Below are the 20 most recent journal entries recorded in Marco Malvado's LiveJournal:

Monday, April 26th, 2004
12:37 pm	Rich Zombie Goodnes Still waiting for that elusive first sale at Naked Zombie. It's just a matter of getting more traffic to the site. We've got a big affiliate push coming soon, which will help. If anybody reading this has a Web site that gets a decent amount of traffic and you want a paying advertiser, let's make some money together. Still waiting to have a meeting with some lawyers to find out whether we can get away with selling T-shirts with things like this on it without getting sued: Actually, getting sued wouldn't be bad publicity as long as we thought we'd win the case or get away with a cease and desist order. We're pretty sure we're protected by the same laws that let Mad magazine get away with making fun of movies and people and corporations. We'll see... Current Mood: okay Current Music: The Peanuts: Emi and Umi Ito (played the tiny Mothra girls) (4 Comments |Comment on this)
Sunday, April 18th, 2004
11:56 am	"Bulldog" Harry Nutz The ever-popular Pro Wrestling Name Generator is back online after a lengthy absence. You can find it here. Backlash Pay-per-view tonight at the dive. Man, I need to get out and drink with the boys. Current Mood: thirsty Current Music: sweet, sweet silence (2 Comments |Comment on this)
Friday, April 16th, 2004
1:25 pm	NAKED ZOMBIE IS OPEN FOR BUSINESS, BABY!! The day I was starting to think would never come is here. Naked Zombie is officially open for business and taking orders. This is so cool. Wonder if we'll actually sell anything? Stay tuned... Current Mood: hopeful Current Music: Ragnar Bjarnason's cover of "Smells Like Teen Spirit" (Comment on this)
Thursday, April 15th, 2004
3:57 pm	Counting down... So whatever the fuck-up was with the credit card processing whatzit, it's supposedly been fixed. Now we're just waiting for some sort of confirmation email and we can start selling some shit. Just found out that the company that was supposed to be making ultra-rad custom Naked Zombie shoes for us went out of business, so if we want to carry footwear we'll have to find another vendor. Oh, well. Our plans for world domination are still on track. Today T-shirts and caps, tomorrow...NAKED ZOMBIE OMNIMEDIA!! Current Mood: predatory Current Music: Sheldon Allman's "Folk Songs for the 21st Century" (Comment on this)
Wednesday, April 14th, 2004
12:19 pm	Bitch betta have my money Goddamnit!! The company that's handling our merchant account and credit card processing is having internal retardation issues. There's some sort of vague, undefined problem with our application, which should have been rubber-stamp approved two days ago. Meanwhile, we have traffic coming to the site who potentially are trying to buy shit and finding out that they can't finish the order process. AAAAAAAAaaaarrrghh!!!! ...go to my happy place...oooooooohm... Current Mood: frustrated Current Music: The sound of my head banging against my monitor (7 Comments |Comment on this)
Sunday, April 11th, 2004
9:59 am	T-shirt pimpin' ain't easy Okay, this time I mean it: I'm going to start writing in this thing more regularly. No, really. I mean it. So here's what's been up with me... When the company I worked for went out of business a couple of years ago, I went through all the stages of grief before finally arriving at acceptance and settling into a routine doing freelance design work for various companies. Everything was starting to get back to normal and I was making regular money again. Then, out of the blue, an old business colleague appeared out of nowhere and made me a proposition. He wanted to start a business together selling hip, funny T-shirts online. He'd mostly handle the business end, I'd mostly handle the creative side -- but we'd collaborate on all decisions, both business and creative and the whole thing would be an equal, 50/50 partnership. He said he believed we could start out small and let sales drive the growth of the company into a full-blown brand name and we'd each make a good living and have fun doing it. Sounded great and I jumped on board. We decided to name the company Naked Zombie. Now here we are a few months later and we're set to launch. The site is up and we should be able to start taking orders as soon as tomorrow. This better fucking work, because I haven't had any income since I started working on this thing full-time. Hopefully we'll get some orders in the first week or two and I won't have to go looking for freelance work. My wife needs oral surgery for an infected tooth, I don't know how I'm going to pay the mortgage this month, taxes are coming up...If this thing doesn't pay off I'm fucked. So I thought I'd keep a journal and share the process with the world. It'll either be an inspirational tale of two guys fucked over by the dot-com bust who picked themselves up by their bootstraps and built a successful future for themselves and their families or a sad story of another failed online venture. Root for me, folks. And buy a T-shirt while you're at it. Current Mood: hopeful Current Music: Stereo Total (1 Comment |Comment on this)
