Rumblings, Ruminations, and Retrospectives

Musings from the mind of the Beast.


Lucha! Lucha! Lucha!

Anyone who knows me, knows I’m a professional wrestling fan, and I’ve been one since watching the AWA with my grandfather on Saturday afternoons back when I was a child. It’s one of those things that’s stuck with me, to the point where not only have I been a fan, but I’ve had a cup of coffee in the business as a manager, and now I run a wrestling news web site with a message board (check out and run a weekly wrestling podcast, hosted on that very site.

One of my favorite independent wrestlers is “MDogg” Matt Cross, and after a great stint with PCW/PRIME Wrestling, he’s been involved with a new (ish) promotion, Lucha Underground, where he wrestles under a mask as Son Of Havoc.

He continues to put on great matches there, but I just wanted to draw your attention to the promotion as a whole. In short, Lucha Libre originated in Mexico, and features a lot of high flying, acrobatics, quick wrestling exchanges – not to mention awesome masks and costumes. The wrestling is so much different compared to the current “traditional” Western style you’d see in WWE. I’m having a lot of fun watching it, and you should check it out too.

Lucha Underground seasons 1 and 2 are available on Netflix. In the USA, you can watch them live on the ElRey Network. Give them a shot!


Starting over… again!

I keep thinking… “I gotta get back to blogging again!”

And then it sits not being updated for weeks or months. I guess I feel like it doesn’t really matter what I have to say, who even reads this? LOL!

Anyway, I’m going to try and get back into it, if only to get things out of my head and see what happens.


A Bit Of A Downer

One thing that really sucks is waking up and checking your phone, and seeing a birthday notification for someone that has passed away.

I didn’t know him as well as others did, but I hung out with him a few times when he worked with FREQ 107 before moving to Power 97 and then to The GOAT in Alberta, but Devon Zelmer was a good guy and it sucks that he was taken far too soon, in October 2014.


One Of Those Days

Have you ever had one of those days where no matter what you do, no matter what you try… it just doesn’t work?

Today was one of those.

But, at least I didn’t have to go through this…


“Let Me Poop”

Ok, I just had to share this. No, I haven’t seen the movie Frozen, but I have heard bits of the main song, “Let Me Go”.

Only now, a little girl has remade it the song into an absolutely freaking hilarious version about pooping, called “Let Me Poop”. I wish I were kidding, but this is EPIC.

Have a look and try not to poop from laughing.



Yes, it’s been a while since I posted. Not much to talk about lately, but I’m going to try and fix that.

As a newly-minted NFL fan, especially a fan of the DEFENDING SUPER BOWL CHAMPION Seattle Seahawks, I would totally not be doing my duty if I didn’t mention it was the opening night of pre-season Thursday night.

We face – once again – the Denver Broncos, and I look forward to posting mocking tiny horsie pictures that will definitely upset some of my Twitter followers, but it will be worth it.

I’m looking forward to being a member of the 12’s again this year, and cheering the team on to a repeat Super Bowl Championship. GO HAWKS!


Sitting Around The Campfire, Telling Ghost Stories…

… as requested by a Twitter follower.

I used to work for the local phone company. Except, like most providers these days, they’re so much more than a “phone” company – also providing cable TV and internet services.

I worked in an arm of the company focused on I.T. and providing web hosting, email, and server hosting to end clients. We worked downtown, in an older part of the city called The Exchange District. The area is full of old buildings and some pretty nice architecture.

My job regularly required us to work a lot of overtime, as business couldn’t afford to take outages during the day. We instituted an overnight shift and that required us to be on-site, downtown, and after hours.

One of my co-workers was on the night shift, and when we came in for the day shift, he was kind of odd. He’s a hell of a nice guy, but I’ve never seen him so happy to see humans before in my life. He was sitting in his cubicle, a cricket bat (brought in as a decoration by another co-worker) at the ready.

“Cheesie (our nickname for him), what’s with the cricket bat?”

And so he told us the story.

As he was working over night, sitting in his cubicle, he wasn’t sure what was going on but as he sat there, he said he had a moment where he heard the ringing, jingling sound of metal banging together, like keys being shuffled. Except that it wasn’t like someone shaking a key chain, it was rythmic, like someone was walking with keys attached to their belt and the ring of keys was bouncing off their hip as they walked.

Ka-chink. Ka-chink. Ka-chink. Ka-chink. Ka-chink.

The sound was close at first, but then it slowly got quiter, as if the person was walking away. Only thing is, it was 2:30 in the morning and no one else was in the office.

Cheesie grabbed the cricket bat, and started walking around the office, checking to see if anyone was there, or if someone was playing tricks on him. As he was walking around, he heard the main door open and shut, and then the sound of the keys was gone. Cheesie completed his circuit of the office, but he couldn’t find anyone. Nothing was disturbed. He got to the door and checked the lobby, but no one was there. He pushed the elevator button, but it was still on our floor.

There was nobody there.

