I am a senior writer for FaceToHeel.com, a newly launched site that covers all things wrestling. Over the past couple months, we’ve covered some amazing topics, met some great people via Twitter at @facetoheel, and learned a hell of a lot along the way. We’ve live tweeted PPVs, posted instant feedback after matches, and have found new ways of looking at the business of wrestling entertainment. Little by little, we are growing and expanding in our efforts to cover and discuss more about what is going on currently, what’s happened in the past, and what the future might bring.
In an effort to get to know our readers better, I have a challenge for all of you. When a wrestler debuts, there are a couple of things that can immediately determine their success; what they are wearing and what music they walk out to. I’m not all that interested in fashion at the moment, but I have always been fascinated at how a song can influence the way the audience views a wrestler. Just like we tend to judge people based on the music they listen to, we judge a wrestler by the music they enter the arena to. WWE’s Dean Ambrose becomes even more unstable and manic, Jack Swagger turns into the ultimate patriot, Adam Rose is a wacky joke, and The Miz is a conceited prick. TNA’s Angelina Love and Velvet Sky are the ultimate drama queens, Mr. Anderson is a man on a mission, and Chris Melendez is an American hero.
Eventually, certain songs become iconic. The car crash before Mick Foley’s song hits, the breaking glass signaling the entrance of Stone Cold, the ringing of the bells welcoming Undertaker; we all instantly and almost uncontrollably react. When Real American starts to play, thousands of fans promise to take their vitamins as they cheer for Hulk Hogan. If CM Punk’s opening riff ever rings out again, half of the world will entirely lose their minds. We may not always realize it, but entrance music is vital to a wrestler’s success and their lasting power.
On that note, have you ever thought about what your entrance music would be? Imagine you’re about to debut on Impact Wrestling or on Monday Night Raw. You’re in your full gear and ready to go. You stretch a bit, staring ahead at the curtain, just waiting to break through into that massive arena filled with screaming fans. Finally, you hear your music hit. What song would it be?
If you have a great answer and you would like to be featured in a FaceToHeel.com article, please contact me immediately at email@example.com or on Twitter at @_CutePoison. Your answer will be used in an upcoming article and you will be credited by your Twitter handle, your Facebook page, or another social media outlet of your choosing. Depending on the response, there is an opportunity for the best answer to get their own feature article. Please reach out as soon as possible for details and questions. We at F2H have been doing a lot of talking lately; now it’s your turn to speak!
My husband told me about this quote earlier today and it made me smile like an idiot. In the last few months, I’ve seen royalty checks from my ebooks (under a pen name; don’t bother asking what it is) and I’ve finally had money hit my bank account directly from this blog. I ended up using those funds for groceries and Christmas gifts, but it was money earned off of my writing all the same that helped put food on the table and gave me a cushion so I wasn’t worried about rent or other bills. I have been getting paid to spout of nonsense and I couldn’t be happier.
Writing has always been a passion of mine. While I often stumble in conversations or in any public speaking scenario, my thoughts always flow freely when my fingers are dancing across a keyboard. I used to make money in college by writing papers for other students; what took them hours was 20 minutes of easy work for me. I always got As in English classes and could bullshit my way through any test with essay questions. My parents used to task me to write poems for family members for various occasions; one of my poems scored me an A in drama class for a dramatic read, and it was also the last time I ever shared my poetry with anyone. Writing can be very personal for me or a means to an end, but either way it makes me feel passion and makes me feel alive.
I am by no means trying to say I’m a huge talent, a big success, or anything else along those lines. I’m just some chick with a blog who went and threw a couple of ebooks on Amazon and hoped to not be crucified by the general public. I have no idea what I’m doing and no idea what the hell I’ll do in the future outside of continuing to put words to paper in one place or another. As much as I’d love to turn my passion into my career, I don’t know what avenue to pursue, how to start, or even if I possess enough talent to be noticed. The money I’ve made over the past few months is amazing, but it’s hardly enough to keep my family and I afloat.
Before you suggest it, I am not fishing for any compliments here. I know my level of talent and I know how it stacks up against others. I know that people with less talent than me go on to be wildly successful and people more talented than me stay hidden in the shadows. I have no desire to be famous, but I do desire success. My gift is the ability to tell a story, be it 500 words of whining about my day or thousands of words about a personal experience or a dream I wish was reality. No gift should be wasted, so I’m determined to do something with mine.
