After way too many technical issues to count, I ditched my Sony camera and stepped up to a Canon G7X and I’m loving it. Check out the video and vote in the poll embedded within to lend me your thoughts on what direction I should take my Youtube channel in. I’ve got a larger video project that I’ve been cooking up for the past few months now that I’m looking forward to sharing, it’s just a matter of, you know, recording things and making it happen.
Thanks to everyone who watches and supports my videos.
For the past six weeks now, I’ve come to work each and every Monday with a new Nintendo box art altered to feature WWE Superstar, John Cena. This period of nonsense began when Kate Bryant dared to utter the words, “Cenablade Chronicles,” and it was all downhill from there.
Cena & Sonic at the Olympic Games
Star Fox Cena
I’m not sure if there’s an end in site, but if you’d like to peek behind the curtain a bit, check out the video at the top of this post I made for the latest (and fastest) creation.
Something different for those subscribed to my YouTube channel: a quick vlog on the two apps that are changing my god damned life. Maybe not that dramatic, but I’m getting totally zen thanks to Headspace, and with Sleep Cycle, I can track just how effective meditation has been for me. Don’t believe me? Click the above and watch me evangelize.
New Japan Pro Wrestling is my favorite wrestling promotion on the planet and a large part of that reason is Shinsuke Nakamura. Once I laid eyes upon him I knew I had to know everything I could about NJPW and watch anything I could get my hands on. None of that is going to change once he walks out that door (We’re just living in Okada’s ocean now) , but it stings. A lot. Especially considering the recent abyssal history of WWE and its inability to maximize the potential of its talent. There’s a lot to unpack here!
After mulling it over for nearly a year now, I’ve finally pulled the trigger on my YouTube channel. I’ve had it since the dawn of time and it’s never been more than a dumping ground for all the random videos I’ve created over the years, so this will be a huge change. I talk a bit about my thought processes in this video, but what I don’t mention is that I don’t have any sort of specific goal. I’m just wanting to create videos about whatever’s bouncing around my brain at the time, and if folks like it, awesome. If not, I’m developing some great skills to take back to the workplace. If you’d like to subscribe, that’d be rad, too.
If you’re a WWE fan then you know what it’s like to go through a slump. Whether a string of story decisions has left you disenfranchised or you’re just burnt out, its normal to fall in and out of love with the biggest wrestling promotion on the planet from time to time. While I anticipated my current break from WWE would be due to New Japan Pro Wrestling’s annual G1 Climax tournament (which has been awesome, by the way), there wasn’t much of interest going on to hold my attention.
I entered the month of August deflated for a number of reasons. I disagree with how Kevin Owens was handled in his initial feud with John Cena. I already feel a great disturbance in regards to Cesaro’s most recent ascent. I have no interest in watching the Undertaker wrestle in the year of our Lord, 2015. I don’t know who Stephen Amell is.
The source of my frustration, however, lies with the “Divas Revolution,” and how WWE is stumbling over its attempt to revitalize its troubled women’s division. To fully understand the scope of just how poorly this is going we have to start at the beginning. Continue Reading
I love karaoke. It’s my therapy, my yoga, my moment of zen all wrapped in one. I’m also very fortunate to live in the San Francisco Bay Area where we have an amazing karaoke community that practically guarantees that no matter where I am or what I’m in the mood for, I’ll find good friends and equally amazing KJ’s. Being something of an addict for the fine art of embarrassing myself through song in front of total strangers, I’ve just about seen it all. It may not seem like it, but there’s a definite code of conduct when it comes to karaoke in the Bay Area. An etiquette, if you will.
Everyone has their own karaoke rules to live by, and today I’m going to share my personal list with you all. I’m guilty of breaking some of these rules from time to time (Do you know how long your average LCD Soundsystem song is?), but for the most part they’ve served me well! Go forth and be the karaoke master of your own domain. Continue Reading
Growing up a pro wrestling fan in a pro wrestling obsessed family, I was fortunate enough to not have someone constantly hovering over and telling me, as adults tend to tell kids, “You know this is fake, right?”
Whether I was told that it was pre-determined, or fixed, or rigged, or however else you want to put it, my belief in what was happening on my television was properly suspended, at least to a point. I knew these guys weren’t actually trying to kill one another, but I respected the craft and the artistry that went into their performance. And while I understood it wasn’t a completely legitimate contest, in my childhood naiveté, this knowledge didn’t quite transfer to the performers themselves. As far as I was concerned, Big Boss Man really was a cop, and George “The Animal” Steele really was some sort of crazed wild man.
Most importantly, in my mind, “Rowdy” Roddy Piper really was a fiery, Scottish ass-kicker, and as a young, Scotch-Irish fan, someone I could finally relate to. Continue Reading
My name is Jared Rea and I’m full of great ideas. One of these recent great ideas was to launch a new blogging destination, then immediately drop it to start a new job, travel to New York, and now pretty much everything I own is sitting in a 5×10 storage unit next to some sketchy train tracks. I may have a lot of great ideas, but clearly those don’t translate into great plans. I intended to make regular podcasts about the pro wrestling stuff that kicks around my brain all the time. These plans still exist, but now they’re on hold due to circumstances I sort of can’t help at the moment. Allow me to explain and give you all an update on my life. My jaredrea.life. I’ll stop now. Continue Reading
I made a thing. I don’t really know what sort of thing it is, but I wanted to make it and so I did. If anyone asks I’ll just tell them, “I wanted a place where I can talk endlessly about pro wrestling, and Disney, and whatever else causes me to hemorrhage Twitter followers.” Or maybe I’ll just ignore those people. God, who even gets on your case about starting a blog anyway? Do we still call them that? Blogs?
The past six months or so have been especially strange. I’ll probably talk about all that at length at some point, but for now I know that I’m feeling a lot better about things. About myself, my capacity to create, to do so on my own terms, and more so than anything else I’m getting older. Older and set in my ways. So what if I just want to rant about wrestling. Those kids, Snapchatting about their igloo azaleas. Am I out of touch, or can you not even build an igloo in California? No, it’s the children who are wrong.
Okay, I’m not sure what this was about. Please enjoy your stay.