Wednesday, November 5th, 2003
10:06 pm	The Cautionary Tale of Numero Cinco Just finished watching the long-awaited (by the gang at Wrestling Church, anyway) luchadors contra el demonio episode of Angel. Don't worry, Rudo. I taped it for Sunday's services. Is it ultimo rad you ask? Why yes. Yes it is. Current Mood: satisfied Current Music: Nada (1 Comment |Comment on this)
Sunday, November 2nd, 2003
11:26 am	Altogether Ooky I'm in TV heaven this weekend and there's one reason: On Halloween the day before yesterday the Hallmark Channel (!) aired an entire day of the original Addams Family series. I was going to be away most of the day, so I taped eight hours of it to watch the next day. When I got home in the evening, I watched the remaining episodes while I was doling out candy to the local kreepy kids. The next morning--yesterday--I woke up and spent the whole day watching the 16 episodes I had taped the day before and eating left-over candy while I did freelance Web design work. Today I woke up, looked at the TV Guide and guess what! WGN was showing The Addams Family all day!! It's on in the background right now and they've shown several episodes I didn't see in the last two days! Wheee!! There should be a channel that shows nothing but Addams Family 24 hours a day! Any time I was in a bad mood, all I'd have to do is tune in to get the warm fuzzy feeling I get when I spend time with Gomez, Morticia and their brood. As much as I love The Munsters and as good as the many Addams Family remakes have been, nothing holds the place in my heart that the original does. I may need a tattoo of Carolyn Jones as Morticia. Man, she's so fucking hot! I love when she says "Mind if I smoke?" and proceeds to cross her arms and gaze into space as smoke billows up from somewhere below her waist. Later tonight I'll round off my Addams weekend with a few games of Addams Family Pinball at the local dive where we hold Wrestling Church every Sunday night. See you there, Rudo! Current Mood: mysterious and spooky Current Music: Lurch rocking the harpsichord (2 Comments |Comment on this)
Friday, October 24th, 2003
12:04 am	Pro Wrestler Name Generator Here's a little toy I just made. Hope you enjoy it... Current Mood: satisfied Current Music: Blood Red Battle Royal (thanks, Rudo!) (3 Comments |Comment on this)
Sunday, September 28th, 2003
11:49 am	Woah. What year is it? Damn! In LiveJournal terms I've been asleep for a while. Reading the last couple journal entries I made, it feels like a lifetime ago. Especially since I'm mostly talking about wrestling and wrestling time is roughly equivilent to dog years. Seriously. Scroll down to where I'm rambling on about Raw. Kane still had a mask and was tag champ with his partner The Hurricane, HHH and Steiner were holding pose-down contests...man, wasn't all that like five years ago? Nope. Just under nine months. So anyway, Zombie66 came out to Portland for RoseCityRudo's wedding and I seriously don't see what all the goth chicks see in him. Sure, his LiveJournal photo's pretty hot but from the neck down, the guy's like 380 pounds! We're talking Chris Farley fat! Speaking of the deadman's visit, I gotta say Rudo had the wrong friends organizing his bachelor party. To quote our friend Hank: "Marco, if you and I arranged this bash Rudo would have had two blowjobs before he ever threw up!" This holds special meaning considering Rudo threw up twice before 8PM. Call me old-fashioned, but aren't bachelor parties supposed to have...you know...naked chicks? How was that evening of sitting around drinking Pabst Blue Ribbon and chatting with the guys he usually hangs out with any different than the average Rudo weekend evening? We DID go to some crappy dive that had a couple of strippers lacksidaisically wiggling their fake, sexy-as-a-prosthetic-leg titties around on a low plywood stage in one corner, where Rudo was forced to go onstage and get a PG-13 no-contact lap dance while the MC yelled "sit on your hands, jack-off!" at him. Considering the fact that he later described it as the longest, most painful five minutes of his life, I guess it's a good thing there wasn't more nudity involved in the night's activities. Oh, well. As long as he had a good time, I guess that's what counts. Wrestling Church tonight will be Rudo-free, since he's still in Las Vegas on his honeymoon. We'll have to make sure we watch something really awesome so we can give him shit about missing it later. Current Music: DJ Syed (remixes of music from Hindi movies) (1 Comment |Comment on this)