I was recently inspired by others to do something myself. I need to start taking some actual steps. Submitting articles. Looking for freelance work. Being pushy. No one is more critical of my writing than I am, so I feel confident that I can create some quality material to put out in the world and earn a buck or two off of. And hopefully down the line, maybe five years from now or maybe fifteen, I can leave behind the job I do for money and put my focus into a job I do for love.
The WordPress.com stats helper monkeys prepared a 2012 annual report for this blog. I thought it was pretty darn cool, so I’m posting this preview and a link. If you blog with WordPress as well, I encourage you to go read your report and see how you did in 2012! They also give you the option to blog your results, which does 98% of the work for you. Enjoy!
Here’s an excerpt:
19,000 people fit into the new Barclays Center to see Jay-Z perform. This blog was viewed about 130,000 times in 2012. If it were a concert at the Barclays Center, it would take about 7 sold-out performances for that many people to see it.
One of my favorite things about social media, blogging, and other areas of the internet where one can say virtually anything is the freedom it gives me to be uncensored and to air out my frustrations without running the risk of offending or harming anyone. In theory anyway. One of the bigger ways this is done by myself and many other people is by using the sometimes loved and often hated subtweet. Let’s be honest; we all have at least one friend who tends to rub us the wrong way on a regular basis. They can be frustrating and push you to the point where you have to say something. Rather than confront them directly, a vague tweet can get that frustration out without offending the person. Is it immature? Sure, but it’s almost a guarantee that the person you’re referring to is hardly the picture of maturity themselves. I also find it healthier to be a bit immature and calm as opposed to being 100% mature and 100% frustrated.
The thing about a subtweet is that it only has the power to offend you if you are either feeling guilty or actually are guilty of whatever behavior or characteristic is being referenced. If someone posts a tweet about people who complain about their job and how sad they are, I’m likely going to feel a pang of guilt because I vent quite a bit about my job and my crazy coworkers. If someone posts a tweet about being stuck up or being trashy, I feel nothing because it doesn’t apply to me. I exploded last night over a handful of people posting about a character death on The Walking Dead (which I have yet to watch because Dexter is on at the same time, so it’s currently sitting on the DVR). The only people it had the power to anger were those who let loose with show details in a careless manner.
If you are offended when I talk about dishonest people or shallow attention seekers, chances are you fit the description and are annoyed that it’s not going unnoticed. If that is the case, why waste time being angry at me? Perhaps your time is better spent looking in the mirror and trying to figure out what it is about your actions and personality that caused you to take my comment about liars as a personal attack. The fact that you’re taking it personally is a clear sign that you’re aware of your fault(s). I’m sorry that you’re frustrated about your transparency, but I’m not sorry for pointing out your flaw(s). I’m not responsible for you feeling guilty about something, I’m not responsible for you instantly assuming you were the worthless person I was referring to, and I’m not responsible for you getting all kinds of cranky about it.
One interesting thing about subtweeting is how difficult it is to escape. Even those who find it appalling, immature, and juvenile will do it now and then. Whether they are complaining about habitual subtweeters or about something more specific, it’s almost a guarantee that somewhere on their timeline, you’ll find a vague complaint about a person or group of people that was posted out of frustration and with a little bit of hope that the right person would read it and take a hint. It’s always funny to see a subtweet about how annoying and immature subtweeting is, but it goes to show you how easy it is to let one slip out of frustration.
I completely agree that it’s immature and can be very annoying. It’s an obnoxious thing to do and doesn’t properly address any problem existing between the person making the statement and the person or people it affects. That being said, it’s not a behavior I plan on stopping and it’s not one I will apologize for. It’s incredibly therapeutic for me to be able to use Twitter as an outlet to vent about certain wastes of human life or about good people who sometimes do dumb things. It also does not have the power to harm anyone unless they allow it to do so; I’m unaffected by someone’s comment about obnoxious people so long as I choose to ignore it or choose to decide that it does not apply to me.
One thing I find particularly hilarious is when I’ll make a comment about a less desirable personality trait with a certain person in mind and it ends up ticking off a completely different person that wasn’t even on my radar. It happens more than it should, making me wonder why these people think they are always on my mind and are always the subject matter of my comments. Do they really think they’re that important, or are they just feeling bad about their behavior and getting annoyed that what I say applies to them? It’s even better when they first react, then go into “I don’t care” mode to try to play it off. If you don’t care, why react at all?
A subtweet only has the power to hurt you if you give it permission to do so. If you’re not cheating on your girlfriend, a comment about cheaters can’t hurt you and isn’t aimed at you. If you’re not a drama queen, you have no reason to pay attention to tweets insulting people who are. It’s embarrassingly simple. By overreacting to subtweets, even if they are aimed at you, you’re only succeeding in drawing attention to yourself and giving everyone watching the impression that you are indeed guilty of the bad behavior referenced.
