Blood, Broads and Brain Matter
In Sin City everything is black and white except for Blood, Broads and Brain Matter scattered over broken windshields. Everyone’s a bad guy and we all talk like we’re detectives from the fifties.
You could see pretty much the same thing on Spike TV last night, except for the black and white. Didn’t see any brain matter either, but I’m sure their brains were rattling around in their heads. It only took twenty-two shots to the head for a ref to pull a kid off of Shamrock early in the first. You’d think his feet were sliding on ice because last night, he didn’t have it.
I saw Fight Club not too long ago and that was the motivation for some of the guys to start their own slap-fest competition on last Thursday night. Sure, I took some part, but didn’t go near to or as far as some of the others.
The commentators said that a lot of the guys that come to the UFC to compete are really smart guys. Teachers, university students coming out to find courage and determination in the rawest form they can conjure. I watched the first fight and thought it was brutal, but that if I trained up, I could go for something like that. Then I saw the second fight and thought…. shit, I don’t have that great a desire to get to the top. I’d rather keep some sense about myself and do something a little more productive than cutting up some other guy’s face or knock him out to get my arm raised in a fight which would only last all but a few seconds before you have to do it again to get that same rush.
Started filming some serious stuff for The Service today. If I can get the extention for it, my group will be able to make a wicked drama that we can all be proud to show people and put on our demo reels. For now, six hours of sleep will tide me over until my next few hours sleep. This is going to be a long week. Hopefully I’ll get at least one good night of sleep before I head out to Vegas on Saturday morning at 4am.
You could see pretty much the same thing on Spike TV last night, except for the black and white. Didn’t see any brain matter either, but I’m sure their brains were rattling around in their heads. It only took twenty-two shots to the head for a ref to pull a kid off of Shamrock early in the first. You’d think his feet were sliding on ice because last night, he didn’t have it.
I saw Fight Club not too long ago and that was the motivation for some of the guys to start their own slap-fest competition on last Thursday night. Sure, I took some part, but didn’t go near to or as far as some of the others.
The commentators said that a lot of the guys that come to the UFC to compete are really smart guys. Teachers, university students coming out to find courage and determination in the rawest form they can conjure. I watched the first fight and thought it was brutal, but that if I trained up, I could go for something like that. Then I saw the second fight and thought…. shit, I don’t have that great a desire to get to the top. I’d rather keep some sense about myself and do something a little more productive than cutting up some other guy’s face or knock him out to get my arm raised in a fight which would only last all but a few seconds before you have to do it again to get that same rush.
Started filming some serious stuff for The Service today. If I can get the extention for it, my group will be able to make a wicked drama that we can all be proud to show people and put on our demo reels. For now, six hours of sleep will tide me over until my next few hours sleep. This is going to be a long week. Hopefully I’ll get at least one good night of sleep before I head out to Vegas on Saturday morning at 4am.
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