*This blog post was started on October 5, 2021.
Last
night was dedicated to producing my podcast and laundry. I actually
got all that done at a reasonable time, but when I start being
productive, I think I might get manic. So all the sleep I lacked due to
movie research this weekend still needs to be made up for.
At
least that is my story for the headaches. In other words, further deep
cleaning my apartment is not on the immediate agenda. The windows are still
shut and the air conditioning is running. This is leaving me to prefer
the seasonal change from Winter to Spring. I think I would rather deal
with knowing when things are warm than waiting for the cold.
If
only I could just place amateur wrestling mats on all the floors to
remind me of the best times from high school. Why would I complain about
near 90 degree temperatures? I did not complain about it back in the
day.
That is saying
something because weight cutting was never a problem for me. If anyone
had a right to complain, it was I. It is ironic how the team I captained
was always annoyed by me. They could have not made excuses and be supportive of the coach's agenda.
There were a few good teachers back at Morton High School. I
guess I can never have kids because I would not know where to live so
that they would be in good schools. Living in the city is what I like,
but you know the schools are subpar. Living in the burbs, you know the
entitled "old" families have brat kids. Living in the country, what
education?
I suppose
shit did not get bad for me till I was in fourth grade. Homeschooling
might work out after the kids get the socializing established. Your real
friends keep in touch. That seems nicer than finding that out after high
school.
All this
ranting really makes me wish that you could use hyperlinks with my
online dating profiles. I would rather be judged on this than "Two
Truths and One Lie" boxes.
If
that does not turn them off, then the wrestling chat below will. It is
better than me going on a rant about the "libertarian" next to me who is
reinforcing their racist and transphobic prejudices via fringe video
sites. Do I report what they are watching to YouTube just to make sure they know where their content filters are failing?
I
guess I should not complain too much about them thinking that they
should be allowed to judge people. My hometown will think that I did
that in this post. My only defense is, I was just stating my
experiences. If you have not had the same experiences than the people you are judging, are you in no position to judge?
Which
allows me to go on and on and on about pro wrestling. The worst think
you can say about me as a critic is that I am only a critic because I
was a failed performer. Personally, I got a suitcase with a weekend's worth of
gear in my trunk, so I do not want to use verb tense. Or at least just
call me a wrestler who is failing. In the end, those who cannot do,
teach.
Teaching is
still an expression of passion. And I can go on to say that if people
gave a shit about me and my passion, my pro-wrestling, Z-budget,
zombie-comedy feature film, "Main Event of the Dead" would not be in
development hell or I can at least participate in a wrestling scene
where there are few who have put in the time to be true professionals.
Downstate Illinois without friends makes me want to consider taking up
auto-erotic asphyxiation.
With
the scenario above coming off as a plea, I might as well make it
official. If you want to help get "Main Event of the Dead" off the
ground, send an email to russthebus07@gmail.com.
I would appreciate any advice on how to get the feature to a
crowd-sourcing stage and am more than happy to send out a treatment of
my script. Thanks for the consideration.
Obviously,
I am just writing what is immediately coming to my mind with this post.
That was not necessarily my intent, but now we have the party next to
me watching anti-vax videos. It is just building up the angst. So how
much fun do I think me taking up the old Apter Magazines format will be?
Lets find out.