I’m not going to stop commenting on whoever I want to comment about, people in general aren’t going to stop subtweeting or posting cryptic things elsewhere, and we’re never going to find a way to stop getting offended over comments, regardless of whether or not they are directed at us. The only sensible things to do are to either cut people out of your life, or when that isn’t possible, ignore them and honestly laugh off their nonsense. Don’t post back “Oh, you’re so clever. #WhoCares” as it clearly shows you do care. You have to stop caring and let their jabs fly over your head. By not allowing them to affect you and by letting it breeze by you, you take away their power and you become the bigger person.
I’m not writing this from atop my high horse; I have engaged in petty subtweet wars and allowed comments from people to get under my skin. I’m the first to admit that I’m guilty of certain bad behaviors. That said, I’m not currently steaming mad because some dumbass is complaining on Twitter about people with kids always being too busy to hang out. Sure, it applies to me, but is it worth caring about? Do I really want to associate with someone who thinks I’d be a better friend if I dump my kid off at any place possible so I can hit the town and get drunk? The best decision is to make these types of people invisible. And with this blog, I officially make the worst offender of the above behavior an invisible and voiceless being. You won’t be missed.
Courtesy of a free Redbox rental promo, I picked up The Unknown for my husband and I to watch and hopefully be terrified by. The Unknown is an original anthology series from Crackle, starring Dominic Monaghan as an anonymous blogger who works to delve into events of the supernatural, the strange, and the controversial. The series was created by Chris Collins (Sons of Anarchy) with individual episodes directed by Sam Nicholson (The Walking Dead), Kevin Connolly (Entourage), and Martha Coolidge (Real Genius). There are six stand alone episodes in The Unknown, with Monaghan’s character as the only constant between them.
Monaghan makes for a strange character, seeming to live a very secluded life in his apartment and communicating mostly online anonymously. His walls are littered with newspaper and magazine clippings and his furniture is buried under books. He does receive visitors on occasion, as shown in “Prime Cut” where the restaurant blogger pays him a visit so that he may sample the unique cuisine, but the visit is obviously not personal as it is related to his research and his possible obsession.
For the most part, the characters in the separate chapters are pretty compelling. I will admit, the first story “Relapse” did not succeed in drawing me in as I wanted it to, leaving me wondering if I had made a mistake in renting this movie. It was confusing at times, jumping from the past to the present and not really establishing how one thing related to the next. It quickly became apparent though, when the female lead was forced to face her past and discover who she truly is. The stories melded together and then we were on to the next. “Yesterday” featured a frightened husband who seems to be spying on his family from outside of the house by utilizing nanny cams. He rushes inside to help his family after seeing a hooded figure threatening the pair inside. What he eventually discovers is quite shocking but also something that could potentially happen in the real world, unlike the preceding story where you have to believe the unbelievable.
Once we got to “Prime Cut,” this series had my full attention. The chef and owner of a local high-end restaurant is naturally stressed when a popular food blogger comes in, especially since the blogger is known for his scathing reviews. In his haste to please, the chef accidentally puts something in his ceviche that doesn’t belong. He leaves his station long enough for a female sous chef to finish the dish and send the tainted ceviche to the blogger. To their surprise, the blogger loves it and posts a rave review. Fast forward to three months later, and the chef and owner is accused of being a one trick pony. He and his female assistant attempt to alter their secret ingredient, resulting in failure. Realizing they have to stick to the original is where this chapter takes a turn into skin-crawling and gory territory. This is definitely one of the best chapters.
In “Life Sentence,” we see the typical prison situation that we see in films. After a horrific murder scene, a new inmate is introduced to the prison and placed across from a prisoner scheduled for release in a week. The new prisoner, like many, proclaims his innocence. Unlike others, he blames his current situation on demonic forces. This chapter was interesting, if not slightly predictable. My main complaint is that the graphics and effects used on the evil forces were pretty terrible. Had they kept it subtle, they would have been golden, but they instead chose to add odd elements to the demons that made them comical rather than scary.
“Spare The Child” begins with a devastating tsunami that wipes out almost an entire village. A visiting man comes to next to the dead body of a young girl. He begs a local villager to save her and the villager agrees, gathering what look like orange cherry tomatoes from the brush and reviving the dead girl. His assistance comes with a price and at first, the man is willing to pay; he is able to create a miracle pharmaceutical drug from one of the mysterious berries he took with him. Due to interference from his wife, the man is unable to keep his promise to the villager. The price he had to pay was high and the end was not what I expected at all.
