Affliction DOWN!

I was planning to do a photo blog tonight about my day at the Orange County Fair alas I haven't had the chance to upload my photos to the computer yet.

Instead, we'll talk about one of the happiest days in Dana White's life.

Affliction as a fight promoting company is dead. Not a big shock. I think we all saw it coming at one point or another but I think we also all thought they'd manage to get one more show out before the end. Josh Barnett and his love of being muscly ruined that one, didn't it?

So, with Barnett out, apparently Affliction decided they had no marketable Main Event available to save their show - a fair estimation in my point of view as they had presented no potential opponents that I'd pay to see Fedor against. Now, granted, I wasn't going to pay to see Barnett against Fedor either but...

Once again, there's a vacuum in MMA as Dream, Strike Force, and the UFC will scamper to pick up the pieces - not that there's a lot of pieces worth picking up. Anyone not named Fedor could pretty much have been had at any time.

One more obstacle is out of the way for that Fedor vs Brock match.

But will it be enough?

Oh, and don't get me started on the Tito Ortiz stuff!

This Is The World We Live In

I don't know if I should be disgusted or frightened.

Sweet, Sweet Vinyl

After a pair of technological challenges tonight that had me ready to throw my TV off the balcony, there was one shining light that illuminated the path to happiness on this summer evening.

Vinyl.

At long last, I bought a turntable on Saturday at the local Guitar Center. And yes, I returned that one and got a different one on Monday. But nonetheless, I finally had a turntable to play all the old vinyl I had brought home from one of my most recent visits to my Mom's house as well as a batch of newer stuff the Missus and I have slowly been gathering on trips to Amoeba.

Tonight, the turntable was hooked up to the new sound system and nirvana was achieved [ooh, make note to buy Nevermind and Unplugged on vinyl.]

The test record was something old and damaged that I didn't care if I fucked up. There was sound! Audible sound! This was immediately better than the one I bought Saturday that didn't have a pre-amp like the guy told me [or at least, I think he told me.]

We moved on to another. Another old one but this one was something I knew at least - "Soul & Inspiration" by the Righteous Brothers. Ahh, the long-lost pop and crack and hiss of vinyl was alive once more. The record was in pretty bad shape and although it was just fun to hear music off of vinyl again, I started digging for some newer stuff that might sound better.

A Black Kids EP I picked up at Amoeba after Record Store Day was next... just so we could hear "I'm Not Gonna Teach Your Boyfriend How To Dance With You." It was fantastic to hear on vinyl although it sounded pretty much like I'd expect it to on CD or MP3.

Vampire Weekend was next - a full-length I'd bought months ago since it also contained digital copies of the album.

One word: GLORIOUS!

The sound was alive and was beautiful. I could hear subtle things that I had never picked up on digital copies before. The pop and hiss was just enough to make me smile while the music itself took flight. We listened to the entire album - a rarity in these times of 99 cent singles and artists who couldn't make a full album worth buying if their lives depended on it. It's an era where the single is king but for one record, I was back in a time when I knew songs by their name and not by a track number... where I knew the next song coming up and the one after that and the one after that... and even if I needed to wait 10 minutes at the end of the album for a hidden song. An entire album in one sitting? Like I said... glorious.

The Missus took over DJ duties at that point, putting on a copy of the Go-Go's "Beauty And The Beach" that we had picked up at Amoeba a few months ago. The second song that came up sparked a, "I've never heard this before - what is it?" from me - a sure sign that we may be embarking on a new era of DEEP CUTS!

We called it a night after that but immediately started making a list of vinyl to buy in the near future - perhaps as soon as Monday as my eyes are looking west towards Amoeba and a first-time trip to Origami. The pile of vinyl on the floor that we need to work through is staggering but just as much as I can't wait to hear albums I've heard time and time again, I'm equally as excited to dust off my Grandma's old Johnny Cash albums [mostly gospel but fuck it, it's Cash] for the very first time.

A Sign Of The Apocalypse

At several points throughout the past few days, I've lamented the fact that I'll be missing my second Comic-Con in a row. However, I just read something that makes me quite glad I'm not there...

