First it's a dozen documentaries about the history of drugs, and now it's this friggin' Tougher In Alaska horseshit!  WTF?!?!

I mean no disrespect to Alaskans, and the place admittedly looks tough as nails, but this show if totally fucking boring.  Why is it even on the History Channel?  Surely, with today's digital cable boxes, there must be a "Fucking Boring Northwest Wilderness Channel" or something of that sort.

And if I have to hear that bald fuck with the annoying voice say, "IT'S TOUGHER IN ALASKA" one more friggin' time... UGH!!!!

Hippies in the 60s smoking pot and dropping acid.

Club-goers in the 70s doing cocaine.

Heroine this and Ecstasy that.

If I see one more friggin History Channel special on drugs, I just don't know what I'm gonna do...  it's annoying as fuck.

I don't give a flying fuck if people do drugs (as long as they're not doing them "on the job", at least), but I'm just so friggin' tired of hearing about them.  There's more to life than drugs.

Isn't there?!?!

How somber and melancholy this day was.

The skies were grey.  The air was icy.  The ground was a miserable morass of mud and dirty water.  The rain fell contemptuously, to the point where I felt as if I was one of Gonzalo de Cordoba's resolute espadachins (swordsmen), clad in rusting armor and trudging through the muck and mire of the wretched Italian countryside, waiting for the signal to infiltrate the French camp and smash their army to pieces, during the brutal campaign on the Garigliano River, in the Year of Our Lord, 1503.

As I gazed upon the dismal horizon of this twilight world of perpetual sadness and frustration, I briefly, fleetingly felt in touch with those intrepid fighting men who followed El Gran Capitan to glory, over five centuries ago.  The rain fell.  I could almost hear the warm chanting of folk songs, the occasional laughter as comrades-in-arms attempted to break the stifling drudgery of the weather, and the familar drone of the hurdy-gurdy.

How long had it been, since I last saw my Love?  Would I ever hold her again, in that fierce embrace?  These are what I pondered this day, as I sat in the rain, sharpening my sword in preparation for the oncoming battle.

The rain continues to fall.  And the battle has not yet begun...

After enjoying a nice meal of chicken & broccoli w/brown rice, I cracked open my fortune cookie, and it said:

"Keep a green tree in your heart, and one day the singing bird will come."

I taped last night's UFC, and when I got home from Pourman's, it was just when Brock Lesnar had defeated Randy Couture in Round 2.  Thoroughly disheartened, I re-wound the tape to actually watch the fight.  Randy looked alright in Round 1, despite the massive weight/strength disadvantage.  In Round 2 he suddenly got clipped, and went down, where Brock followed with a sort of stiff & clumsy-looking flurry of hammerfists, and that was it.  I re-wound the tape again, and I still can't see where Randy actually got hit, when he went down.  It frankly didn't even look like he took a punch.  But hey, it was 12:30 in the morning, and I was pretty tired, so maybe I missed it.  I'll have to watch it yet again, and play with the slo-mo...

I really wanted Randy to win, for several reasons.  First and foremost, because he's Randy Couture, aka "The Natural", aka "Captain America".  He was one of the first wrestlers in MMA competition to learn about BJJ and submissions.  He used his Greco-Roman background to great effect, time and again.  And he's a stellar example of athleticism, who typically dominates competitors who are much younger than him.

But Brock is a friggin' beast.  He's probably as close as a human being could get, to being a rhinoceros. 

Nevertheless, Randy really didn't seem any worse for wear after the bout, and I don't think he's going to retire.  I suspect that he may still be hungry to eventually lock horns with Fedor, although I seriously doubt he'll be able to win against the dreaded "Last Emperor". 

Getting back to Brock, it's his fanbase that has me potentially annoyed.  I fully realize that Brock is a legitimate combat athlete, who was a four time All American wrestler in college.  And he has good MMA coaches, like veteran shootfighter Erik Paulsen.  That being said, folks still tend to associate him with that WWE Pro "Wrestling" bullshit, so I'm concerned about all the fans of that "Redneck Soap Opera" who are now basking in the rays of Lesnar's victory.  Keep in mind, people, that this victory lends no credence whatsoever to Pro "Wrestling".  The "sport" you love is still FAKE--a circus sideshow of bad haircuts & leaps from the top rope. 

That's my rant for the day.