We gotta get "Main Event of the Dead" rolling. Need some sense that my efforts can be rewarded.

I hate to make resolutions, but "Main Event of the Dead" has to be completed this year. Of course I need some help, and unfortunately, I cannot count on anyone to deliver except me. Aside from my family, I can only think of three people that have gone to the bat for me. One of them is dead, one got me arrested over a coke head, and the other is a wrestling promoter.


Read the entire blog at http://maineventofthedead.com.

Nothing horrific in the world to talk about, so let's talk about Dario Argento

Actually, there is a lot of horrific stuff going on in this world.

1. Topeka, KS legalizing domestic abuse for 24 hours.
2. Republicans blocking the jobs bill, and morons from Morton just blaming Obama.
3. WWE encouraging fans to cheer on the risk taking that led to a double murder suicide (let's not forget them "canning" the only commentator who showed respect to the women's division).

I guess being overworked at my job prevents me from getting to lunch on time, so I cannot keep up with the evening news. Too busy being pissed about anything beside the crappy work conditions.

The Man or Astroman concert may have left me in a sunnier disposition, and fortunately, Netflix expecting to be paid during the second pay period has made being broke a little easier to tolerate.

Of course, with my cynical nature has also allowed me to realize the downside to $15.99 service. I've almost caught up with the entire Dario Argento library that came after his "Animal Trilogy." Maybe I'm a poor example of taste not seeing those films, but the Italian Horror Genre is so much more fun when the disturbing visuals straddle the border of being tasteless. It is now back to catching up on American directors since the Takashi Miike works that I haven't seen may be a bit much even for me.

Does anyone have any suggestions on directors that I haven't had enough exposure to? Aside from "The Following" and "The Illusionist," I'm caught up on Christopher Noland, and I acknowledge I got the DiCaprio/Scorsese collaborations to catch on. What else am I missing?

In the mean time, to clear my head so that I may start working on the website for my screenplay "Main Event of the Dead" and restoring access to the original Harshside.com files, I've decided to write a quick run down of Argento's most recent films (sans "Masters of Horror" and the film he stiffed Adrian Brody on). Hopefully, this will expose some of the so called twisted movie fans to find their ideal introduction to the director.

Check out the list at MainEventoftheDead.com and determine if my film knowledge and satirical nature can translate to producing and screenwriting.

Would King Diamond take time off for Grandma?

9/28/11: Would King Diamond take time off for Grandma?

It turns out that Jamaicans do not understand English as well as Filipinos do. I don't like picking on those who do not speak our language, but when you are getting paid to speak it, comprehend it.

Now if I want to walk that stereotype line, the language barrier isn't the issue, it's the relaxed culture. You would hope the Yanks who are reinventing the training program for my lame-duck position would be partaking, but they know that would prevent them from bitching at us because we cannot repair their fuck ups.

They got to go out of their way to treat us better. It is damn near intolerable. We are so understaffed, if I was management, I would have demanded better proof that I need to get out of work to see my dying grandma than a text message. Even the dumbest cell phones have camera phones. If a boss demanded visual evidence, and you provided it to them, they should probably feel so shitty that they will give you a couple of extra bereavement days off.

Check out the rest of this blog at "Main Event of the Dead.com and let me know if my satire and movie knowledge should produce a Pro-Wrestling Zombie movie.

Illinois Junkies and Smoking Orangutans of Polynesia.

A possible blessing at work. The lead on the weekends has put in their two weeks notice. Since I work weekdays until the demise of my current position, hopefully this will lead the higher ups to just give up handling the relatively slow weekends. There are only two other people who want to focus of those days, and I'm sure with the lack of other weekend positions, they'll either adjust, or wish us all the best of luck in our future purgatorial (and that is actually a word, thanks Firefox spell check) positions.

Just because I don't want to be an asshole, doesn't mean I cannot be a fan of the art. From a creative standpoint, you got to appreciate all philosophies to come up with the pro and the antagonist to make the work believable. The only problem with this is acknowledging that you do try to think like the scumbags for any reason. This is where I come off looking like a jerk damn near 100% of the time.

To the one who received their proper reward for partaking in the higher education system:

What about being a team player? The last kid who left on his own terms was relocating out of state with his parents which justifies leaving the sinking ship. Can't you let those junkies wait? I know White Oak does?

That is why I could never get rid of the addicts who ruined by credit. No beds to put them in. Bullshit reasoning. It isn't like they cared if they had a bed, at least from my experience. Hence why they allowed me, the caregiver, the mattress.

To read about the pratical aspect of the rant, visit my Zombie/Pro-Wrestling themed blog at MainEventofthedead.com.

Overtime, Super Bowl Champions, and Crappy Web Sites: If I needed a reason to drink or hire an attorney

I'd like to save the final third of a handle of Stoli in my freezer, but today was one of those days. Actually, it's been couple of weeks, but I digress. If I wasn't a stubborn prick, I'd probably be drinking till I cleaned out my sinuses.

Never have I missed an hour of work because of my drinking. For my coworker who brings up, what about that Sunday a year ago, I swear that was a sinus attack, or it was something I ate (giggidy). It was more likely God being that funny asshole to make sure I couldn't keep that glow after my first one night stand. No good lay goes unpunished. If that isn't the gospel truth, what is?

And I guess it goes for good deeds to. I feel I was bullied into a 1:00 pm to 1:30 am shift tomorrow because someone does not have the friends or family to drive them to work. Actually, that should be an ego boost. I at least have enough family so this would not happen. Still, if I don't do this, the job will only get worse. It's just corporate bullshit.

My job is getting phased out (my employment is not at risk), so no one will be hired to handle the insane work load. But no exceptions will be made to terminating employees. Because of this, someone who doesn't have eight hours of earned time, despite they do have five, the company (HGS) feels it's grounds for being shit canned.

Because someone on a third shift cannot come in for an entire shift on a weekend morning (saving the company at least $30 in wages), the powers that be think it would be better to hurt their employees who they abuse enough by firing someone who cannot come in for one night.

And they would do it. They released someone who they hired, and knew suffered from MS because he could not overcome it in a timely manner. Some say there are too many lawyers, but if you have one, no one will fuck with you. That is the only possible way some brainless bitch (I just don't want to accuse her of being a sociopath) who cannot even be 30 years old can claim carpal tunnel and back issues, and collect workers comp for over a year.

Law, a profession that must be regulated by the government. If you put a reasonable cap on what they can make, everyone will have the same chance to become the next Casey Anthony, and there is noway that we would have to deal with the next generations of Kardashians.

Check out the rest of this blog at Main Event of the Dead dot Com and let me know if my humor and movie knowledge can translate into a Pro-Wrestling Zombie comedy.