Good Morn World,
This week the face of World Wrestling Entertainment or WWE John Cena granted his record breaking 300th wish for a poor sick kiddy attached the 'Make a wish' foundation. http://worldwish.org/?gclid=CKqKt4bL4LACFaVKpgodpWxF1g
As most probably know, this foundation 'grants the wishes' of kids with life threatening medical conditions who are usually bed ridden day in day out. Their simple wish: to meet John Cena their hero.
John Cena is now the most popular celebrity 'wish granter' in the history of the make a wish foundation.
The fact that a professional wrestler has achieved this is pretty amazing to me. He's a professional wrestler. What some would call a 'fake' or a 'phony'.
He's not a box office action movie star like Arnold Schwarzenegger or popular wrestler turned movie star Dwayne 'The Rock' Johnson, a superstar from the world game like Pele, Maradonna or David Beckham, he's not a pop music icon like the late Michael Jackson or (gulp) the Spice Girls.
John Cena has been on the top consistently in his field for about 7 years or so, virtually more than any big wrestling superstar in recent history. However the business itself is decidedly not in a booming period like it was in the 'Golden Era' of the late 80s with Hulk Hogan's Hulkamania, nor the second recent boom period or the late 90s early 2000s starring WCW's New World Order, WWEs Stone Cold Steve Austin or The Rock.
Personally as a wrestling fan, I'm not a big fan of John Cena. He seems a bit too fake for my liking and no the irony is not lost on me. But the reason is simple, he isn't marketed towards me, more towards little kids aged, say, 5 to 12. The WWEs bread and butter for the future. I guess this milestone is a grim proof that the marketing is working.
But it's also proof that herer we have a guy at the head of a company who is doing his best to give back something to his fans, the fans who are most in need.
No matter what I think about the character, I have to give major credit to the man John Cena for taking time out of constant travelling, training and performing to take 300 seperate visits to see sick and dying kids who have personally requested to see him.
I can't imagine what that is like - to be a hero of sorts to little kids in arenas and PR appearances, but then get hit with the reality of that when taking part in charities like make a wish. Individually seeing children on their potential death beds in hospital or in wheelchairs, tubes attached, underweight, pale, raspy voices. I have to believe that sort of exposure to those situations has a certain psychological effect on you.
But I can't really understand what that's like, for all involved and neither can most people who are luckily healthy.
Friday, 22 June 2012
Friday, 8 June 2012
Aaaah! (good aaah)
As I write this, I'm sipping into my first decaf extra hot flat white with one IN A WEEK! It's good. Sweet. Exxxxtra hot. Piping even.
Just on the 'extra hot' thing, is it not a grave indictment on our society when one has to engage additional oxygen to order their coffee EXTRA HOT just to receive the beverage (shock, horror) hot? Because that's been my experience in Sydders, and at the risk of sounding petty its simply unacceptable.
Prior to my 'extra hot' existence I was but a naive fool thinking that when you orded a coffee, it would arrive in it's traditional temperature of HOT. Not molten lava - I'm not mental or anything, but hot enough that you can't shove it all down your filthy gullet in one go and it warms your heart.
What a fool I was. I found that in most places you'd get served up some coffee substance barely warm or even LUKE warm, god help us. At first I thought 'Well I'm sure it's just a one off, they're having a bad day'. But it happened again and again AND YET AGAIN, like some Groundhog Day cafe scene in hell.
I even heard of some demented individuals ordering their coffee's as warm because it was too hot. Heavens!
Screw this town.
Yours Pipingly
Prof Dave
Just on the 'extra hot' thing, is it not a grave indictment on our society when one has to engage additional oxygen to order their coffee EXTRA HOT just to receive the beverage (shock, horror) hot? Because that's been my experience in Sydders, and at the risk of sounding petty its simply unacceptable.
Prior to my 'extra hot' existence I was but a naive fool thinking that when you orded a coffee, it would arrive in it's traditional temperature of HOT. Not molten lava - I'm not mental or anything, but hot enough that you can't shove it all down your filthy gullet in one go and it warms your heart.
What a fool I was. I found that in most places you'd get served up some coffee substance barely warm or even LUKE warm, god help us. At first I thought 'Well I'm sure it's just a one off, they're having a bad day'. But it happened again and again AND YET AGAIN, like some Groundhog Day cafe scene in hell.
I even heard of some demented individuals ordering their coffee's as warm because it was too hot. Heavens!
Screw this town.
Yours Pipingly
Prof Dave
Wednesday, 6 June 2012
NasthedonNasthedonNasthedonNasthedon!
Hello Friend,
In de New York City!
It's Offical - Mitt Romney for Amercia!
Venus trumps Sun, next stop The Voice!
