Monthly Archives: May 2011

party at the beach with the ewa

The EWA Beach party began with Zack Matthews vs. Super Phoenix, a masked man from the Arabian Desert. Both had great ring attire. Matthews looked a little rusty after his time away, but won over the masked man.

Hijynx came and thankfully interrupted Apollo Cruz’s whining. He waved his Berger Cookies around and with the added courage they provide, challenged John Berg for his EWA Maryland title. Apollo was so distraught at being cut off he accepted for Mr. Berg and stalked out of the ring. Hijynx went right at Berg and the ref, Maniac John, rang the bell. After an exciting back and forth match, Hijynx got to his Berger Cookies and won after an assist from Jim Christian.

The next match was Wes ‘The Lone Wolf’ Mercer’s first title defense. He won the EWA Cruiserweight championship at Evolution 2K11 in an intense ladder match verses Shawn Cannon. At the beach, he faced Shawn Webber, a new face in EWA. We enjoyed chanting Barney, Prince of Purple with the kids throughout his match.

This is what happens when you refuse the support of the fans Mr. Mercer.

He retained his title via a DQ, as both Trent Farrell and Shawn Cannon felt the need to interfere.

Next, Jim Christian came out like Santa and threw Berger Cookies to all the kids. Mr. Christian brought out Adam, our birthday boy this show, who called out the Purple Princess. Mr. Mercer was too scared to come out though.

The Team of Matt Wylde and Harold Varelli

Violent Intentions approached the ring next, the team of Matt Wylde and Harold Varelli, to face a new tag team, Davey Havok and Josh Nyadi. Poor Nyadi got himself isolated from his partner and we became afraid this blog post would turn into his obituary.

Eventually Havok got the hot tag and pulled out the win. Then ran, as did Nyadi. This was prudent in the light of the brutality Violent Intentions served up throughout the match.

Next up, a grudge match between Trent Farrell and Shawn Cannon, who lost his title due to the Hero Killer’s interference at Evolution. Farrell vowed before the match to interfere with all of the fans’ heroes. In a match full of quick pinfalls and back and forth against the ropes, Farrell proved he knew how to entertain the crowd.

I still hate him though.

Trent couldn’t keep his anger under control and stooped to throwing sand in Cannon’s face right in front of the ref, disqualifying himself and giving Cannon the revenge win, if not in the clean way he wanted.

Grey Wolf proved his monumental courage by stepping in the ring with Blood, whose food of choice was his tag team championship belt. It was nice to see a believable opponent for Blood-the belief being Grey Wolf had a chance of winning against the Baltimore Butcher. Blood hid behind a tree at one point.

I almost fell off my bench in shock.

This was a match of big men putting their bodies on the line with big moves. Even barefoot and in shorts, the Baltimore Butcher managed to take control, but in the end Grey Wolf defeated him with a display of valor not often seen in the EWA ring.

Sports Management International came out alone to offer Zack Matthews representation. Zack came out in a Macho Man shirt and spoke for the crowd when he told SMI he didn’t like their organization. He got beat for his candor, but wouldn’t back down, running after SMI as they left to the back and getting pulled back by security and then beaten down again by SMI for his trouble.

Afterwards, Thomas Farnsworth Bentley came out in his golf clothes to face the Mime. Mr. Bentley played along with the Mime’s attempt at tug of war for one of the highlights of the match. The Mime blowed fake smoke in Maniac John’s face for another hilarious spot. In the end, Mr. Bentley got his club back from the Mime and was disqualified.

Our main event was a three way dance between Chace Rawlings, JD ‘Bamm Bamm’ Roberts, and Apollo Cruz. The defending EWA Champion came out whining hard about how he didn’t want to be there, of course, because both top contenders out shined him in weight and skill. The match was great until Versace got involved on behalf of Apollo. While satisfying to see Versace roped up by Chace Rawlings, it lead to Cruz rolling him up to get the win, after a speedy count from Maniac John the Ref.

Despite losing the Maryland title, Versace Enterprises came out on top at the end of the night. Is Maniac John their new secret weapon to keep a stranglehold on the EWA title belts? We’ll have to find out at the Boomers Bash on June 11th at 5PM. See for details.

How long can Hijynx hold onto the title if the ref is on Versace's books?

mothers be good to your daughters

my favorite picture of the boy.

Let the children rise.

