cards

The Empress : Fruitful, action, initiative, length of days, the unknown, natural, emotional and material abundance, femininity, creative and physical growth, intuitive emotions, protective love, a happy marriage, domestic stability, wealth, harmony, strength after an illness, natural course of events that proves beneficial.
The Goddess card. The Mother card. The foreshadowing of a baby.

Queen of Pentacles : Gifts, a good marriage, greatness of soul, opulence, generosity, liberty, security, birth, mother, an independent woman who is interested in the creative arts.


These two cards have been showing up lately in my readings. The two are connected, as both are material/physical manifestation cards and both represent motherhood.

I can't go into what my readings were about, but I can tell you that I was shocked to get these cards. And to add to this, images that have been coming to me in other forms. Eggs and Flowers.
Two more symbols connected to motherhood.

What's going on here? I have gotten the hint that the goddesses are tapping me on the shoulder with the ever present fact cats and bears keep popping up in my life. Cats being the totem for the goddess Bast and Bears being the totem for the goddess Artemis. I have been trying to balance my life with more domestic roles but seems I'm not doing a good enough job to make them happy.

For those who have been reading this blog on a regular basis, you know every once and awhile I post about a tarot card that is haunting me. The consent presence as of late of the two major motherhood cards has bothered me.
That has never been a path I have ever chosen. But again, this could be pointing to pure creativity. In which case they would make sense as the book is the big thing in my life right now. Getting the book finished and published.

Let's hope that's all the Goddesses are trying to do for me.