Well, sit back, relax, and get your weekly dose of my sometimes zany and madcap thoughts.

I'm actually having a tough time typing this bad boy out. I'm in some serious pain here!

Now hopefully I just hooked you like fish, because my neck feels fine, but I got burnt like a lobster at Clearwater Beach yesterday. It actually hurts to move. I'm sticking to leather chairs. It was 97 degrees yesterday, but Dr. Youngblood said walking in water is good therapy, so I didn't really feel the heat. Throw some horns on me and I'm Daredevil. My killer poodles (yes, I have two poodles, but they're tough!), Branny Boy and Sarah, keep jumping on my shoulders. YEEEEOOOOWW!

Between all of this I've had another of my lifelong friends, Nick (aka Sinn on the independent circuit), down for the last week being his always annoying self. Actually it's been great having him here. We've hit the gym and watched about 35 eight-hour wrestling tapes. He recently tore his ACL, so we're the walking wounded and look really pathetic, but it's been great to hang with one of my best buds, since I've been going non-stop for the last six or seven years.

Speaking of watching wrestling, I'd like to talk about some of the entertaining aspects of RAW last night.

So, so happy the Intercontinental Title is back. I wish it were the old-school one that Randy Savage had, though. Still, that can be a great tool for elevating guys, like I mentioned a couple of weeks ago. It's also great to see Stone Cold Steve Austin back. He had that goose-bump feeling from the crowd reaction. It's an amazing feeling, and I know it must be tough for him not to compete. Here's a Molson to you, Stone Cold!

Not to get any American heat on myself here, but last night Jim Ross said Lance Storm was kissing up by bringing out the Canadian flag in Halifax. But he always brings it. And does that mean when Undertaker or Hulk Hog ... oops, Mr. America bring the American flag out in Oklahoma that they're kissing up to Americans? Hmmm.

I'm not just saying this because he's my brother in law, but I feel "Chief" Sean Morley is one of the most underrated Superstars we have, along with Lance, Rhyno, Christian, Matt Hardy, Billy Kidman, Kanyon and Jamie Noble. That's why I was so happy to see Morley involved in the J.R./Stone Cold/Eric Bischoff storyline last night. Hopefully, now he can have some kind of cool direction going forward.

That segues right into how great Christian is doing lately.

I saw a confidence in his promo last night I've never seen before. I'm really happy to see new (even though he's been here five years), deserving talent start to move up the ladder. And trust me, Goldberg, when the bastard hits ya it feels like a rubber mallet. Just ask anyone who's worked with him.

For some reason, La Résistance remind me of early Jean-Claude Van Damme movies.

The Highlight Reel has been ... well, a highlight. Thankfully, Chris Jericho got some cool, new carpet this week. Now we just need to get him some new pants. B-R-utal.

Also been happy with the evolution of John Cena and the Spankmeister, Brian Kendrick, over on SmackDown! The old-school rap-off was awesome. The gold tooth capped it all off (Get it? Gold tooth, capped. OK, bad joke outta the way this week.)

Now last week I got flooded with e-mails for good wrestling schools. Like I tried to explain, I wouldn't know which ones are good or bad. I've never done a worldwide tour of wrestling schools. Sorry, I can't help there.

Well, time to grab hold of the ol' Edge sack and answer some more questions.

Have I ever dated anyone in the business? No.

Where do I get my very cool shades? They are from a company based out of Southern Cal called Black Flys. They totally hook me up with boxes of the things, which have become a big part of my look.

Do we carry our belts on the road with us? Yes, and they make our carryon bags about 20 pounds heavier. Not to mention the metal detectors, where it becomes show-and-tell time for everyone while you're rushing to catch a flight at 5 a.m. in Boise, Idaho. OK, rant of the week out of the way.

Strangest thing a fan has done or given me? I received a black velvet book with a purple cross on it, entitled "Adam in Chains," with some funky drawings. That one scared me a bit. I had one woman tattoo my autograph on her ankle. Don't ask me why, because when I'm fat and doing the Al Bundy with one hand slid under the belt of my pants after dinner with my wrestling career far behind me, what will her explanation for the tat be? I always end up getting underwear. No offense, but I always throw them out. What the hell am I gonna do with womens underwear? Say, "Hey, Alanah, here's some used underwear?" I know there's more I'm forgetting, but all those chairshots have made me punchy. My memory ain't what it used to be.

Now, don't me wrong, I love that someone would actually put the time and effort to make or give something to me, and I've received many very cool things, but you asked for the strange ones, so there you have it.

On a final note, Nick and I, being comic geeks, went to see "X2" this week, and it kicked some serious ass. It made me want to be an X-Man. Hey, if there are any casting agents out there, do you remember the character Longshot? OK, I know it's a longshot, but I figured it's worth a try. Cool little side note is the fact that Hurricane and I got to visit the set, meet some of the stars and run around like little kids in the X-mansion, X-jet and Magneto's prison last year while they filmed it in Vancouver. Yes, we're geeks, OK?

There have been a lot of requests for old road stories, and my connection to Rob Zombie, so I'll answer those next week.

Until then, you have been Edgeucated!

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