I got off lucky. I woke up today largely pain free. If I prod myself in the ribs, yeah, it still hurts and I can feel a vague soreness when I move… but it’s nowhere near as bad as it was yesterday. I guess resting and heating pads and asprin did the trick, so I didn’t end up feeling like this.
Bubba Ray Dudley didn’t get off so easily. If any of you watched Raw, remember when he botched a table spot and dumped HHH on his head? Mr. Political Power Player HHH (o/~ It’s All About The Game / And I Like Bacon o/~) is fine, but on the cusp of his big breakout main event rivalry, Bubba’s been injured. Dammit. You know, for everything WWE does right (The Two Kanes tag team victory) they do three things wrong (Injure a potential star, do a crappy musical performance with gyrating skanks, turn Ric Flair heel for no makes-sense reason). Unless it’s offensive and non-PC to say, I’m starting to feel like a battered wife who keeps coming back for more. But, like I said to my friends, at least I can hang out with them, which is ALWAYS fun. Watching it alone would be nasty.
I’m SO looking forward to getting the new WWE game, though. Why? Well, I can design my own guys to put into the mix, semi-craft my own storylines, nobody gets injured, and matches aren’t changed because the Bikertaker doesn’t wanna job. It’s pure. It’s just entertainment without guilt and without politics. Like Ultra.
…and since I’ve been getting many e-mails about Ultra, here’s the official stance: Kristen and I are HELLA BUSY. You know this from reading our journals. Ultra is not high priority. It will get done but I have no timetable for its finish, and that’s something you have to accept. If you can’t accept it, here’s a five inch nail, here’s a hammer, there’s your head, get to work.
Bitter today? Eh, a little. But it could be worse, all things considered.