Prometheus has me pissing my xenopants!
League boss told to Gallop out of office (hurr)!
Try the mould wine it's fantastic! You're a wonderful audience.
Yours Hilariously,
Prof Dave
In de New York City!
It's Offical - Mitt Romney for Amercia!
Venus trumps Sun, next stop The Voice!
Prometheus has me pissing my xenopants!
League boss told to Gallop out of office (hurr)!
Try the mould wine it's fantastic! You're a wonderful audience.
Yours Hilariously,
Prof Dave
Friday, 1 June 2012
We've only just begun..... to liiiii-detox!
Hello Friend,
Ok first day of detox for me and Mrs Professor today. Started the day out bright with a charming breakfast of slightly taste challenged porridge with lovely stewed apple and 'forrest' berry. I don't really understand porridge - if it looks like baby vomit and tastes like baby.... well you get the idea.
Anyway I'm on calorie king now, off bread, dairy, coffee and alcohol etc for a week and I'm eating good stuff. Only a few hours in at this stage, so haven't had my snack of raw nuts yet but you better believe that's a coming.
And I am cheating for lunch as a team member is leaving work so we're having lunch out. But I'll go the healthy option, whatever the pub down the road pretends is in any way healthy.
I'm not really too worried about missing out, really I'm not. I just need to install some sense of discipline for the first time in 30 years. But fear not dear readers, this moderately love handled tall drink of sweetwater will not rest until the transformation into MegaGeorge Clooney (without the smugness) is complete! Or perhaps a not-as-muscled up Christian Bale (without as many angry outbursts).
Yours Detoxingly,
Prof Dave
Ok first day of detox for me and Mrs Professor today. Started the day out bright with a charming breakfast of slightly taste challenged porridge with lovely stewed apple and 'forrest' berry. I don't really understand porridge - if it looks like baby vomit and tastes like baby.... well you get the idea.
Anyway I'm on calorie king now, off bread, dairy, coffee and alcohol etc for a week and I'm eating good stuff. Only a few hours in at this stage, so haven't had my snack of raw nuts yet but you better believe that's a coming.
And I am cheating for lunch as a team member is leaving work so we're having lunch out. But I'll go the healthy option, whatever the pub down the road pretends is in any way healthy.
I'm not really too worried about missing out, really I'm not. I just need to install some sense of discipline for the first time in 30 years. But fear not dear readers, this moderately love handled tall drink of sweetwater will not rest until the transformation into MegaGeorge Clooney (without the smugness) is complete! Or perhaps a not-as-muscled up Christian Bale (without as many angry outbursts).
Yours Detoxingly,
Prof Dave
Wednesday, 30 May 2012
Hearing Impaired Land Mass
Finally my copy of 'Silent Hill HD collection' arrived from Taiwan or wherever yesterday and I got stuck into Silent Hill 2 on my trusty noisy PS3.
For those not in the know, Silent Hill is a franchise of 'survival horror' games characterised by weird settings and alternate realities, violent beings seemingly from YOUR OWN NIGHTMARES. And all you have to battle these things is a plank with a rusty nail on the end.
Initially I thought 'this sucks' as the control scheme is incredibly archaic and the graphics, while nicely HDerized, are still very PS2-like. Also the first 20 minutes are just spent running around a deserted forest and town.
However once I happened upon an abandoned apartment block and was wandering around in the dark, I started to feel that familiar uneasy feeling when I couldn't see shit but I could hear distant shuffling combined with sparse scary chords of the soundtrack.
I entered a dark room with my breath held. I could see light. Also an image which curdled my blood and warded off future hiccups for the remainder of 2012. A woman's torso. Stock still. AAAH! Upon further inspection it turned out to be a valuable torch hanging around a mannequin body. Perfectly normal.
This is the appeal of Silent Hill.
Yours, Brown Pantsingly
Prof Dave
For those not in the know, Silent Hill is a franchise of 'survival horror' games characterised by weird settings and alternate realities, violent beings seemingly from YOUR OWN NIGHTMARES. And all you have to battle these things is a plank with a rusty nail on the end.
Initially I thought 'this sucks' as the control scheme is incredibly archaic and the graphics, while nicely HDerized, are still very PS2-like. Also the first 20 minutes are just spent running around a deserted forest and town.
However once I happened upon an abandoned apartment block and was wandering around in the dark, I started to feel that familiar uneasy feeling when I couldn't see shit but I could hear distant shuffling combined with sparse scary chords of the soundtrack.
I entered a dark room with my breath held. I could see light. Also an image which curdled my blood and warded off future hiccups for the remainder of 2012. A woman's torso. Stock still. AAAH! Upon further inspection it turned out to be a valuable torch hanging around a mannequin body. Perfectly normal.