The "New Moon" panel at San Diego Comic-Con might not start for another 18 hours, but "Twilight" fans aren't taking a chance on missing it!

The most dedicated fans started lining up two days early just to make sure they could get a front row seat to see Robert Pattinson, Kristen Stewart, Taylor Lautner and other stars of the movie. As the final
night before the big panel begins now, there are already more than 500 people camping out to attend the most anticipated panel at Comic-Con.

Hatred. Sweet, sweet hatred.

As The World Turns

Sometimes the best soap operas are in real life. And I say that as someone who has watched soap operas for my entire life.

I kinda didn't want to write about this but it's getting more interesting all the time. While Raw is struggling to try to make me come back after my 30 days off, ECW is slightly entertaining, and Smackdown is flat out great... well, the real excitement in competitor TNA is off-camera.

Here's the story...

Jeff Jarrett has been the creative force behind TNA for almost the entire time since he created it. Kurt Angle has been with TNA for a few years now - a move that many thought could possibly edge TNA at least past ECW in the pecking order of pro wrestling. Jarrett returned to TV a few months ago in what seemed to be a pretty decent comeback.

And then the news broke...

A TNA "insider" called the Bubba The Love Sponge radio show with his voice disguised to give a big piece of breaking news. Kurt's divorced wife, Karen, had taken her kids and moved in with Jeff Jarrett, himself a widower.

Then it gets a little more interesting as Jarrett is suddenly removed from television by Dixie Carter, who essentially bankrolls TNA in what many are considering a "suspension." Angle is telling everyone that he'll soon have Jarrett's job in creative because if he doesn't, there's no chance he'll stick with TNA when his contract is up.

Fun stuff, no?

So, if Angle gets control of TNA creative, does anyone really think they'd be worse off?

Is it possible that Jeff Jarrett deciding to fuck Karen Angle may be the best thing to ever happen to TNA?

That'd be one of the greatest stories in wrestling history.

A Barrage Of Digg News

The good, the bad, and the crazy brought to you by the fine folks at Digg this morning...

*** Speaking of crazy, how 'bout that Catholic Church? I'm sure I'll take some heat for that comment from my church-going wife but this time, I've got proof in this story that tells the tale of a 9-year old girl in Brazil who was raped and impregnated by her stepfather. She got an abortion from a sympathetic doctor and the all-too-powerful Catholic Church responded by ex-communicating the girl and the doctor and anyone else who assisted with her getting the procedure done. Awesome. You've gotta love the theory that the Church's policies are more important than the physical and mental well-being of its followers. But hey, everything happens for a reason, right?

*** As someone who was among the first people booted off of Napster thanks to Metallica, I took special interest in this story with Lars taking great pride in their part in bringing what was once [and my opinion, all time] the best file-sharing platform ever. When asked about the downfall of Napster, Lars says, "You have to give props to the other side because they did run a brilliant campaign, and they did portray me and Metallica as being greedy rock pigs and luddites who were completely behind what was happening technologically. But I am proud of what we did, and what we stood up for." Good grief, Charlie Brown. Talk about delusional.

*** THIS is how Walter Cronkite should be remembered. For the legacy he leaves that today's media couldn't dare dream to live up to. If you only read one of these articles posted today, read this one because my words couldn't do it justice.

EPIC FAIL!

Damn.

After over a year - WELL over a year - of posting each and every day on this blog come rain or come shine, I have failed you - the loyal readers of YMB,B!

I got so caught up in my own shit yesterday, I completely forgot about all y'all.

And it's not like I had some huge event going on yesterday to take my mind elsewhere but between leaving here early for the Farmers Market and spending most of the day trying to reroute and re-run every wire to every piece of electronic equipment in our living room including a new Home Theater System and turntable... well, I got a little pre-occupied.

Alas, I failed you all and totally didn't even realize it until I was on my way home from work tonight around 8. That's how badly I forgot!

Please forgive me, my loyal fanbase. Pretty please with sugar on top!