Tuesday, January 7th, 2003
5:37 pm	Grapple with this, fucknuts I just finished watching Raw that I taped last night. It totally confirmed something my friends and I were saying the other night while watching hours upon hours of wrestling while drinking in the upstairs room of a bar like we do every Sunday night: Wrestling's not fake. It's just gay. Jesus KeeRIST what a fucking horrible episode of Raw. Okay, it had some redeaming moments. The women's match was actually pretty decent as was the tag team main event. And of course any show where Jericho gets the stick can't be totally bad. But then there was THE FUCKING POSE-DOWN!! Holy fuckety fuck fuck. That was the most pointless, predictable, UNentertaining piece of crap I've seen in a long time. As usual lately, Raw degenerated into the Triple H show. Bleh. By the way, does anyone else remember last year after Royal Rumble when Stone Cold officially entered himself into the NEXT Royal Rumble? Hmmm... Okay, I promised Jack (The only person reading this shit anyway. Hi, Jack.) I'd write a column for his zine. Time to get to work. Current Mood: chipper Current Music: Cocteau Twins (1 Comment |Comment on this)
Saturday, November 30th, 2002
9:53 pm	I don' need no stinkin' subject Well, my least favorite holiday has come and gone once again. Don't get me wrong--I enjoy big family Thanksgivings and all, it's just that I live on the opposite coast from my extended family and my wife's kinfolk are in Southern California and South Dakota. I'm in Portland, Oregon. So it's pretty much just me and my wife and kids unless we decide to either: A) Travel B) Talk relatives into travelling C) Invite over our fellow geographically orphaned friends Most years we go out. Just not the same thing. We're thinking that starting next year, anytime we're not in a position to travel to where the families are, we'll go out for some kind of unusual ethnnic food or something. This year, we just did all-you-can-eat traditional turkey etc. Yawn. So what else is up? We went on a furniture buying spree (good news). It all came flat in boxes and required the man of the house to assemble it (bad news). The weird thing is that I'm kind of sad that I put together the last piece today. Since I've been unemployed, I've really been enjoying anything that involves building things--furniture, puzzles, even (and here I've out-geeked myself) those fucking Gundam model kits. I'm fully addicted to those things. They're just so fucking cool. And since I've been wasting money on the model kits, I've been watching the cartoon every night at midnight. MUCH here to appeal to a wrestling/kung fu movie fan like me. Soap opera-ish plots where every conflict is resolved by fighting inside insanely huge, sword-weilding mechanical samurai warriors. As Rudo would say, RAAAAAAAAADD!!! Until next time, -=MARCO=- PS: I'm writing from the most TRULY AWESOME new computer workstation that was harder to build from a kit than a level 5 Gundam but worth every hair I pulled out in the process. Current Mood: indifferent Current Music: Toy Dolls -- "Yul Brynner Was a Skinhead" (Comment on this)
Monday, November 25th, 2002
10:14 am	Mars Needs Women Holy shit! Right after I finished that last post, bemoaning the fact that nobody but Rudo reads my posts, I went poking around Zombie66's journal and he's got all flavors of hot goth cyberbabes drooling over his every post! What's HIS big secret?? Is it the soulful-eyed, sensitive artist portrait on his icon? The fact that he helps them all with Photoshopping their own webcam photos to look less overweightpimply and more hotforcybersexy? Is it the spooky ooky zombie/ghost theme he carries through the whole thing? Not so sound like a bitter, lonely old fuck or anything, BUT I WANT HOTTIES TO READ MY SHIT, TOO! Current Mood: envious Current Music: Black Box Recorder (1 Comment |Comment on this)
9:25 am	Journals are fake Okay, so I've never been a journal keeper. So sue me. It's a hard habit to start if it's just not in your nature. I guess I just don't have that burning desire to record my thoughts for posterity. (Which is probably why I haven't finished the two novels I've been working on for the last year and a half.) I've always been someone who enjoys writing, but only if there's an interested audience for what I write. As opposed to this forum, where there's exactly one person who's reading this (hi, Jack!). I suppose I could start poking around on LiveJournal, looking for similarly-minded folks with whom to strike up an online friendship, start posting comments to their journal entries, etc. If I find a job and I'm sitting at a computer all day again, I probably will. For now, though, I'm just online so seldom! And when I am, I'm looking for a job or working on a freelance design project, not bored and killing time like I would be during downtime at work while chained to my desk. What's my point? Umm...I dunno. Explaining why my journal entries are so few and far between, I guess. Not that I owe you a fucking explanation. Fuck off. Current Mood: chipper Current Music: Black Box Recorder (1 Comment |Comment on this)
Wednesday, November 13th, 2002
11:08 am	I'm still alive A big "fuck you" to my pal Rudo who threatened to steal my icon if I didn't start updating my journal. Okay, fine. I'll start posting more regularly. I just honestly have nothing to say. Life fucking sucks lately. I've never felt more bored, worthless and depressed. No job, no money, precious little fun. Plus I've been really fucking sick for going on THREE WEEKS with a viral infection that started in my sinuses, moved to my throat, took a turn to the south and invaded my lungs and is now back up in my fucking head again. I keep looking for signs on telephone poles saying "MAKE $$$ WORKING AT HOME PRODUCING MUCOUS!!" There. Wasn't that fun to read? WHEEEEEEEEE!!! Current Mood: sick Current Music: The Nobodys -- "Greatasstits" (1 Comment |Comment on this)
Thursday, October 17th, 2002
5:52 pm	Halloween is coming early Thanks to my friend Jack, I get to go to a halloween party this Sunday. It's his birthday, so it's kind of two parties in one. Actually three, since the festivities start with this month's WWE pay-per-view, No Mercy, at a local bar. We're gonna have a costume contest at the PPV with everybody dressing as their fave wrestler (or as A wrestler, anyway). I really hope everybody else buys into the idea, since my costume is rather insanely elaborate and I'll look like a big dorkus if nobody else dresses up. Come to think of it, that would make it even better! Nose is feeling great. Still looking for work. Spending my days being ultra productive and making the most of all this free time. Can't fucking WAIT til Sunday! By the way, how much shit did Raw suck Monday? Hope Smackdown's better tonight. Current Mood: energetic Current Music: Scraping Foetus Off the Wheel (1 Comment |Comment on this)
Friday, October 11th, 2002
1:42 pm	Nobody NOSE the trouble I've seen! (I crack myself up) Aaahhhhhhhhhhhh... I just came back from getting these big fucking splints out of my nose. I'm still healing from surgery, but I can breath again and it doesn't hurt to move my face (at least not as much). I haven't smiled, shaved or balanced a wheelbarrow on my chin for a week (Okay, so I've never balanced a wheelbarrow on my chin. I thought that was less tacky than "ate pussy".). First time I've been online for a while, too. Catching up with all my wrestling news. AND LOOK HOW FUCKING COOL THIS IS!! (Picture was annoyingly large. Click here to see it.) New bendems from Jakks Pacific. There's a whole page of these preview images here More later maybe. Current Mood: jubilant Current Music: Los Tucanes de Tijuana (Comment on this)
Wednesday, October 2nd, 2002
1:49 pm	Seriously fucked up week Well, I'm officially unemployed. The ad agency where I've worked as Creative Director for the last five years finally folded Monday. It had been on a long, slow, downward spiral for a while, mostly due to so many dot-com companies going bust. Our client base was made up mostly of online-only businesses, so our legs were pretty effectively cut out from under us by the downturn in Internet-based business. On top of that, I go in tomorrow morning for surgery that I'm really, really not looking forward to. I'm getting a deviated septum corrected, both to hopefully cure my very loud snoring--so to be able to sleep entire nights in my own bed with my wife instead of moving to the guestroom all the time--and to fix some breathing problems that I have. If you're not familiar with a deviated septum, it basically means that the vertical bone that divides my nostrils from each other is all bumpy and thick on one side, restricting the airflow in that side of my nasal cavity. The soft tissue in the other side has swollen and grown in the body's attempt to maintain symmetry, so I always feel like I have a stuffy nose. They tell me it's a relatively painless procedure, but I've never had surgery under general anesthesia before and I fucking hate having anything in my nose, so I'm pretty damn scared both of the operation and of the recovery period when I won't be able to breath through my nose at all for a week. Very hard to get motivated to look for work or work on my freelance illustration portfolio when all I can think of is this fucking surgery looming on the horizon. Current Mood: stressed Current Music: My Life With The Thrull Kill Kult -- "Sexplosion" (8 Comments |Comment on this)
Tuesday, September 24th, 2002
10:39 am	RAWbservations Well, if I'm gonna have this thing up I guess I'll use it for some rasslin' rambin'... Last night's Raw was a big improvement over recent weeks. I would actually not be embarassed to call myself a wrestling fan if someone walked into the room and saw me watching, unlike the last several editions of Raw. This was largely due to Lawler keeping his fucking inner twelve-year-old tied up in the closet where he belongs. Lately he's been acting more like the MC at a bikini oil wrestling night at a frat bar than a heel commentator on a wrestling show that's trying to win over new viewers and keep old ones. It's obvious that somebody's been talking to him about his recent performances ("HYMEN! PUPPIES! LESBIANS! HEE HEE HEE!"), as he was very reserved. The show started with a women's match that included Trish and Victoria and I don't think Lawler said three words through the whole thing. The only time he even acknowledged that there were sexy mamas in the ring was after Trish won the belt when he called her "very lovely" or something and referred to her as "our hot new women's champ". Through the whole show, it was almost like we had real sportscasters doing the commentary! Holy fuck! I hope he keeps the giggling at boobies in check and that his reserved attitude wasn't just the result of his neck hurting from the cosmetic surgery he just underwent a week and a half ago to brace up his sagging double chin. By the way, you can clearly see the line along his jaw where he had a piece of monofilament line implanted. It looks like his hair's held on with a rubber band chin strap like a party hat. Speaking of surgery, "Harvard" Chris Nowinski is having some sort of benign tumor removed from his jaw later this week and will be out of in-ring action for a while. Apparently to set up a storyline that's less icky than the truth to explain his bandages or swelling or whatever, Tommy Dreamer gave him an absolutely sick kendo stick (sorry--"Singapore cane") shot to the side of the face, right where his painful tumor is located. Knowing how much discomfort it's been causing him lately, he must be one tough cunt. Or maybe Tommy Dreamer's just a fuckwad. Or maybe both. Nice little "boiler room brawl"-style match in the classroom from those two. E! C! DUB! FREAKS ARE COOL! Yayass!! I'm so glad they finally got back on track with that particular aspect of Kane's new depth of character. I was marking out for it big time before his injury put it on the shelf for a few months. I totally want a "freaks are cool" T-shirt!! ...AND he's holding the tag straps with Hurricane Helms! Belts and masks go together like titties and ice cream, baby!! WOOOOO!!! Speaking of Kane, we got a look at the top of his head while he was doing push-ups backstage. Dude's got some of the weirdest male pattern baldness I've ever seen. On anybody else it would just make him look old, but on Kane it actually helps sell the "I'm horribly disfigured by burn scars under this mask! No, really!" gimmick. Buncha other crap happened last night too...J.R. sucked Randy Orton's dick, Booker T got a chance to step up to the plate as the new cocky, fearless babyface on top with some great zingers at Bischoff ("I think you are what you eat...I think you're an ASSHOLE!")...unfortunately, the show was in Anaheim, where they only cheer people in big-headed mouse costumes and only boo mean stepsisters. Pricks. Current Mood: productive Current Music: Serge Gainsbourg (1 Comment |Comment on this)
Monday, September 23rd, 2002
3:10 pm	First fucking entry Okay, so this is my first entry into this thing. I know somebody who's absolutely addicted to it, but he's way WAY more into sharing his thoughts with the world than I am, so we'll see. This may very well be my first and last actual journal entry as I lurk in the background commenting on other peoples' posts. Time will tell... Current Mood: pessimistic Current Music: Chicos de Barrio (2 Comments |Comment on this)