Yesterday was Mothers’ Day, and it was a happy one for me. I treated myself to Funeral, by Arcade Fire, cause five dollar downloads on Amazon are awesome. I was originally looking at Pearl Jam Vs., but their albums weren’t as reasonable as I thought, and I am trying to be better about these things. I am also resisting a strong urge to get The Freelancer’s Guide by Kristine Kathryn Rusch and The Broken Kingdoms by N.K. Jemisin.

The Hundred Thousand Kingdoms on sale for 2.99 was too tempting however. Orbit is running a promotion because it’s nominated for a Hugo. I’m not getting my paper copy back from Renee anyway.

I love when my friends enjoy the books I share. Need to convert them all to nook.

Back to the mission, I caught Arcade Fire on Palladia, and then they showed up when I was looking at the fifty dollar Pumpkins rarities collection. Pearl Jam and Pumpkins are my teenage years. Arcade Fire is a strange mix of Modest Mouse and Pumpkins to my ears, and thus, I am in love.

I am going to get so much work done today.

The original reason I went after Pearl Jam on Amazon was due to “Animal” being stuck in my head, but then I realized there was also “Daughter” on Vs., and isn’t that a twisted song for Moms’ Day. “Don’t call me daughter…the pictures left will remind you”.

A song that can be interpreted in many ways.

Another song for Mothers’ Day could be “Daughters” by John Mayer, one song in a long line of hits designed to charm the hell out of every woman alive. “Mothers be good to your daughters…girls become lovers, who turn into mothers, so fathers be good to your daughters too”.

Ah, well, maybe he’s a bit strange when taken out of context too.

The book I am working on has to do with fathers who weren’t good to their daughters. I’ve been mucking along a bit, but think I have it now. Magic and love go together. Now to write it.

In short, be good to your sons and daughters, mothers, cause it all runs down the line. “Dogwood” is a reflection of that as well.  This next one, “Lithe”, is how your daughter feels when you don’t.

There are many traditions I would like to keep from the boy.

I watched them
with you
strong and supple gymnasts
lithe and free in their movements
as I never was.

I know I’ve been
a disappointment to you
I feel your disapproving stare
across the miles.

You wanted a lithe little girl
who danced
and ate with grace
who never complained
no steps out of place.

I won’t be your martyr
this score you want
to settle with the world
is not my battle
is not my way
is not my place.

I observe the dance
and write about it.
I observe your pain
and write about it.
I dance in the rain
and write about it.
I lose my pain
and write about it.

Through it all
I feel
your stare
is not my talent.



Mother’s Day is Sunday, and I will call mine on that day. I doubt she’ll call me, there’s church and mourning to deal with. I actually understand in this instance.

Not so much the rest of the time. I wish she cared, or grew some balls, or whatever it is that makes her hide in her hole down there. It’s not just grandma’s death. It’s the way they all are. Well, they can’t see me, my time is now.

Wrestling references are so fun.

This is going to be the last attempt at steady blogging for me. I have hope this time, as long as I open the to do list staring me in the face. I’ll do writing posts over on the house of harnoeth blog, link coming to a sidebar near you soon. For this green blog of mine, I will try to document my continuing efforts to work my way out of depression and sloth.

Maybe it will be helpful to someone. Maybe even me.

I also like the idea of posting whatever, I’m letting too many thoughts pile up these days, putting off what I should do because I’m scared, like always. Fear is the mindkiller, but it is hard to let go. One of the things I loved about Water for Elephants was the theme of overcoming and being overcome by fear. I have to keep nursing my confidence enough to be able to handle failing.

Posting my thoughts on the internets, whether they are ever read, is one way of nursing confidence, believing they are worth posting, filling this digital space. And since it’s gotten all philosophical and full of wax, as my writerly friend Cupidon might say, I feel it’s time for a poem. I’ve written many about motherly relationships, but my current favorite is the most recent, I achieved a certain level of detachment that can be very hard for me.

Poetry is such a personal thing.


There’s a shadow
on the wall
across the alley
between two stores
shorter than
the real tree
in front
because the sun
plays with us all.

The shadow is a
dogwood, official
revered. Like
you, registered,
firmly, contritely
proclaimed dead-
another victim
of pollution’s disease.

You wore white
when you made
mother feel alone.
A stepfather, unwanted
a house but no home.
You wore cream
when you helped
veterans recover
from petty wars
and shipyard accidents.

You are dogwood
in shadow or reality
the trickle down
reflection of
human choices
our free will
a backhanded gift
from the god you so loved.

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