I am a wimp, a lover not a fighter, but I am addicted to watching quality MMA. My fave MMA fighter totally dominated again tonight, as George St. Pierre outclassed Dan Hardy for 25 minutes at UFC 111. I like Dan Hardy and his bravado, I get a kick out of his antics, but against GSP he had nothing. I laughed out loud after the fourth round, when Hardy’s cornerman advised, “You’ve got to hit him now!” Wow, thanks for the great coaching, nothing doing bud.
On the flipside, I actually wish GSP had done more hitting as well. Although he dominated and controlled Hardy (and yes, nearly submitted him twice), I was hoping George would do enough damage to stop the fight or at least make his opponent’s face look like a half chewed apple. But c’mon, George was awesome, nobody can hang with the Canadian in the Welterweight division, they don’t even get a sniff.
I’m hoping GSP’s next opponent will be a middleweight, hopefully he can work his way up to a dream super fight with Anderson Silva.
One more note, I watched the PPV tonight on ADTHE.net using the feed from Veetle, it came in really clear and steady. Not HD quality but great for me.
Sometimes I find it extremely frustrating finding good feedback on books, the internet gives us the ability to access a myriad of opinions, the trick is finding the right one. I didn’t do my due diligence this time and got burned, somehow I listened to popular opinion, bad idea.
The Name of the Wind is Patrick Rothfuss’ debut novel, a fantastical first installment of a planned trilogy, centered around the hero Kvothe and his beginnings. There begins my problems with the book, I found Kvothe to be irritating, smug and too perfectly talented and intelligent. The guy is brilliant at everything, it all comes naturally to him from music to fighting to magic, all without much struggle. The guy is flawless, hard to relate to, and therefor unbelievable, I just didn’t care.
Lesson learned, from now on I go to SFSite.com first for my sci fi/fantasy reading need to know.
Despite being a little shunned at the Oscars last night I still am a big fan of Avatar, it’s world building and visuals were top notch.
The film has it’s critics though, many have criticized it’s weak story and characters. I think the criticisms are warranted, but to me it’s a question of whether or not the good outweighs the bad. So anywho, here’s a mash-up from one such critic to illustrate the similarities of the stories of Pocahontas and Avatar.
Andre Agassi has always been an eye catcher. When I started watching tennis as a teen he wore flashy fluorescent clothes, had an awfully wondrous mullet and was personified as a rebel. His career of ups and downs, his famous spouses and Canon camera commercials always made him intriguing and kept him in the limelight. Looking back and with the insight gained from reading his autobiography Open, I think there is so much interesting about his smile, his hurried stilted movement and his eyes.
While reading Open, I had fun hearing about the behind the scene moments of Andre’s tennis matches and celebrity encounters but much more impressive was the growth of the person Andre. Agassi is brutally honest about his need for love and acceptance, his self loathing and the eventual process of finding peace with family and the good and bad of life. His subtle faith was inspiring to me, not preachy or in your face, but truthful and constant.
So, for the record I loved the book, the best I’ve read this year, I recommend it highly. It was written with the honesty and candor that I would like in my own life story, it seemed as if it was therapy for a public person who was largely misinterpreted by us all.
It’s official, HBO has greenlighted ten episodes based on my favorite fantasy series A Game Of Thrones. I’ve raved about these books in the past and my feelings haven’t changed, I can’t wait until next spring to see what HBO does with the series. Here’s a list of the cast:
I love to watch the Olympics, as is the case with me and most sports. I love to watch the best in the world succeed and fail, the euphoria, elation or devastation written all over their faces. I love to watch athletic competition, and really love to root for my team.
So I watched these 2010 Olympics with my athletics loving, Canada supporting glasses on, the failures and successes of both the athletes and the games in general were a little bit personal for me. At the start of the games I tried not to take any negativity about the event personally, such as the weather conflicts and the problems with the hydraulics on Catrina LeMay-Doan’s giant joint. As the games wore on and our medal success climbed and climbed I, like so many Canadians, championed each athlete as my own relative.
But what I am most proud of is the way Canadians seemed to take pride in our country as a whole. We stuck out our chests, screamed, drank lots of Molson Canadian, and we wore red, lots of red dammit. I guess one could see it as kind of a phony, “hey,look at my red mittens” excuse to party, but I’m hoping it’s more than that. I’m hopeful that this new found national pride will transfer and trickle down into our politics and every day life, that we will mature as a nation and stop wondering what the USA thinks of us. It would be nice if terms like western alienation, Toronto the center of the universe and the Bloq weren’t necessary anymore. I hope it will help us to move from being Aboriginals, Europeans, Asians etc. that live in Canada to just plain old Canadians.
I am a wimp, a lover not a fighter, but I am addicted to watching quality MMA. My fave MMA fighter totally dominated again tonight, as George St. Pierre outclassed Dan Hardy for 25 minutes at UFC 111. I like Dan Hardy and his bravado, I get a kick out of his antics, but against GSP he had nothing. I laughed out loud after the fourth round, when Hardy’s cornerman advised, “You’ve got to hit him now!” Wow, thanks for the great coaching, nothing doing bud.
Sometimes I find it extremely frustrating finding good feedback on books, the internet gives us the ability to access a myriad of opinions, the trick is finding the right one. I didn’t do my due diligence this time and got burned, somehow I listened to popular opinion, bad idea.
Andre Agassi has always been an eye catcher. When I started watching tennis as a teen he wore flashy fluorescent clothes, had an awfully wondrous mullet and was personified as a rebel. His career of ups and downs, his famous spouses and Canon camera commercials always made him intriguing and kept him in the limelight. Looking back and with the insight gained from reading his autobiography 
I love to watch the Olympics, as is the case with me and most sports. I love to watch the best in the world succeed and fail, the euphoria, elation or devastation written all over their faces. I love to watch athletic competition, and really love to root for my team.