As he’s telling this story, some of us are givig him the gears, not believing him. Some of us were freaking out, and others were leaning in closer to hear more. The only possible explanation – as much as we did or didn’t want to hear it – was a ghost. Nothing else could add up. There’s no way it could have been a person playing tricks – the office is big enough that if someone was just walking around jingling keys, they would have been spotted in an instant.

But how was it possible?

Our team began a “man hunt”, looking for any way this could be explained. We started looking up local legends, as Winnipeg apparently has a history of ghosts and such.

As it turns out, there is a local legend that states the building we worked in – dating back to the late 1800’s – was a former warehouse. We knew this to be true, we saw the building as it was being renovated in prep for our group moving into the building. The upper floors were the warehouse and storage areas, while the first two floors were the retail and office areas. The legend has it that one of the employees – a man that did a lot woodworking and assembly – had died in an accident with some machinery, and that his ghost continues to walk through the building.

So then it became my turn to work the night shift. The shifts were a week long at a time. I was freaked out. I didn’t want to have a run in with a ghost. I was literally scared the entire time I was there. I had the cricket bat at my desk just in case.

Monday night, everything went well, no ghosts. Tuesday was the same. Wednesday night there was no action, but by this time, I’m super stressed, I’m not getting anything done. Not a fun time.

Thursday night comes along, and things are going well a few hours into the shift. But I’m on high alert, and at 2:00 AM I thought I heard some noises. Banging, like someone had dropped something heavy. I quickly grab the cricket bat and look aroud, but there’s nothing to see. I couldn’t find anything.

I go back to work, and a half hour later at 2:30 AM, there it is.



I grab the cricket bat and whirl around. No one is there.



I get up and start walking around the office, but I don’t see a thing. No one is there.




I follow the sound to the far end of the office, but just before I get there…


The outside door to the lobby closes.


More banging.







I blow through the door and check the stairwell. Nothing. Check the elevator. It’s still on my floor, so no one has used it to go back downstairs.


I hear what sounds like two women GIGGLING coming from the vents above me. From the VENTS. Thing is, the floor above us is not occupied. No one is there. There’s ghosts fucking playing with me!

Then, it all goes quiet. Not a peep. no banging, no keys, no doors, no giggling. Nothing.

So now I have to go back to my desk and sit there for another five and a half hours, trying not to shit myself.

I think I’ve just started believing in ghosts!


Well, this is interesting…

… I’m sitting at home tonight, and my good buddy (you might want to read his blog) texts me and tells me that my blog (yes, the one you’re reading right now) is broken.

Ludicrous, I say to myself. Impossible.

So, I come to the site, and lo and behold, I get a “page not found” error. This is bullshit, I think. I haven’t touched it in weeks (something I’m hoping to correct with more postings) so how is it broken?

I get looking around. The site actually loads – I can see the title in my browser, but before any content is displayed, I’m redirected off to what can only be a malicious site. I reload and stop the browser from loading before it redirects – and I find somehow there’s a new post that’s been added, but it’s hidden. It also contains a malicious script that does the redirect to the new site.

So I get hunting. Hmm… I can’t see the post in the admin panel. Of course, it’s hidden. No worries, I have automatic back ups of the blog done, so I’ll restore from one right before the post was made. Well, they stopped working too. So I think… if the post is hidden, will WordPress even see it? It can’t from the Admin panel, so let me export all the posts.

Sure enough, the malicious post is nowhere to be found in the export. I go into the database manager, empty out the post table, and the site now works. It’s empty, but at least the theme comes up. Then I re-import the posts, and we’re golden!

It makes me ask though… there’s obviously an export done. There’s nothing of mine that was compromised. My username/password is ok – there’s nothing in the logs to show it’s been used. So how did they do a database injection without it? I have no idea. Someone out there is good. Very good.

But if they’re so smart, why are they trying to hack a blog that hasn’t been updated in a few months, and the amount of traffic they’d get redirected to their site is minimal? Not so brilliant – not that they’re going to gain anything out of it. All that effort for nothing.

Well, I guess they got me to waste an hour and a half on it. At least I have a TV in here now and there’s a decent movie on. 😉


Zombie Apocalypse Update

Well, this is odd.

A while back, I wrote about how Zombies were invading my dreams and turning my treasured sleepy time into a twisted version of The Walking Dead. I was having a recurring – yet serial and ongoing, like a TV drama – dream about being chased by zombies.

I never did figure out why I started having them or why they were recurring. I didn’t think I was particularly scared of zombies. I had no other reason to dream about them. Maybe it was some other problem manifesting itself in that fashion.

Well, whatever it was, since I wrote that last blog post the dreams have stopped. I actually have gone to sleep at night hoping they come back so I can figure it all out – or at least just see what the hell happens next, but they’ve just plain stopped. No rhyme or reason, they’re just gone.

I wonder if you’re all as disappointed as I am.

Anyway, just thought I’d update you as a few of you have been asking. Maybe once The Walking Dead comes back on TV it’ll pick up again. 😉


The Iron Sheik: Iranian Legend

Anyone that knows me know that I’ve been a pro wrestling fan for as long back as I remember. I did a story for on the Iron Sheik, one of the legends of the business.

Check it out here: