Monday Night Football
I'm pretty tired this morning because of the Steelers game last night. It went well past midnight, but I knew I wouldn't be able to sleep until I knew the outcome of the game. I knew the Steelers would have their hands full with the Ravens, but was confident they could pull it off on a Monday night at home.
At halftime I was ready to turn the game off and go to bed. Roethlisberger was playing like a retard. Our entire offense sucked. Only our defense kept the score reasonable, but at 13-3, things weren't looking promising. Players were being carted out left and right -- the Steelers lost nearly all their running backs, and lots of starters were injured.
You know who really needs to lay off the roids? Ray Lewis.
But the Steelers came out the second half, during which I was actually trying to fall asleep. But I resumed paying attention to the game when things had completely turned around for the Steelers. They took over, took the lead, and even made the game really exciting by taking it to overtime. And in the end they pulled it off.
I'm happy to see us beat the Ravens, mostly because the Ravens suck.
Mr. Fudgie Fudge
Another repost . . .
What you see here is Mr. Fudgie Fudge. He's the mascot for a local fudge maker, and they run commercials on the local stations. It features a weird theme song . . . "Mr. Fudgie Fudge is the one I want, Mr. Fudgie Fudge is the one I crave, Mr. Fudgie Fudge is what I want, Mr. Fudgie Fudge is all the rage, it's the best fudge, 'cause Mr. Fudgie Fudge is made fresh every day."
I've tried the fudge, and have to admit it's pretty good. But the mascot frightens the hell out of me. Like he's going to get me alone and do something terrible to me.
I Am the Third Corey

Here's a re-post from the former version of the blog -- the one I wiped out completely. I'm going to start putting up some of the funnier and more interesting stuff from the old blog. What the hell.
Corey Haim, Corey Feldman, Corey Graham . . . but they never mention me because I'm not enough of a tool.
Hooked on the Virtual Console
This week I've been obsessed with the Wii's Virtual Console, where I have purchased a pile of games for the 8-bit Nintendo and the Super Nintendo. The wonderful thing about this is that my wife doesn't mind me tossing money at the Nintendo -- she loves these games as much as I do.
So I've rediscovered that fond feeling of being completely pissed off at a stupid game. Oh sure, I get pretty upset with the latest Wii games too, such as Super Mario Galaxy and MX vs ATV, but not like I got upset with 8- and 16-bit games. When I get pissed at these games, I'm brought to the point of doing something very irrational.
Like when I keep mistiming my punch against Bald Bull's bull charge in Punch Out.
Or dying in World 1-1 in Super Mario 2.
Or being totally overcrowded with alien ships and bullets and fire and bubbles in Gradius III.
These are things that may just cause me to throw one of the end tables into my TV. Or burn the house down.
Bald Bull
