New Father Brogging, #014

2.5 weeks vs. 16 weeks

It’s been a few weeks since I wrote one of these, not that I had any real intention of making this a regularly scheduled thing by any stretch of the imagination.  But for my own sake of remembrance and for those who want to kind of live life as a new dad with me, I still feel like writing these posts every now and then, so I can one day look back and see where my head was at during this time of my life, as well as hers. 

Plus I occasionally fantasize of my daughter one day as an adult, reading my life’s blathering, and if she’s anything like me, getting teary-eyed at dad’s own words back from when she was but a mere infant.  But that’s completely contingent on the brog still being online 19-22 years from now, as well as her being remotely interested in what _dad_ has to say about things in life and the world.  However, in regards to the former, considering I’ve been brogging for quite literally 20 years, I don’t think it’s that much of a stretch to think I couldn’t keep it up for another 20.

Anyway, to those new dads out there who feel like their worlds are becoming microscopic in the sense that you have absolutely no time to yourself, I can officially vouch for the notion that things to get easier in time.  Believe me, I’d gone through my period of feeling like my world was the size of a lima bean and I’d wonder just how long it would be before I could have 30 minutes to myself.

But over the last few weeks, mythical wife and I have been attempting to do some sleep training with our little infant child, and trying our best to establish a general routine of feeding times and naps, to maximize her growth as well as buy us some bits of time throughout the daytime where she’s sleeping and we can do our own things for 30-50 minutes at a time.  And honestly, so far, it’s going fairly satisfactory, but knowing my mentality, we may have just jinxed it by acknowledging it, and next thing I know, she’ll be going through some other sleep regression stage, and then I’ll be back to being frustrated and fried all over again.

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Not sure how I feel about a Hulkamania biopic

Source: Netflix to develop a Hulk Hogan biopic with Chris Hemsworth playing the role of Hulk Hogan

I have a lot of mixed feelings about this.  My knee-jerk reaction is “oh fuck no, how dare someone try to profit on my nostalgia??”  But when I take the time to read about the details of this project, there are more reasons to feel like it might not be as terrible as I initially would assume it would be.

Namely the fact that Hulk Hogan himself is overseeing the whole thing, and that it’s going to be distributed by Netflix.  And Netflix is pretty solid when it comes to creating original content that doesn’t always suck beyond belief; and it’s funny that I hold more stock in the fact that Netflix is helming this over the fact that Hulk Hogan is consulting over his very own biopic as reasoning it might not be terrible.  As much as I love the Hulkster, the guy hasn’t always been the bastion of good decision making throughout his career and life.

Don’t get me wrong, my optimism for this is kind of at like a… 40 out of 100, in that I think there’s only a 40% chance that this is going to be any good.  Netflix or not, it’s probably going to be a trainwreck all the same, because although Hogan and Netflix are involved with this, it’s worth mentioning that one of the producers in this is still Eric Bischoff.

Look, nothing against the man himself, but as history has shown, combining Hogan and Bischoff has led to a notable amount of failures.  They basically tanked two separate wrestling federations when they got together, and who knows how many other business ventures they’ve sabotaged, inadvertent or deliberately.  It’s no secret that both could probably benefit from the payday of a Netflix project, but if this is the only reason why they’re doing it, it’s doomed to fail before it even gets off the ground.

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It’s finally over(?), part 26

Maybe?  Dead-Gawker founder Nick Denton agrees to settle with Hulk Hogan, for $31 million dollars plus finally removing the posts of his sexual tape from the internet.

It’s not the entire $140M that was awarded to him by the courts, but it’s still a sizeable take home for a guy who merely got caught on film having sex (with someone else’s wife, consensually).  I mean, for a little bit of public embarrassment, a lot of time spent in courtrooms, it’s still a substantial amount of money to go home with, especially with a gold digging ex-wife, fuck-up of a son, and a pretender of a pop-star daughter all weighing him down.

Granted, if this article is correct of what takeaway he’ll get after taxes and legal fees, it’s a pretty far cry from $140M, but shit, I wouldn’t scoff at $9 million bucks after two years and most of the world getting to see me having night vision sex for like ten seconds.

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Truly fin..?

Is it really over?  Gawker to shut down indefinitely as ultimately result of messing with Hulkamania.

As if there were any doubt from the very start.  Sure, it took a few years, but the end result is the same as with anyone else who has ever tried to fuck with Hulk Hogan: defeat.

There’s really nothing else for me to say about the matter.  Gawker, thinking they were invincible behind first amendment rights, simply barked up the wrong tree and had an endless wave of Hulkamania run rampant all over them, and now they’re bankrupt, watched all their assets with actual potential get bought up by Univision of all companies, and then forced to shut down their flagship that no entity in their right mind wants to associate their names with.

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The story just somehow keeps getting better

REVA (Reír en voz alta (laugh out loud)): Gawker sold to Univision for $135 million dollars as a result of getting destroyed by Hulk Hogan

lol, Univision.  The entity best known for its Spanish-language television and ridiculously hot Hispanic weather girls on their news broadcasts.  They’re the ones buying Gawker, a husk of an internet rag once known for shitty, mostly plagiarized content with no regard for people. 

It’s like a match made in a South American hell, full of piss, tequila, corn tortillas and coatis.  This is mixing Wilfred with a Danny Trejo film.

And all because Gawker just had to fuck with Hulk Hogan.  Wrestling might be known to be “fake,” but there’s nothing fake about the power of retribution and good triumphing over evil that Hulkamania embodies.  The Iron Sheik, Andre the Giant, Randy Savage, Earthquake, Sgt. Slaughter, Ric Flair and even Vince McMahon.  There is nothing in the world that overpower Hulkamania; much less a sleazy internet shit-rag like Gawker.

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This might actually be the end

fin: Gawker files for bankruptcy, after jobbing to Hulk Hogan

It’s funny, since this whole debacle began, and the ensuing result of Hulk Hogan doing what Hulk Hogan does best, triumphing over evil, I stated that I don’t think I could ever be disappointed about any news in relation to this subject.  But I have to say that I was wrong about that, because I can’t help but feel a modicum of disappointment to hear that the storyline, is actually coming to its conclusion, with Gawker basically throwing in the towel and raising with white flag.

Honestly, I’d have preferred to read about at least four more courtroom battles between the Peter Thiel-powered Hulk Hogan and Gawker lawyers, and read about repeated the jobbing that would inevitably have ensued.  It’s not really a surprise, given the fact that money owed to Hulk Hogan was well beyond what was in Gawker’s coffers, but stories like this always have a tendency to drag out longer than they should; maybe they did, and I was just too giddy with enjoyment at seeing a slimy news rag get their comeuppance that it all just felt like a ride ending too soon?

Either way, I’m not surprised to see that this is happening, and the notion that Gawker thinks they will be absolved of paying Hulk Hogan the $140 million dollars they owe him.  Sure, a lot of it will be wiped out I imagine, but I also imagine that when Gawker inevitably sells, the Hulkster is going to get something for his troubles still; I know bankruptcy is often seen as something of a shrewd strategic maneuver to the 1%, but I’d like to know that Hulkamania will be getting something from his victory over Gawker.

Anyway, as fun as the ride was, I’m sad to see that it’s actually coming to a close.  The aftermath of the trial was pretty entertaining, with the reveal of Peter Thiel’s involvement and agenda, but the end result really isn’t that surprising to me.  Gawker goes belly-up, Hogan doesn’t get all the money he’s owed, and someone will inevitably buy Gawker’s remains, because there’s still some value in their name and notoriety itself.

Hopefully, the rest of the world will remember now that even at his old age, nobody should fuck with Hulkamania.

The saga that keeps getting better

The enemy of my enemy is my friend: it is revealed that Peter Thiel, co-founder of PayPal and a really, really, really rich billionaire, has been secretly picking up the tab for the legal expenses of Hulk Hogan, in his ongoing battles against Gawker.

I know the Hulkster isn’t as Oprah-rich as he once was, due to a gold-digging ex-wife and a fuck-up of a son, but I would have figured he probably still had the connections and/or means to handle his own legal bills.  But never would I have expected this saga to have this kind of twist in the casting, with a tech billionaire in Silicon Valley funding Hulkamania in the battle of good versus insufferable.

Seriously, “Hulk Hogan” and “PayPal Billionaire” seem like two variables that had as much chance of associating together as a sea cucumber pairing up with an Intel processor.  But it is funny to see just how effective that having a common enemy can unite even the most unlikely of individuals.

Basically, among Gawker’s list of people they pissed off, Peter Thiel was among them.  A gay man, Gawker drew his ire when in 2007, they basically attempt to out him as a homosexual, when he was still in the closet.  Not that there’s anything wrong with him being gay, but I could understand how much it could suck to not being on your own terms, instead being basically extorted by a bunch of smarmy arrogant internet assholes.

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