Raw

Charlie: Haha Shelton. Last week you kissed King Booker's ring.

Shelton: This week, if I win my match, I'll kiss you on the lips.

Charlie: O.O

Opera: O.O... yayz... World's Greatest Make-out!

Paul London: *wins match*

Shelton: D'oh!

Charlie: So, um?

Shelton: Um?

Charlie: Um?

Together: So, um? Let's hug and discuss our hettiness instead. *hugs, swerves*

Farooq: Damn!

Opera: DAMN!

Steph: Hahahahahaha. Psych, bitch.

El Presidente assumes no offical duties. Title is for promotional use only

--Well, today was wretched. Got phished. How 1998 is that? At work too, which totally creeped me out.

--I HAVE BEEN WRITING. Feels good, yes. I have 3 things going. How soon until they crash and burn on me?

Major issues with the stories so far

a)Dialogue is running GreatGreatGreatClunk. I hate that, the scenes cruising along so real and awesome and then CLUNK. Worse, I can point out the exact line where it all goes CLUNK, but I can't figure out why, and worse the line says what I want, and seems like the right reply. Yet it's CLUNK. It's one of those situations where I just have to sit on it, for days, le sigh then the right line will occur to me. It's just that I'm impatient right now. I'm finally writing again, I don't want to wait some more.

b)Totally unsure if I want to be writing one story. It features a way overused character, and I don't want to appear bandwagoning or that I'm writing him because my friends write him. Also, I worry that story isn't a story. Maybe it's just a long emo scene. I MISS HAVING PLOTS AND TWISTS AND TURNS AND SUBPLOTS AND SUCH.

c) Let me repeat: I MISS HAVING PLOTS. My imagination is so quiet these days, so out-of-breath and flabby. I miss having creativity whirling around inside of me.


--Even though I've been writing, I've been feeling way out-of-sync with fandom. There's a lot of goofy stuff I miss. I've been on a huge WannaMuseRightNow kick. I guess some Yahoo lists I've recently joined spurred that. They inspired some OhYeahAndThenThisCouldHappen type-thinking, and I miss feeling that way about wrestlers. The Soap Opera In My Head satisfies some of that, but I miss doing that with other people. I dunno, I have more to say about all this but I can't explain it like I mean to.

--On Larry King last night, Bret Hart compared wrestling to figure skating. My heart leapt. Also, Jericho was hot enough to cook an egg on.

--Viscera without a shirt makes Tazz and Joey cry.

--M. Hardy got a haircut and has laid off the Double Quarter Pounders with Cheese. He's not quite back to TLC-era smoking, but he strives. Oh, does the boy strive.