This is the appeal of Silent Hill.
Yours, Brown Pantsingly
Prof Dave
Tuesday, 29 May 2012
The oil age
Good to see men's hair oil has made a significant comeback, even outside the rockabilly circles.
Been thinking about some sort of hair oil app for smartphones which could yield millions. If anyone ever reads this I've already patented the idea so you're wasting your time.
I don't think I have the kind of head of hair for hair oil or cream. I do like the idea of cream better than oil though. Is that Freudian?
Pretty good standard of Eurovision this year, even though it's still tough to stick with unless you playing Eurovision bingo with the aid of vodka, beer etc. The general style of 'song' seems to be either power ballad or eurotrash vocal trance pop, with obscure local style thrown in here and there.
I did feel sorry for the old grannies from Russia who were up there performing. Putin probably had their families held hostage in the wings.
Your's Slickly,
Prof Dave
Been thinking about some sort of hair oil app for smartphones which could yield millions. If anyone ever reads this I've already patented the idea so you're wasting your time.
I don't think I have the kind of head of hair for hair oil or cream. I do like the idea of cream better than oil though. Is that Freudian?
Pretty good standard of Eurovision this year, even though it's still tough to stick with unless you playing Eurovision bingo with the aid of vodka, beer etc. The general style of 'song' seems to be either power ballad or eurotrash vocal trance pop, with obscure local style thrown in here and there.
I did feel sorry for the old grannies from Russia who were up there performing. Putin probably had their families held hostage in the wings.
Your's Slickly,
Prof Dave
Friday, 25 May 2012
People of the world,
This is my first foray into blogging, thank you so much for joining me.
It's no secret that I'm a man of the people, and like the people south of the the border in the Wales of New South I too was outraged and outraged some more over the ending to the recent State or Origin match.
Somehow it seems the modern game of Rugby League has been reduced to analysing scoring opportunities at .01 frame a second, or 'snail speed' as my old primary school headmaster wouldve said. If you slow down footage slow enough, you can apparently say with all certainty that this player intentionally 'lead with the foot' or the other player 'wasn't playing at the ball'.
Hardly in the spirit of the working man's game is it? Countless players of the past before the digital age probably got away with try scoring murder, however I would rather that than analysing every possible try 58 times from 7.3 different angles before coming to the wrong conclusion.
Blind Freddy himself commented to me that GI lost control of the ball over the line and knocked it on. Despite his lack of visual chops my mate Fred saw from the first replay what the rest of us did - he dropped the ball.
In any case no use crying over spilled cow juice is there. The blues still need to learn how to score tries in order to win the game. That was the overriding factor in Origin 1 2012 and not the dodgy calls. Just please don't ruin the top spectacle of the game of rugby league with too many f**ing camera angles and slow mo.
Also i'm keen to check out the screen adaptation of 'The Woman in Black' starring Harry Potter. Caught the play in london on the west end and it's the best play I've ever seen (haven't seen many, but still). Plenty of chilling moments that make you jump. Check it out.
Friday today, bring on the weekend, and bring on the Eurovision party!
Puzzlingly Yours,
Professor Dave
This is my first foray into blogging, thank you so much for joining me.
It's no secret that I'm a man of the people, and like the people south of the the border in the Wales of New South I too was outraged and outraged some more over the ending to the recent State or Origin match.
Somehow it seems the modern game of Rugby League has been reduced to analysing scoring opportunities at .01 frame a second, or 'snail speed' as my old primary school headmaster wouldve said. If you slow down footage slow enough, you can apparently say with all certainty that this player intentionally 'lead with the foot' or the other player 'wasn't playing at the ball'.
Hardly in the spirit of the working man's game is it? Countless players of the past before the digital age probably got away with try scoring murder, however I would rather that than analysing every possible try 58 times from 7.3 different angles before coming to the wrong conclusion.
Blind Freddy himself commented to me that GI lost control of the ball over the line and knocked it on. Despite his lack of visual chops my mate Fred saw from the first replay what the rest of us did - he dropped the ball.
In any case no use crying over spilled cow juice is there. The blues still need to learn how to score tries in order to win the game. That was the overriding factor in Origin 1 2012 and not the dodgy calls. Just please don't ruin the top spectacle of the game of rugby league with too many f**ing camera angles and slow mo.
Also i'm keen to check out the screen adaptation of 'The Woman in Black' starring Harry Potter. Caught the play in london on the west end and it's the best play I've ever seen (haven't seen many, but still). Plenty of chilling moments that make you jump. Check it out.
Friday today, bring on the weekend, and bring on the Eurovision party!
Puzzlingly Yours,
Professor Dave
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