We end with “Privacy Settings” which begins with a seemingly entitled woman who thrives on feeling important. It’s not long before a hacker worms his (or her) way into her life. Her job requires that she maintain a positive public image, something her new stalker seems determined to destroy. Her webcam is one of the private things in her life that is hacked, something that has been in the news recently as a problem due to malicious software, so her stalker is able to spy on her in the privacy of her home. The end result of the work of her stalker is shocking and sad.
Overall, there were enough elements in the series to keep me interested. You can watch The Unknown trailer here: http://www.crackle.com/c/The_Unknown or just look it up on YouTube. If you look on YouTube or on Crackle’s site, you can watch the single episodes. “Prime Cut,” “Spare The Child,” and “Privacy Settings” are the must watch episodes; the other three are decent but feel free to skip over them if you don’t want to watch it in its entirety as I did. It was a nice addition to our Halloween movie playlist and “Prime Cut” succeeded in grossing me out today at lunch as I ate my pizza and the cheese slipped off and it reminded me of… well, go see for yourself.
My husband can do more with the English language than I could ever dream of. I often delete blogs of my own because he beats me to the punch and posts about the subject better than I ever could. Find him here: http://theearthtourist.com/
Reality television generally shows us backstabbing, drama, and people being generally awful. Ben Starr defied that on Masterchef and is one of the sweetest and most genuine people to ever grace my TV screen. His blog is here: http://benstarr.com/blog/
Does the thought of an angry woodchuck intrigue you? Please check out my favorite commenter and a person wildly more intelligent than me when it comes to politics and many other things. His blog is here: http://angrywoodchucksblog.com/
Are you a fan of horror? Isn’t everyone? If you’re ever curious about whether or not a film is worth checking out or you just want to see what someone else thought of a movie, go here: http://horrorbore.com/
I just recently began following this blog because the author left a couple of comments on my page. Very glad I chose to give it a follow. Check out Thomas for yourself and see what you think: http://btkh03.wordpress.com/
And finally, some self promotion. Kind of. Follow me on Twitter here: http://twitter.com/_cutepoison I’m a bit vulgar at times, so be warned.
Once upon a time, a long long time ago, back when MySpace mattered, I conducted a bit of an experiment. A friend had forwarded me a link to the MySpace profile of a woman who blogged every day without fail and who had quite a large following. After a couple weeks of reading her material, I realized that while she did attract a lot of attention, she wasn’t a very talented writer, nor was she overly interesting or funny. She was a pretty ordinary woman who happened to have a great number of admirers, as well as a group of haters, which resulted in hundred of comments on each of her blogs. I figured if this woman could make people interested in her, so could I. I spent a few minutes each day inviting people to my blog which I posted every day during the work week. The more people I invited to view what I wrote, the larger my following grew. It was a pretty easy process.
As quickly as I built it up, I let it fall apart. Rather than be something I enjoyed, it became a chore. I felt obligated to get on there daily and post something, whether I felt like writing or not. I felt obligated to act as though I liked the people who read and commented, even though a great deal of them meant nothing to me and some were downright obnoxious. I succeeded in gaining a following but losing the fun in blogging.
The whole reason I started the blog, and the reason I began doing it in the first place was because I desired an outlet, somewhere to pour out my thoughts and ease the pressure on my mind. I write for me and no one else. I don’t care if this is read by 1 person or 100 people and I don’t care if anyone likes or dislikes it. I’m not an author and I’m not selling my words. I have a project I’m currently working on that I do plan on publishing and (hopefully) getting a bit of cash for, but this blog isn’t it. It’s dreadfully easy to gain popularity for a blog, as I found out, but it’s just not for me.
During my time on WordPress, I’ve received offers in various forms from people to read and comment on my blog if I will also please read and comment on theirs, the goal being to gain enough popularity to be featured on the homepage. The furthest I’ve ever gotten with those offers is reading a single post from the person. So far, no one has caught my interest or seemed worthwhile, and I’d rather have my words go unread than have to waste my time reading drivel in order to earn a comment and a blog hit. The moment a person stops writing for themselves is the moment they fail as a writer. I’ve seen it happen to numerous authors; they begin writing shit just to push books out faster and appease their fans, making more money but losing the care that previously went into their work, the care that made it worth reading. The same thing happens with some musicians. Perhaps I’m a bit crazy, but I’d rather write what I want to write and be the only one that sees it than write garbage that I don’t care about and have it read by millions. But that’s just me.