Video games cannot be sacred

Current mood: lethargic

Just picked a couple of titles for the Wii, but I am still determine to work through the sadly addictive nature of "WWE: Smackdown vs. Raw 2008" before I put that on the GameStop trade in pile (If I could get more than $11 buck for it, you'd see it on Half.com). I say sadly addicting because what ever drug it could be compared to, they cut the hell out of it.

Not one to end the night playing video games (kinda promised Stacia that a long time ago), I decided to chill out and put a DVD in till the Sleepinol got the better of me. It's either that or watch Gametrailer TV on Spike. Personally, I feel I gave the network enough of my time watching the crap that is TNA television. I could do a blog on every mistake they made since day one, but I digress.

It isn't like I couldn't do that. What kind of face am I afraid of losing? Petey Williams is my only friend on the dying social network that is MySpace who was on the active roster.

Still, I cannot say that I wasn't curious about the program that is capitalizing on G4 choosing to show "Cops" and "Cheaters" most of the time. Their pitch: Video Game Burlesque Tribute. On cable? Something tells me they'd be messing that up?

I mean, I cannot come up with a gimmick to leave Chun Li with only pasties on. Can you? Are these girls genuine burlesque performers, or the Midnight Strip girls complaining about not getting enough exposure for their recently purchased upper torso enhancements?

Read the rest of this blog and other stories at Main Event of the Dead.com and determine if this thought process can be translated into a B-movie comedy about pro-wrestling zombies.